Chapter 174 He even took me naked and sent him there
Over there, the matter was explained clearly in a few words.
Ji Mingzong said "I understand" and hung up the phone.
Ji Lan rubbed his waist and asked in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"
"The old man cannot wish to die," Ji Mingzong responded calmly, taking his mobile phone and sending a message to Zhang Ying.
"You have to take a bath, Lanlan," Ji Mingzong's palms wandered on her back, and the cold sweat had not yet dissipated.
"Washed."
"Wash again!"
"I don't want to!"
"Be obedient!" He has always been a very active person. When he said this, Ji Lan was already in his arms.
On this day, Ji Mingzong's idea came true. On November 9, Ji Lan had a stuffy nose. When Mr. Ji went upstairs after exercising in the morning, he heard the sound of hard nose blowing.
When he pushed the door open and walked in, Ji Lan had no time to hide the paper dumpling in his hand.
"Have you caught a cold?"
"A bit stuffy."
Mr. Ji washed his hands and came out, touched Ji Lan's forehead and settled down after seeing that the person was calm.
When the morning breakfast was delivered mixed with cold medicine, Mr. Ji told her not to go to the company this morning.
Ji Lan refused: "We have cooperation to discuss."
The boat broke into a headwind, and on November 9th, she caught a cold. After a busy day, she returned home top-heavy and had her stitches stitched. She felt dizzy, swollen, weak, and bleeding profusely. Even a good person had to die half of her life.
That night, Mr. Ji was out settling matters. The Zhao family and his son sat in the box of Linjiang Tea House and studied his expression. They spoke carefully and gave a brief report on Jiaco's affairs. They finally said, "Do they know people well?" clear.
I hope Mr. Ji will not remember the faults of villains.
Ji Mingzong didn't say anything. There was no other sound in the quiet box except the sound of the kettle working. The silent oppression forced the Zhao family and his son to leave.
It made them nervous beyond words.
Ji Mingzong is used to using silence to force people into desperate situations. It would be fine if he has nothing to offer, but he happens to be in a high position, and the mountain of wealth presses down from above his head, shrouding everything around him. Make it impossible for you to escape and avoid.
"Uncle Zhao said that, it's a surprise." The man picked up the teacup and refilled the tea for him, with a calm tone: "Since I chose Uncle Zhao, I naturally regard Uncle Zhao as one of my own."
"There is no need to hurt the friendship between you and me because of a Jaco."
The father and son of the Zhao family are as clear as a mirror, and Ji Mingzong is already stepping down the ladder for them. The latter nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, Mr. Ji, we have always known our position."
"I feel at ease as a person like Uncle Zhao."
The atmosphere in the box became a little more relaxed because of these three or two sentences.
But Zhao Dayuan knew that the chapter had not yet turned.
Be polite first and then fight. If the superior gives you sweet dates, he will definitely follow up with a slap.
Mr. Ji's method of killing chickens to scare monkeys is very good.
Otherwise, people would not be so afraid of him these years.
Ji Mingzong's fingertips passed around the elegant white porcelain cup, picked it up again, and brought it to his lips for a sip. He talked about the recent entertainment trends in Beijing and Hong Kong. The rise of the film and television industry will inevitably lead to a series of industries. Among them, Beijing and Hong Kong Clubhouse is one of them.
What is good is good, what is bad is bad.
It cannot be all good or all bad.
Then we talked about energy development projects. Fengming Capital has been eyeing this piece of meat for a long time. The domestic resources here have not yet been developed and there are many opportunities. However, because Fengming Capital is a foreign investment, the domestic review of this area is extremely strict. .
Hard to protect and restricted.
At the end of the day, Ji Mingzong's tea bottomed out, his tone was gentle, and his eyes fell on Zhao Jiahuai: "Is Jiahuai interested?"
The reason why Ji Mingzong expressed interest was to kick him out of the Five Rings Resort project.
It rises brightly and falls darkly.
Zhao Jiahuai had no choice.
He never thought that Ji Mingzong would really be merciful and let him go.
Compared with Ji Lan, it is clear at a glance which one is more important than Jia Ke. What Yan Hui said is true.
When a man is struggling with lust, he will not tolerate others hurting his lover. He committed a major taboo and naturally could not escape the corresponding punishment.
"Director Ji, Jinghe called to say that Miss Song is sick," Zhang Ying stepped forward to inform Ji Mingzong as soon as he got in the car.
The man got into the car and made a gesture, then he hummed and told Yan Hui to drive.
"Jaco is currently recuperating at the People's Hospital. Do you need more?"
"No need." The man tugged on the tie around his neck and threw it aside: "If you have a cat, how can you catch mice by yourself?"
Jaco
Zhao Jiahuai will naturally take care of it.
By throwing Zhao Jiahuai out of the Fifth Ring Road project, he provoked a conflict.
It will not be easy for Jaco until he dies.
Move Jilan?
Is he worthy?
Ji Mingzong worked step by step, and every step he took was within his own plan.
Zhao Jiahuai left the tea room and went to the hospital overnight.
When he came out again, his fists were stained with blood.
After returning home in the middle of the night, Zhao Dayuan's eyes fell on his fist, and he silently took out the medicine box to treat the wound on the back of his hand.
"That's it, you can relax,"
"I have nothing to say if the Zhao family is destroyed in our own hands, but if it is destroyed in Jiaco's hands, I am unwilling to do so." When the iodophor touched the wound, he shrank in pain.
"In the face of interests, people's hearts are unpredictable. After all, Giaco is a bit short-sighted."
Ji Mingzong's beating made their hearts tremble, but they had to remember it.
People help you make money because you are obedient, not because they like the trouble you bring them.
At half past nine, Ji Mingzong returned home.
When he arrived at the door, Zhang Ying handed him the briefcase: "Mr. Meng is returning from the UK tonight. Should I send him to you or let him talk tomorrow?"
"Let's talk tomorrow," Ji Mingzong took the briefcase and turned into the room.
Usually, I would report directly after getting off the plane, but now, it is different after all.
Ji Mingzong said he would talk about it tomorrow because there was another patient at home.
Ji Lan took painkillers and had already slept.
At the moment, I am holding 256 and holding my mobile phone to chat with someone about today's advertising project.
When Ji Mingzong opened the door and came in, 256 saw the person, his eyes lit up, and he meowed to leave Ji Lan and get closer to him.
Ji Lan held him down.
He came closer and touched Ji Lan before placing his fingertips on the cat.
He sat by the bed and waited patiently for her call to end.
I don’t know what the other side is asking.
She had a stern look on her face: "Send it over, even if I'm naked, do you think that's okay?"
"Has a good brokerage company become the Yihongyuan of their capitalists?"
The person on the other side hung up the phone.
Ji Lan slightly raised his eyes and met Ji Mingzong Han's smiling eyes: "Whose Yihongyuan?"
"There are so many," Ji Lan muttered: "We talked about investments and then turned to the company's artists. His lustful eyes made him want to strip them naked and drag them to bed immediately."
"For example?" Mr. Ji asked.
Ji Lan told her a few names, and the man thanked her and gently stroked her back: "Calm down."
"Have you taken your medicine?"
"I've eaten," Ji Lan responded, and added, "I ate on time." to avoid being criticized.
"It was just a coincidence that my aunt came here."
Jing He went upstairs with dinner, and Ji Mingzong carried her to the sofa in the living room, placed food on the coffee table, and served her a simple dinner.
The last day! Ask for tickets