Chapter 163 The third master said, if you don’t pay compensation, you will file a lawsuit
She knew better than anyone else that the story between her and Ji Mingzong did not start well. They both approached each other with great care, so how could they ask for purity?
It's just that the old lady doesn't know the ropes.
"The prerequisite for me to become an outcast is that the Ji family is taken under his command, which is not a loss." She stretched out her hand, and Jing He, who was standing on one side, came over and took the coffee cup from her hand.
"Having children without raising them and raising them without educating them are both sins. How can you be a good person?"
"Jinghe, see you off."
Bang - the old lady was so angry that she picked up the cup on one side and threw it at Ji Lan. Subconsciously, she dodged and the cup hit the vase beside Ji Lan. The pink and white celadon vase was said to be valuable.
When it fell apart and fell to the floor, a look of fun flashed across Ji Lan's face.
"Who do you think you are? You dare to show off your power in front of me. I am also Ji Mingzong's biological mother."
"I'm sorry, I'm still the mother of his biological son," Ji Lan's charming eyes flashed slightly, cunning and a little weird.
"The villain has gained power, you are a fool, you are a fool," the old lady cursed and was asked to leave.
When Jing He came back, he saw Ji Lan picking up the bag on the sofa and getting ready to go out, and his eyes fell on her belly intentionally or unintentionally.
Ji Lan saw this and smiled lightly: "Are you afraid that I will get pregnant?"
"No." After being exposed, a flash of embarrassment flashed across Jing He's face.
"Don't worry! I won't give birth even if you're pregnant."
She and Ji Mingzong were not suitable to have a third person come out to quarrel.
"Seriously?" At the Fifth Ring Project Base, Ji Mingzong stood with his back to Qiu Yang, wearing a white safety helmet and standing on the construction site.
After hearing Jing He's words, the man frowned and his aura became colder.
"Yes," Jing He didn't dare to say anything.
On that side, there was silence for tens of seconds. Then, a cold scoff sounded: "Find out the bill for the vase and have it sent to the Ji family manor. If you don't pay compensation, you will send a lawyer's letter."
He was angry.
No matter whether the anger came from Ji Lan or the old lady, it was still unpleasant.
The man withdrew his gaze and slowly panned his eyes, his eyebrows deepening a little as he glanced over the first floor of the foundation.
There are many problems in the Fifth Ring Road project, and everyone from designers to material dealers and private owners who move earth on site are keeping a close eye on this big piece of meat.
Ji Mingzong walked to a steel plate, stamped his expensive leather shoes on it, and asked someone to take it away
The engineering manager beside him was sweating like rain: "Dr. Ji, this."
"Get away," Ji Mingzong said concisely and concisely, with a cold tone that was as oppressive as a mountain.
The engineering boss still wanted to maintain a stalemate, but Zhang Ying noticed something and called a few people around him to come over and move the things away.
A large sewage pipe runs across the road.
Zhang Ying's stunned eyes fell on the pipeline, and then moved to the boss's face.
Ji Mingzong raised his hand and lit a cigarette. His tone was so deep that no emotion or anger could be heard: "Mr. Jia wants to make money, and I won't stop him. But if you dare to cut corners and do tricks on the project, believe it or not, I will give you your life to earn money." Money, no life to spend?”
"Don't worry, Director Ji, I will definitely make the rectifications in place, for sure," Jia Song was sweating profusely, standing in front of him hunched over and shivering.
On a November day, the autumn sun is shining brightly, and Beijing and Hong Kong have already half-stepped into winter.
Ji Mingzong lit his cigarette ashes in the air and said in a particularly oppressive tone: "Mr. Jia had better know his face."
A multi-billion-dollar project is built only after approval from the top management. Every step, from attracting investment to selecting materials, is scrutinized. Any leakage in the hands of the project boss is enough to expose the people below. Save ten years of hard work. There is nothing wrong with earning some money.
If things can be done well, the old directors can just turn a blind eye.
What's scary is that if you use the money you spend to buy delicacies from the mountains and seas to buy tofu and vegetables, you'll be given a shoddy project, and you won't be able to pass the trial later.
A group of staff watched Ji Mingzong get into the car. The man was holding a cigarette, and the pure white wet wipes were walked back and forth on his fingertips a few times before being thrown into the trash can.
"Ask Zhao Jiahuai to wait in the office."
Zhang Ying thought to himself that someone was going to suffer.
In all dealings with the bosses, interests come first and human kindness comes second. The prerequisite for having money to earn with them is that they are obedient enough.
"What did you say?"
As soon as the old lady came home, the bill from Ji Mingzong's side was delivered. When the invoice from the auction house was delivered to her, the old lady was so angry that she almost cursed.
Shu Wen didn't dare to say anything. The old lady lifted the bill and saw a string of zeros on it. She couldn't help it.
"You're a traitor, you're a beast. I gave birth to him and raised him, and he gave birth to a white-eyed wolf."
"Calm down, sir, they are still here," Shu Wen reminded in a low voice.
The angry scolding in the bedroom stopped instantly. The old lady sat on the tiger chair, stroking her forehead and threw the check on the ground: "If you don't give it, let him go."
"The third master said, if you don't pay, you will file a lawsuit,"
"Say it again?" The old lady was furious: "A lawsuit? He wants to go to court with me over a vase?"
For the rest of her life, the old lady could not understand why her son had become more indifferent than a stranger in just ten years.
A person who puts family first in everything cannot imagine how his children could be so selfish.
There is no other way for this game to end except death.
In November, winter gradually begins in Beijing and Hong Kong.
It was fine when I went out in the morning, but in the evening a heavy downpour came, making me cold and chilly, making me shiver from the cold.
The rainwater snaked down the high-rise glass and disappeared into the darkness.
As soon as Ji Lan entered the office from the conference room, Zhang Fan opened the door and came in with an urgent tone: "Xu Yinggang called to say that someone had tripped up the film and television city and all the equipment was soaked in water."
"What's going on?"
"It's said to be man-made vandalism," Zhang Fan had a headache. They were famous for their reputations. They were stared at by many people now. In the past, everyone would still take the Ji family's surname into consideration. Although they looked down on it, they would still give the Ji family a bit of favor on the surface. , now that Ji Lan has changed her surname, people who are staring at her can no longer hold back.
It just so happens that in the past few years, film and television projects have been on the rise, and more and more people are eyeing this piece of fat.
By chance, they have become a new upstart in the film and television industry. They are powerful and have an unstable foundation. People who want to look miserable are like the Qing of the River.
"Let someone bring out a batch of equipment, and I'll go and see what's going on myself."
At nine o'clock, the rain started to intensify. Ji Lan changed into a thin down jacket and followed the equipment truck to the film and television city.
Anseong Film and Television City is two and a half hours away from the Beijing-Hong Kong expressway, and the whole journey is directly connected by expressway. The only disadvantage is that there is a lot of traffic on the Beijing-Hong Kong Ring Expressway, which makes walking extremely time-consuming.
It also happens to be a heavy rainy day today, the road conditions are unclear and the driving speed is slow.
It was approaching twelve o'clock, and when the car was about to get off the expressway at the Anseong toll station, a black pickup truck behind it crashed into it because it was traveling too fast and failed to brake.
There was a loud noise, and Ji Lan's car was hit by the toll booth, and the windshield shattered into pieces and fell down