Chapter 140: Can he protect him for a while, or for a lifetime?
At the end of September, the golden osmanthus is in full bloom.
On the sixth day that Ji Lan was imprisoned by Ji Mingzong, she stood on the balcony of the master bedroom on the second floor and checked what was going on around her.
The feeling of wanting to run reached its peak.
On the other side, Mrs. Ji left the hospital and took the doctors and nurses with her.
She was afraid of death and cherished her life very much.
Especially as times are getting better,
The Ji family's territory expanded.
In a sense, lasting forever is also an extension of the length of life.
In the morning, the doctor checked the old lady's pulse and gave some precautions.
Seeing Shu Wen coming in with a heavy face, he withdrew.
The old lady sat on the Chinese ebony sofa and stretched out her hand to pull off her sleeves: "Is something wrong?"
"The people we sent out all said they haven't seen Ji Lan for many days."
"Didn't you see it?" The old lady frowned slightly: "Not even in the company?"
Shu Wen shook his head: "No."
A cold snort sounded out of thin air, and the old lady picked up the cup and took a sip: "This little girl is quite capable."
"Could it be that Third Master protected the person?"
"Can he protect you for a while? Can he protect you for a lifetime?"
She was disappointed with Ji Mingzong. She originally thought that the three children of the Ji family were all powerful people from the Banzheng family. They knew how to contribute to the family's great cause by restraining themselves and restoring rites. However, she did not expect that Ji Mingzong was rebellious and wanted to rebel. Follow the path.
Who is bad, it has to be Ji Lan.
With the name of the Ji family, what woman doesn’t?
"Ji Lan will continue to let people keep an eye on him. Let's focus on the Zhao family first, and let people keep an eye on the third child to see where he has been recently."
Since you are protecting people, you must have trapped them. As long as you are trapped, they will be easy to find.
That evening, when Zhao Jiahuai returned to Zhao's house, Zhao Dayuan was arranging his appearance in the mirror. His black suit was placed on the sofa and he was adjusting the collar of his shirt.
"Having a meal with an old woman is more formal than going on a date with my mother."
"That's right!" Liu Ya complained closely with Zhao Jiahuai beside him.
Zhao Dayuan glanced at him: "This is basic respect for people."
"This kind of old woman will go to heaven if you give her face," Zhao Jiahuai folded his arms and leaned against the door and continued: "I advise you not to give her respect. If you don't give her respect, you will continue to be messed up by her. Let her catch the signs, and she can follow everything. It's like a fly on my head."
"The old guy is old. If something happens to him while he is pestering us, we can't afford it."
"My son is right, please wake up."
"I know it well," Zhao Dayuan nodded in response.
The relationship between the Ji family is difficult to describe. Everyone has their own explanations from different perspectives, but there is only one victim.
If there is chaos in a family, the person who has been suffering for a long time will definitely not want to suffer anymore.
At seven o'clock, outside a Chinese-style courtyard in the suburbs of Beijing, a black Cadillac slowly parked into the parking space.
Zhao Jiahuai leaned on the back seat and fell asleep. He glanced around. This place was close to the Ji family and far away from the Zhao family. The old lady obviously wanted something from them, but she chose such a damn place to eat. She was not asking for anything. No consciousness.
"Did we beg her or was she begging us?"
Zhao Dayuan glanced at him: "It's typical of you that you don't like a person. You can find fault with his breathing."
Zhao Jiahuai snorted: "Does she still need me to find fault?"
For a person like her, no earth can bury the dirt on her body.
Throughout the journey of the Ji family, how many things cannot be revealed in front of others?
In the yard, the bamboo shadows scattered. The old lady was waiting in the yard wearing a black cheongsam. She was in her eighties, had slightly curly gray hair, and wore high-quality pearl earrings. She was elegant and noble.
Seeing the Zhao father and son coming, the old lady stepped forward to greet them, shook hands with them with a smile and exchanged greetings.
After introducing the person into the box, he explained: "I originally wanted to book a place in the city, but as the National Day holiday was approaching and the traffic was heavy, I made a reservation a little further away. I hope Mr. Zhao won't be offended."
"What did the old lady say? There is no reason for the diners to blame the treaters."
Today’s dinner begins,
In terms of worldly sophistication, the old lady ranked second at this table and no one dared to rank first. No matter in terms of age or social experience, her experience was higher than these two, and it happened that the Zhao family and his son knew about her trip. The purpose is to pretend to be stupid with a tacit understanding.
As long as the old lady doesn't move forward, they won't speak.
So halfway through the meal, we were almost done chatting about shopping mall experiences and financial trends, but the real business hadn't started yet.
After they moved from the dining table to the tea table, and Shu Wen was sitting on one side ironing the tea utensils and making tea, the old lady went straight to the topic and said, "I am here to ask Mr. Zhao for something."
Zhao Dayuan greeted politely: "You are an elder, there is no reason why you should not ask for anything. As long as it is within your ability, old lady, you can just ask."
"Then I'll be blunt," she seemed to not see the false greetings: "I want Mr. Zhao to help me introduce the head of Fengming Capital."
"Meng Qinghe?" Zhao Jiahuai almost blurted out: "If the old lady wants to see him, does she still need our introduction?"
"Of course it's not Mr. Meng."
"That is?" Zhao Jiahuai seemed unclear.
The old lady looked at Zhao Jiahuai's expression with a slight smile, trying to find some differences in his face.
But the latter is hidden deep, in vain,
"The Zhao family does have some dealings with Fengming Capital, but the person who negotiates with them is Mr. Meng. As for the other people the old lady mentioned, we have not yet contacted them."
"Fengming Capital has business dealings with the Zhao family?"
"The Zhao family is preparing to go public, and Fengming Capital happens to be the leader in this regard. It is normal to have contacts," Zhao Dayuan's explanation was official and polite.
No more useful information to wrap up the meal.
When they parted ways, Shu Wen heard the old lady beside him say: "This boy from the Zhao family is not simple."
"Is he from Fengming Capital?"
"Yeah," after a meal and a few conversations, the clues were revealed.
"What projects does the Zhao family have in Beijing and Hong Kong recently?"
Shu Wen pondered for a moment and thought: "It is related to electricity."
"Let the dick come up to me."
"Sir, Mr. Zhao's phone number."
In a private room on the outskirts of the city, Ji Mingzong and CEO Fengming socialized with people from the development office and confirmed the groundbreaking on November 1.
In addition to the two parties, there was also the so-called "master" invited by Meng Qinghe in the box.
The master gave a good and auspicious time, saying that it was calculated based on the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, and it was altruistic.
Ji Mingzong has never believed in this, but as an adult, the world is not black and white. He does not believe it but accepts it.
When Yan Hui came in with a phone during the dinner, Ji Mingzong glanced at Zhang Ying, who recognized the situation and went out.
"Director Ji is busy with business!" someone teased.
"Little things in the company," Ji Mingzong responded with a faint smile while holding a cigarette between his fingertips. Then his eyes turned to the master, and he half asked and half tested: "Can the master read numerology?"
"I can see it. What do you want to see, Director Ji?"
"I know a person who was separated from his biological father and mother when he was born. I have been searching for him for decades to no avail. I am trying to figure out whether he is still there."