At 2 pm on July 1st, Paris time, Jing Gao took Ouyang Wan, Chen Qingshuang, Dong Youwei and others, and was seen off by Dong Lingxi, Counselor Wu, Tang Jinxue, Chen Hanqing, Chu Yunfei and others. He boarded his Boeing-produced private jet "Fly" at Charles de Gaulle Airport and flew back to his motherland.
The weather was sunny with white clouds in the sky. When the plane takes off in the afternoon and flies into the sky, you can clearly see the urban areas, woods, and rivers of Paris. All of this is slowly getting smaller and disappearing!
The "Flying" private jet is very quiet, equipped with a leisure area, bar, viewing area, bedroom suites, etc., and is extremely luxuriously decorated. The selling price is US$224 million.
Jing Gao fell asleep in the master bedroom until it was dark and he didn't know what time he woke up. Looking at the furnishings in the luxurious bedroom and the dark night view from the airplane window, he felt as if he was in another world.
The forty-day trip to Paris has come to an end. All kinds of tense, exciting and leisurely scenes have become a thing of the past. He is on his way back to his country!
Jing Gao emptied his mind and slowly emptied the scenes and characters in Paris. At this time, the beauty beside him was no longer there. He remembered that Xiaowan and Qingshuang were with him when he fell asleep after the plane flew smoothly.
Jinggao didn't yell either. There were very few people returning to China with him this time, and the luxurious plane seemed slightly empty. But it is estimated that Dong Youwei and others are resting. He rang the service bell beside the bed, sat up, put on his slippers, and suddenly felt his waist and legs were sore.
I go, last night was crazy.
Last night, he and Ouyang Wan finished the last dance together and then said goodbye and left. After returning to the villa at No. 12 Rotan Street in District 16, in the living room on the third floor, the love and emotions that could be suppressed in his and their hearts surged up during the dance.
This time, there was no Xixi, but there was no Aunt Ji watching from outside the door.
Beautiful summer nights start here.
"Brother Jing, you're awake." Chen Qingshuang came in from outside the bedroom and asked with a smile.
Qingshuang Aifei's hair was shawl-shouldered, with a delicate hairpin, and she was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and an embroidered midi skirt. The peaks are towering, and the round and white legs are exposed. The twenty-four-year-old girl has indescribable beauty and charm, and is unmatched in youthfulness and sexiness. There is also a happy and relaxed mood that radiates from the inside out.
Jing Gao laughed to himself, men are all dregs. There are only tired oxen and no plowed fields. He rubbed his face vigorously with both hands and asked, "My dear concubine, what time is it?"
This "beloved concubine" made Chen Qingshuang couldn't help but smile, and leaned over to kiss Jing Gao tenderly. Hugging each other and sitting in his arms, she said: "
Brother Jing, Beijing is 6 hours faster than Paris. We actually boarded the plane at 8pm Beijing time. The plane has been flying for seven hours now, and it is now three o'clock in the morning Beijing time. We will arrive at Beijing Airport in three hours. "
"Yes." Jing Gao smiled and hugged the beauty Qingshuang, feeling that she was indeed different from before, and seemed to become more vivid. I asked for a glass of water, drank the warm water, fed her half a mouthful, and asked, "Where is Xiaowan?"
"Sister Xiaowan is watching a movie on her tablet in the viewing area. I was sorting out work matters just now and preparing to hand them over to Sister Yun Xi."
Jinggao nodded, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and changed into summer clothes: T-shirt, shorts, a very refreshing look. and Chen Qingshuang walked out of the bedroom.
Waiting outside the bedroom suite, the flight attendant and beautiful woman Chen Mingshu was wearing a white cheongsam. She was elegant, intellectual, and showed a charming smile: "Hello, Mr. Jing!"
Behind her were two beautiful flight attendants wearing white embroidered cheongsams, who greeted her crisply, "Mr. Jing, good evening."
Jing Gao smiled and nodded to her, "Hello, Xiao Chen. Long time no see." He nodded to the two young and beautiful stewardesses, "Hello." He said, "Xiao Chen, get me something to eat." .Another glass of water.”
"Okay, Mr. Jing, please wait a moment." Chen Mingshu stepped on high heels and walked away with a faint fragrance.
Ouyang Wan put on her earphones and heard the movement not far away. When she saw Jing Gao coming out, she turned around and waved hello to Jing Gao. With a smile and a radiant face after the rain, she said: "Brother Jing, you're up."
"Well. Xiaowan, what movie are you watching?" Jing Gao walked over, smiled and held her shoulders, stood behind the sofa where she was sitting and talked to her, then went to the front area to take a look, Dong Youwei and others were lying down to rest.
