The night is getting deeper. The cold wind on the winter night blew the glass windows from time to time. The dishes on the dining table are all gone and the cups and plates are in a mess.
Jinggao returned to his residence to sleep. He and Professor Zhao had a great time chatting. Except for the Galaxy Group, they are talking nonsense all over the world. Professor Zhao is knowledgeable: astronomy, geography, customs, poetry, calligraphy, antiques, and literary aesthetics.
At the same time, we also talked about the "Taichu Strategy Research Laboratory" established by Jing Gao. Professor Zhao said that he would take Jing Gao to visit Professor Jin of the Renmin University in two days. Netizens like to call him "Commissar Kim." Invite Professor Jin to give lectures in Phoenix.
Doing international business today requires analyzing and judging the situation and trends between China and the United States. Professor Jin is an expert in this field. Phoenix Fund needs to consider going global.
Professor Zhao is in his sixties and had surgery just a few months ago. After a few glasses of rice wine, he became almost drunk. He said to Chunlan, the nanny who was helping him back to the bedroom, "Chunlan, give Zhiwen a call."
What time is this? Aunt Chunlan helplessly supported Professor Zhao and said, "Okay."
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An Zhiwen had just returned home from Rongcheng in a car when he received a call from his "father-in-law". He and Zhang Jing have got married and the two families live together. Although the housing prices in Beijing are very high, with An Zhiwen's current income, he can naturally buy a house in a school district that is enough for a family of seven.
"Dad, are you still up so late?"
Zhang Jing is one year younger than An Zhiwen, and she met him in Chengdu. It's interesting to each other. Jing Gao felt it when An Zhiwen took him to Zhang Jing's breakfast shop for breakfast. She is thirty-five years old, even though her son Zhang Peng is already twelve years old, she is still a mature and charming woman, with a plump and graceful figure, and a mature feminine charm in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.
She was wearing thick winter pajamas and bent down at the door to get An Zhiwen's slippers.
Looking at Zhang Jing, tenderness surged in An Zhiwen's heart. This is something Zhao Shiyan has never experienced before. The fact that he was able to marry this good woman was truly a blessing from his previous life. After changing into slippers, he gently held her waist and answered the call from his father-in-law.
On the phone, Professor Zhao said drunkenly: "Zhiwen, are you back?" Today is Friday, and as usual, An Zhiwen has to go back to Rongcheng to be with his wife and daughter.
"Just got home."
Professor Zhao said with emotion: "I just had a meal with Xiaojing, and we had a thorough conversation. I have a lot of emotions. It may not be a blessing for you to be his subordinate because of your temperament..."
An Zhiwen sat down in the restaurant. At this time, his parents and his two daughters, Daya and Erya, who were born to him and his ex-wife Zhao Shiyan, were already asleep. The stepson Zhang Peng lives in the junior high school. Soft lights are scattered throughout, making the restaurant warm as spring.
Very happy life.
An Zhiwen had no objection to his father-in-law's words. He asked himself that with his personal management level, he would have no problem running a multi-billion-dollar group. But he really cannot be regarded as a qualified "leader".
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to get up after being tricked by Liao Rong for several years. There are some weaknesses in his character.
People like Mr. Jing who can resist responsibilities, take risks, and are determined are natural leaders!
Even though Mr. Jing has been under such great pressure recently, he is still as stable as a mountain. Their subordinates hardly feel any pressure and only need to do their own thing step by step.
Ten minutes later, Professor Zhao's call ended. Zhang Jing brought her husband dinner early and sat at the dining table to accompany her husband. The food she cooked was delicious, and An Zhiwen just ate some snacks in the evening, waiting for this warm dinner.
Seeing the phone call hang up, Zhang Jing asked curiously: "Zhiwen, Professor Zhao, is there something wrong when he called so late?"
