The lights outside the car window flickered on and off. Jing Gao was leaning on the car seat, leaning on the shoulder of the gentle and beautiful young woman Feng Wan. She smiled and said, "Hit the Li family's dog!"
Tan Qin laughed and said: "Mr. Jing, you are going back to your hometown to get married in two days, are you still in the mood to pay attention to him?"
Jing Gao smiled and said: "Kill the chicken to scare the monkeys! In case some small characters think that he can do it again."
Tan Qin paused for a few seconds and said: "Mr. Jing, Li Zekai's client has found me and wants to ask me to mediate this matter. Do you want to listen to his conditions?"
Jing Gao gently stroked the jade-like beauty Feng Wan's hair and said, "Mr. Tan, I won't listen to the conditions. This doesn't make any sense."
Tan Qin sighed, "Okay. I'll go back over there." He deliberately reminded Xiajing Gao that Li Jiacheng might invite other members of the aristocratic family to make peace. His status was certainly much better than that of a kid whose parents had died and who was being taken care of by his uncles and was living in a shopping mall.
But after thinking about it, there was no reminder. This reminder would make Jing Gao dissatisfied. Let's wait until Jing Gao meets for a wedding in Haizhou and mention this properly.
In fact, the game between Mr. Jing and the Li family is becoming increasingly confrontational, and these things will happen sooner or later.
After hanging up the phone, Tan Qin thought about it for a moment and called Li Zekai back in the small living room on the second floor of his luxurious villa at the foot of the mountain, "Mr. Li..."
Li Zekai was waiting for Tan Qin's call in the night, "Tan Sheng, hello. Um... I wonder how the situation is?"
Tan Qin said: "Mr. Li, Mr. Jing rejected your proposal."
"Okay, thank you. I'll invite Mr. Tan to tea in Shanghai another day." Li Zekai hung up the phone and looked at the sea, the beach, and the bright moon, feeling incomprehensible. This is a reasonable answer. He expected this, but didn't want to hear the answer.
This means that he has to continue to deal with this difficult matter!
When Li Zekai thought of this, his head was a little bigger than those of Li Zekai. It seems that I can only ask my father for advice tomorrow morning. He took his mobile phone and called his father's assistant to ask about his father's schedule for tomorrow. Make sure he can meet his father when he returns to the mountainside villa tomorrow.
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When Jing Gao's car arrived at Yuntu Villa on the North Fifth Ring Road of Beijing, after an hour or two of fermentation, the entire network was in a frenzy of eating, and the whole night was spent like this. Early the next morning, Li Zekai drove to the Mid-Levels Villa worriedly.
In the early morning light, the road to the villa in the middle of the mountain is particularly beautiful. The bay, mountains and mansions form a beautiful landscape.
The outside of the Li family's mansion is heavily guarded. Li Zekai naturally had a smooth journey and met his father in the restaurant. He had been a powerful figure in the business world for many years and was hailed as "Superman" by Hong Kong newspapers.
Li Jiacheng was ninety-one years old. He didn't eat much for breakfast. He drank porridge and called his youngest son to come and sit down. "Richard, sit down. Do you want something to eat?"
"No. Daddy, I want to tell you something."
Li Jiacheng wore glasses and had thinning hair. He nodded in an old manner and continued to drink the gruel.
Li Zekai recounted what happened last night and emphasized: "Dad, I don't want to be his enemy, but he doesn't agree to reconciliation."
This is somewhat interesting.
Li Jiacheng finished the bowl of porridge in silence. It was already ten minutes later. He wiped his mouth and then looked at his younger son: "Richard, Zhang Jiazhen is clearly undefeated. So why should he keep it? He is just a chess piece. , for Hong Kong people like him who are mixed up in the mainland entertainment industry, we can find a replacement at any time. Moreover, you just entrusted an intermediary to negotiate, and you think he does not agree to reconciliation? "
Li Zekai wanted to defend, "Daddy..." He promised to give Zhang Jiazhen an answer at eight o'clock later.
Li Jiacheng waved his hand and interrupted his younger son, "Richard, peace talks need to be discussed in person. There will be a meeting in the capital tonight. Victor is already preparing to leave with the group. I will make a call to him. Zhang Jiazhen will be there. Throw the chips out.”
