Song Zhiyu was a man of his word. When Ji Wuyin went out the next day, he didn't notice the little tail behind him anymore.
As the photos of her and Zhou Qingnan were exposed, the media fanned the flames, and more and more people believed that she and Zhou Qingnan were together.
The stock prices of Ji's and Zhou's have soared, and the number of people buying shares has increased.
A business marriage involving love is, in the eyes of ordinary people, a fairy tale turned into reality and worthy of praise and praise.
In just a few days, the popularity remained high, and writers on some websites even made up a life-and-death love story between the two.
Ji Wuyin came across it accidentally, without even looking at it, and just clicked "not interested", which reduced the number of recommendations on his phone.
"Mr. Deng Ru from Longcheng Resort Villa, invites you and Mr. Zhou to go to the manor tomorrow to taste tea and enjoy flowers." The assistant looked at the newly popped up email on his phone and looked at Ji Wuyin who was scrolling through Weibo.
"Well, you contact Zhou Qingnan." Ji Wuyin closed the phone and looked sideways, "I couldn't get an appointment before, but now I've come to you on my own initiative."
"He is testing us." The corner of her lips raised a slight arc.
Longcheng Resort Villa is famous in the entertainment industry in Shangjing. Nowadays, the planning of the new phase of the project requires finding partners, and various companies are competing for it. In the end, they focus on the Ji family and the Song family.
It's not surprising that Ji's can stand out, after all, he has the foundation for so many years. But the emergence of the Song family is intriguing.
Before Song Zhiyu, no one from the Song family was engaged in business. They had just started and they were in conflict with the Ji family.
I don't know if Song Zhiyu is too conceited, or if he really has the capital to compete head-on with the Ji family.
Thinking of the scene at the banquet that day, Ji Wuyin slowly closed his eyes. Song Zhiyu was really different from before.
The arrogant and unscrupulous temperament about him, although dangerous, is even more charming.
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"A busy man is finally willing to see me?" Ji Wuyin put his bag on the cushion and sat down cross-legged.
A trace of embarrassment appeared on Ke Hui's face. She poured a cup of tea for Ji Wuyin, "I've been dealing with the tough guys in Guihai these days. No, as soon as I heard that my good sister was single, I immediately I just got out of the crowded nail shop to look for you."
Ji Wuyin took a sip of tea, and the light mist that rose up covered her eyes. She joked: "It turns out that Zhou Qingnan is more attractive than me. I have to use his excuse to meet you."
Ke Hui breathed a sigh of relief quietly and replied: "How is it possible? You are the fairy in my heart and my goddess."
The two chatted for a while and then talked about the nail households in Guihai.
Ke's is a real estate company that has slowly developed in recent years. Although it is not large in scale, because Ke Hui and Xia Zeyou are lovers and Ji Wuyin is best friends, many projects can be contracted directly without grabbing them.
Guihai's project is one of them.
The government plans to turn the Guihai area into a scenic spot to attract tourists. As the contractor, Ke naturally wanted to persuade the original residents to leave.
It's just that there are many elderly people living in that area. It is naturally not an easy task to persuade elderly grandparents to move away from the home where they have lived for decades.
"My conditions are so generous, why are they still dissatisfied?" Ke Hui complained after swallowing the cake.
Ji Wuyin handed her a tissue, and his voice was soft, with a bewitching magic power: "Both hardness and softness. If the softness doesn't work, use the hard one. Tell them clearly that on this condition, they have to move even if they don't want to move. Wait. When the higher authorities enforce it, they won’t get any of these benefits.”
Ke Hui was stunned for a moment, looked up at Ji Wuyin, and asked in confusion: "How hard should it be?"
Ji Wuyin touched the tea table with her tea cup and a bell rang, but she smiled and said nothing.
Ke Hui stared at the long and pointed ends of her eyes, her heart suddenly trembled, guilt and panic welling up at the same time.
She suddenly recalled the scene when Ji Wuyin held a steel pipe and singled out a group of gangsters.
“Bah, bah, bah—”
A piercing horn sound suddenly came from outside, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the room.
The man's voice came through the bamboo screen, clear and familiar.
"Whose car is it? Move it."