Zhang Jing experienced a failed marriage and was very tolerant of An Zhiwen's situation, and did not mind that An Zhiwen still treated Professor Zhao as his father-in-law. Rather than fighting for a "treatment" for her father. And often, many of these little things in a marriage constitute the ups and downs of real life, entangled with grudges and grudges!
Where is there any case of raising eyebrows and treating each other with respect?
An Zhiwen wiped his mouth with a tissue and sighed softly: "What else can happen? Mr. Jing and Ren He had a falling out recently. Mr. Jing is under a lot of pressure. Dad wants to go out of his way to find someone to help Jing. Boss. After all, the closure of Xia Shang Culture and Tourism was an old thing from the time of the Zhao Group. As a result, Boss Jing didn’t mention it at all. Instead, he was chatting with Dad all over the place. "
Zhang Jing was full of gratitude to Jing Gao. At that time, Rong Cheng was still Jing Gao who helped her solve the problems faced by the gangsters in the county. He suddenly exclaimed and said worriedly: "Zhiwen, is everything okay with Mr. Jing?"
As a general of the Phoenix family, An Zhiwen still doesn't know how Jing Gao plans to solve this dilemma. Although he had confidence in Jing Gao in his heart, the Galaxy Group was coming menacingly and the situation was difficult.
An Zhiwen was silent for a while, "I hope so!"
He and Jing Gao have a mutually beneficial relationship. At this moment, I feel a little unsure. It is obvious whether a thirty-six-year-old man believes in his emotions or his reason.
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The weekend flies by in an instant.
Dong Lingxi was walking in the aisle of Beijing Airport holding her suitcase. She wore a mint blue oversized coat with a white floral collar sweater. Highlighting her towering curves. The white slim-fitting trousers underneath are refreshing and neat, making her full of bright and beautiful womanly style.
Just returning from the Bordeaux region in France after a few months made her feel like she was in another world. She has lived in the capital for many years. But at this moment, I really feel a lot.
Not willing to be reduced to a mediocre wine merchant, she had a talk with Jing Gao in September. It was at the Huyang Bar in Houhai. Jing Gao is hosting a banquet for LeTV executives, and she serves as the wine merchant to provide the drinks.
She told Jing Gao about the entanglement between herself, Zhao Canglong and Fan Yang. And Jinggao directly sent her to Bordeaux, France to take charge of several wineries he bought with Zhaoshi Group.
She returned home this time at Jing Gao's request to explain what happened at the Zifeng Hotel on Qiongdao.
What moved her most was the change in Jing Gao's status. In just a few months, it seemed like he no longer knew her.
On that day, Dong Lingxi recommended Ling Chuqing's Zifeng Hotel to Jinggao. The information she gave was that Ling Chuqing was eager to take action because her husband had a car accident. Therefore, this high-quality project was recommended to Jinggao. However, recently, Jing Gao discovered something fishy.
Qiao Songbai on Qiongdao surfaced. Mr. Wang of HNA has helped Jing Gao settle the matter, and Zifeng Hotel, a four-star hotel located in Yalong Bay, Sanya, Qiongdao, has been successfully opened. With HNA's foundation in Qiongdao, Qiao Songbai, a second-generation son, would definitely be unstoppable.
Jing Gao needs to know what Dong Lingxi’s intentions were when he recommended him to acquire the Zifeng Hotel.
Ma De, on the Internet, it is indeed a lie to see a beautiful woman fall in love with Shenhao. At least for the beautiful women Jing Gao has come into contact with, they all have their own ideas and are very clear about the propriety and purpose of interpersonal communication.
"Mr. Dong, please come this way!" Jiang Zi, the assistant who came to pick him up, was waiting outside the airport hall and took Dong Lingxi to the car. "Mr. Jing is waiting for you in the Jinghe Club."
A smile appeared on Dong Lingxi's bright and dignified pretty face, "Oh, it's really a sin for me to have to wait so long." In fact, he felt a little guilty and thought about how to explain it.