Li Zekai was stunned, realizing his father's sophistication and cruelty.
Zhang Jiazhen, the producer who has produced popular works such as "Face", "Mission: Impossible 2", and "Across the World", has become cannon fodder in the war of the business world.
Li Jiacheng patted his youngest son's shoulder gently, stood up slowly, and walked slowly towards the door of the restaurant.
At this moment, Li Zekai's cell phone light flashed when it was set to silent mode. Li Zekai looked at the number and saw that it was Zhang Jiazhen calling. He looked at the phone blankly, and after a while, he didn't answer the call.
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Somewhere on Hong Kong Island, Zhang Jiazhen was looking at his cell phone at home, but Li Zekai did not answer his call. This filled him with despair.
Zhang Jiazhen's feet went weak and he fell on the sofa in the living room. After all, he was also 70 years old. Regret surged up from the bottom of his heart. Why was he so obsessed with it that he thought he could use a photo to disgust Jing Gao and claim credit in front of the Li family?
How obsessed!
Zhang Jiazhen sat on the sofa for more than an hour. He picked up his nearly dead mobile phone, connected it to the charging cable, gritted his teeth and dialed Jing Gao's number.
Toot toot.
The phone was connected after three rings, and a woman's pleasant voice came from inside, "Hello."
Zhang Jiazhen's heart suddenly went cold. The personal number of Mr. Jing that he had treasured for a long time was actually answered by his assistant.
Zhang Jiazhen said in a humble tone: "Hello. I am Zhang Jiazhen, and I want to apologize to Mr. Jing."
"It's you!" It was Feng Wan who answered the phone. Her tone became serious and she said, "There's no need to apologize. If you have something to say, just tell me."
Zhang Jiazhen followed the organized language and began to talk to himself: "I apologize for offending Mr. Jing, and I sincerely regret to Mr. Jing. I am willing to dedicate the company of Daikoku Toyotomi to Mr. Jing free of charge, including celebrities. Brokerage contracts, investment in celebrity studio assets, etc. I will completely withdraw from the entertainment industry and never go to Beijing again."
Feng Wan said sarcastically: "Does the total net worth of Toyotomi Daguo amount to 500 million?"
"No."
Feng Wan said unceremoniously: "Then you think our Mr. Jing's face is only worth 500 million? Zhang Jiazhen, are you out of your mind? Don't call me again. Just do what you have to do." Hanging up the phone.
"..." Zhang Jiazhen felt his blood pressure rising. Fight on the street, I'll beat your lungs out!
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In the morning, Jing Gaozheng and Guo Siyue listened to cross talk in the entertainment room on the second floor. They were all excellent jokes.
For example, the masterpiece "Meat Rotten in the Pot" by Yang Shaohua and Yang Yi was the first prize winner in the cross talk sketch competition that year. Because of this work, Yang Yi was transferred to the capital, and the fat little black guy who was pushed out was named Guo Degang.
At this time, Feng Wan came over in high heels. Jing Gao and Guo Siyue were laughing and watching a cross talk video. When they were about to get up and go out, Guo Siyue thoughtfully pressed the pause button. Feng Wan reported the phone call: "Mr. Jing, Zhang Jiazhen called. He wants to apologize to you, and also said that he wants to dedicate the company of Toyotomi to you for free. I have rejected him."
Guo Siyue was wearing an exquisite and elegant long skirt with a jacket, her hair was tied up, she was an elegant and luxurious woman, her beautiful eyebrows suddenly frowned. A figure in the entertainment industry like Zhang Jiazhen is just a small role to the head of a consortium like her. A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Jing Gao.
Jing Gao couldn't help but sneer and said: "Wanwan, it seems that he has not understood the situation at all. Any dog in the Li family dares to grin at me, just apologize and let it go? How will I deal with it in the future?"
Jing Gao asked again: "Has Fang Shaofan gone to the relevant department?"
"Already gone."
Jing Gao nodded, "Yeah." He smiled and gestured to Guo Siyue, not wanting Siyue to help him.
Feng Wan went out with a smile. Zhang Jiazhen is already a historical figure.