Later, he sat down at the dining table. At this time, the stewardess Chen Mingshu, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure and flesh-colored stockings, had already placed steaks, borscht, fruits, and warm water on the dining room table one by one.
"Mr. Jing, I wish you a pleasant meal!"
"Yes." Jing Gao nodded to the thirty-year-old elegant and gentle woman. He was not in a hurry to eat steak, drank warm water, and looked out the airplane window at the night.
Beijing, I'm back.
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Beijing.
The charming and beautiful young woman Guan Yujia was wearing a small black fragrant professional skirt, white stockings, and small high heels. She took her two beautiful young woman assistants: Zheng Xiaobing and Feng Wan from the elevator of the China World Trade Center Phase 3 Building. Come out and walk into Zhongrun Company on the 45th floor.
Many employees looked over quietly. As I walked along the road, all the staff I met said hello, "Good morning, Mr. Guan!"
This is really a beautiful scenery. Three beauties work together, and they all look professional.
"Morning!" Guan Yujia responded with a bright smile on her pretty face. Anyone could tell she was in a great mood.
While she was making tea in the office, Feng Wan, who had a beautiful appearance and a sexy young woman's style that unconsciously exuded, asked, "Mr. Guan, are you very happy today?"
Guan Yujia nodded, her earrings swaying, and she sat behind her desk, waiting for the computer to turn on. She smiled and said, "Well, Mr. Jing is back."
Feng Wan suddenly realized it and went outside with a smile and a hot water bottle.
Zheng Xiaobing, who was sorting information on the side, was slender and bright, and smiled. Feng Wan asked this unnecessary question. Based on her experience of following Sister Guan for more than a year, only Mr. Jing could make her so happy.
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Beijing. The headquarters building of Evergreen Group.
At the age of thirty-six, the powerful group president and second-in-command Yao Shengming paced back and forth, sometimes overlooking the beautiful scenery of the capital in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
His female secretary came in from outside and reminded: "Mr. Yao, you have a meeting later."
Yao Shengming waved his hand and said, "Xiao Yu, please push it for me. I still have something to deal with here."
Secretary Yu was in his early thirties, with an ordinary appearance, but he was very capable and capable. He said, "Okay, Mr. Yao." He went outside to perform the task in confusion. How to help your boss cancel a meeting requires a little bit of rhetoric, but of course you don't have to say it openly.
She was very curious as to what kind of problem Mr. Yao seemed to have encountered. What's going on? You know, as Mr. Yao's shares in Evergreen Group exceed 5%, his position as president is extremely stable, almost equivalent to the CEO of the group.
Who brought problems to Mr. Yao?
Yao Shengming unbuttoned his shirt, took out an opened bottle of red wine from the office wine cabinet, poured a glass, and sipped it slowly. The reason why he was restless was because of the news he had just received: Mr. Jing had returned to China.
It's not a very sophisticated method. Mr. Jing’s private WeChat account has been posted to Moments. The address shows that it is in Beijing.
He knew very well that with Mr. Jing’s temper and personality, Mr. Jing would definitely want to deal with the public opinion difficulties that Zhaoshi Group had encountered in the country: everyone was shouting, the reputation dropped rapidly, and there were also those who jumped out to add fuel to the fire and add insult to injury. Fight back, take revenge.
To be precise, there are four people on Mr. Jing's list: Zhou Mingyang, Ma Yun, Li Zekai, and Liu Lenovo. Others are just small shrimps and fish, and will be eliminated with the natural winds, waves, ebbs and flows.
So, as he is currently the "number one horse boy" in front of Mr. Jing, he needs to have a stance!
Of course, if Mr. Jing does not use him, does this mean that his previous efforts, including teaming up with Phoenix Financial Group to block Li Zekai on the US stock market, actually did not gain Jing Gao's trust at all?
Yao Shengming was drinking and thinking. After thinking for an hour, he dialed Feng Xuehua and said with a smile: "Sister Feng, you know, Mr. Jing has returned to China."
Feng Xuehua is usually in Shuyun Club. She is still sleeping at around 9 o'clock in the morning. She said sleepily: "Mr. Yao, Jing Gao will go back to China as soon as he returns home. Is it worth your special call to call me?"
Yao Shengming couldn't laugh or cry, "Sister Feng, if I remember correctly, you should have scolded Mr. Jing in May or early June. Sister Feng, things are different now! Mr. Jing is majestic in Europe and has shown Extremely strong capital strength. You and your brother-in-law should discuss it and admit your mistake to Mr. Jing when you should."
Feng Xuehua was stunned immediately. What? Her emotionally broken husband can't even protect her?
