"My God, who is the master of Puyun Mountain? The sky is full of stars and fireworks, this is the burning Mao Zedong."
"Whose family has this incredible wealth gone to?"
"Whose private house is at the top of Puyun Mountain? Can anyone tell me, a country bumpkin, some knowledge about it?"
"I want to know so much. It doesn't matter if this blessing is not mine. Who can tell me what it feels like?"
"Where are the entertainment reporters? Where are the gossip reporters? Stop trying to pick up female celebrities every day. What's so interesting about the entertainment industry? Aren't you curious about the love story of a rich man like this?"
In the hotel, Jiang Qiming took his mobile phone and scrolled through the city's Weibo. When he saw the gossip on it, he had the unprecedented patience to finish it bit by bit.
When he saw that everyone was eager to know the owner of Puyun Mountain, the figure of Lu Jing'an inexplicably appeared in his mind.
"Do you think the villa on the top of Puyun Mountain is Lu Jing'an's private residence?"
"Unlikely! We have found someone to follow him. The daily destination of Mr. Lu's exclusive car is the Lu family or his apartment."
"Every day?" Jiang Qiming asked.
The other party nodded: "Yes."
"But I heard that Lu Jing'an is very cautious and never reveals his whereabouts. He must be followed by bodyguards when traveling. How can such a person let others know his daily whereabouts?"
"What do you mean by the second young master? Is it a cover-up?"
"possible."
"Help me check again."
"No need," Jiang Qiming stopped him: "Don't provoke them recently."
The man was stunned, knowing that he had saved him from Huanong a few days ago and was paid and humiliated.
"The old lady has already sent someone there."
............
"You said, your grandfather left for Beijing and Hong Kong??"
"Yes, I was told when I came back that I had been gone for a while and it should be here now."
The old lady was shocked. If Mr. Jiang came, the nature of the matter would change. He trusted Hengqing 100%. She was not happy about dragging Lu Jing back to the capital. If she found Lu Jingan in person... ....For her, it is a disadvantage, not an advantage.
Before the old lady hung up the phone, the old man called.
The two chatted briefly, and the old lady reluctantly changed her clothes and went to pick her up.
"Aren't you in poor health? Why did you come here?"
"If I don't come, I'm afraid Hengqing will die."
"It's just Hengqing. Why do you care so little about your own safety?"
The old man didn't answer her words. He just sat on the sofa and before he had a chance to take a drink, at two o'clock in the morning, the door of the room rang.
The old lady got up and opened the door, and saw a man in a suit and leather jacket standing at the door. He looked calm and had a military aura about him.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Mr. Lu said, let me ask Mr. Jiang to talk."
"Mr. Lu?"
"Lu Jing'an," Xu Wei said without being humble or arrogant.
"You, Mr. Lu, are very interesting. Do you understand the rules when you invite people to have a chat in the middle of the night?"
Xu Wei glanced at the old lady: "The capital has the rules of the capital, and Beijing and Hong Kong have the rules of Beijing and Hong Kong. Mr. Jiang can no longer be called the overlord in the capital, and he has no say in Beijing and Hong Kong. Our husband can see He is Enze."
"You are so presumptuous," the old lady looked at Xu Wei and was so angry that she almost spit out curse words. No matter how bad her Jiang family was, she still stood taller than others. What's more, her eldest grandson is now in his position. In time, his future will be uncertain. Estimate.
Who is Lu Jingan?
Standing in the Jiang family's position, he was an abandoned child.
Standing in his mother's current position, she is an illegitimate child who cannot stand on the stage.
If Lu Jing'an wasn't still useful, would they have dragged Lu Jing'an back to the capital?
"It's gone, so forget it."
Xu Wei didn't force it, he turned around and wanted to leave.
"Wait a minute, old man, get up."
"I'll go with you."
Hengqing has not seen Lu Jing'an in person for so long since he came to Beijing and Hong Kong, and he has not seen him even when he walked through the gate of hell.
One can imagine what Lu Jing'an's status is in Beijing and Hong Kong.
The opportunity is now in front of him. If he doesn't go, it will be difficult to say in the future.
Mr. Jiang followed Xu Wei into the car. The car made many twists and turns, and finally stopped in the yard of an Hui-style building.
"Mr. Jiang, please."
"Where is this?"
"Mr.'s private residence."
"He's in there?"
"I don't know. Sir just ordered us to bring you."
Mr. Jiang stepped in. There were servants serving tea in the house. On an early autumn night, the windows were wide open, the cool breeze was blowing, and the bamboo shadows were loose in the yard.
The old man asked for a cup of tea and saw no one from two o'clock in the morning until three thirty.
Calling the servant: "Where is your husband?"
The other party shook his head: "I don't know. Sir, he only asked me to take care of the guests and didn't tell me when he would come."
The old man had an ominous premonition that he was going to be let go.
Sure enough, he didn't see anyone until dawn.
.............
"You've been talking for so long?" The old lady didn't sleep all night. When someone came back, she hurriedly greeted him.
"I didn't see anyone."
"He deliberately humiliated you?"
The old man hummed: "I'm going to wash up and go to Beijing-Hong Kong University."
Probably because he was in the private house, his emotions were wiped out. When he heard the old lady's shocked tone, he didn't feel anything at all and was extremely calm.
When the old man stayed up all night and went to Beijing-Hong Kong University, he failed again and Lu Chu went on vacation.
I was in a car accident and took a long leave due to physical discomfort.
.............
"What are you looking at?"
Huanong opened his eyes in a daze in the morning and saw Lu Jingan leaning on the bed with his mobile phone reading WeChat messages. He forwarded large sections of the voice messages sent to him.
Lu Jing'an didn't make any subconscious move and allowed Hua Nongguang to rub his naked body against him and look at the phone screen.
"Have you dealt with Mr. Jiang?"
"It doesn't matter, I'm just letting him dry out."
"Oh," Huanong's fair cheek pressed softly against Lu Jing'an's arm. The man lost his cell phone. He pressed her body and fell on the bed: "Do you still have the strength?"
"No... no... no, I have a scene to shoot in the morning."
My legs are weak, I don’t want it, and I’m crying.
Huanong came out of the car after putting on makeup and was just waiting for the elevator to enter the set. When the elevator door opened, he saw Nan Wan standing inside.
The smell of alcohol fills the air.
Huanong raised his hand and slapped him in disgust.
Nan Wan thought she had made a mistake. She raised her hand and looked at her watch. It was indeed six-thirty. She drank to drown her sorrows until six-thirty and was too lazy to go home. She planned to go back to the office to take a shower and go straight to work. Huanong had already put on makeup. Are you joining the set to prepare for filming?
"Miss Hua is quite dedicated."
"Mr. Nan is also very dedicated. You said that you have worked very hard to be the backbone of the family. Do you earn enough money in a month to catch Nan Qingqing?"
