An Zhiwen was very familiar with the Vanke Economic and Trade Mansion near the University of International Trade and Beijing University of Technology. He asked the driver and assistant to wait downstairs, and walked into the 8th building in the middle of the community. Just as he was about to enter the elevator, he received a call from Liao Rong.
Liao Rong's voice was as elegant as ever, but seemed to have a sense of superiority, "Zhiwen, are you busy?"
"Not busy. Not busy. Aunt Liao, if you have anything to say, you can tell me."
Liao Rong said forcefully: "Okay, you go back to Beijing and we meet to talk about your divorce from Shi Yan."
An Zhiwen held his cell phone in front of the elevator, pursed his lips, and said, "Aunt Liao, I'm at the University of International Trade and Economics. Come over here."
Liao Rong was surprised. After all, An Zhiwen was a person who became the CEO of a large group. Today, An Zhiwen was a little different.
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Jing Gao and Professor Zhao were neighbors, both living on the 20th floor of Building 8. An Zhiwen went to Jing Gao’s home in 2001 as scheduled.
Upon entering, you will find a very spacious living room. It is simply decorated. There is a carpet next to the sofa with some books scattered on it.
Jing Gao had just woken up and was wearing casual clothes. He asked An Zhiwen to sit down and poured him a glass of Perrier-Jouët champagne. "Drink some wine. Speak slowly."
In fact, he was not optimistic about An Zhiwen's marital status, and the WeChat message he sent was just a routine inquiry. He really had no intention of trying to persuade her to reconcile or divorce. As a result, An Zhiwen said that she wanted to talk to him in person. Let's talk.
"Mr. Jing, thank you!"
An Zhiwen stood up, took the tall straight round mouth champagne glass handed by Jing Gao, took a sip, and said slowly: "Mr. Jing, I am from Nanxing, Beijing. My family's living conditions are average. I have a place to live.
My parents are employees of state-owned enterprises.
My grades have been good since I was a child. I was lucky enough to pass Yanda University during the college entrance examination, and entered Guanghua School of Management to study, and then went to graduate school. My mentor and Professor Zhao are close friends. It is my mentor's view to base society on industry.
The first time Shiyan and I met was when we were guests in Professor Zhao's house. Her smile was the most beautiful spring scene in April. I was deeply involved in it. Later, I graduated from graduate school and worked in Zhao Group for two years.
time. Marry her again and start your own business."
Jing Gao leaned on the sofa and listened quietly. He has always been a good listener.
An Zhiwen really has something! He passed the college entrance examination at Yanda University, the only two top universities in the country. And Yanda Guanghua School of Management is the top business school in the country. He graduated from it as a graduate student, and his tutor is a great master in economics.
No wonder Professor Zhao takes a fancy to him! If it weren't for Liao Rong's obedience to Professor Zhao, An Zhiwen would have started a textile factory long ago. How could he still be wasting his life and fall into a mid-life crisis at the age of thirty-six?
An Zhiwen took a swig of champagne and said, "Mr. Jing, Aunt Liao wants to talk to me about my divorce from Shiyan. I hope I can make it clear to her face to face with you."
Jing raised his wine glass high, "Why?"
A sarcastic smile appeared on An Zhiwen's face, and he said decisively: "She probably has some leverage over me and wants me to surrender. But I will never give up the custody rights of Daya and Erya under any circumstances."
Jing Gao nodded with a smile and said, "Okay."
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"Ding dong."
A pleasant voice sounded. The elevator opened on the 20th floor. Zhao Shiyan, Liao Rong, who was wearing a cyan cheongsam and a dark red Chanel skirt, walked out. Behind the two beautiful women was Zhang Quanqing, who was carrying a bag.
"Shiyan, go sit at home for a while. I'll talk to An Zhiwen first and then sign." Liao Rong said confidently and rang the doorbell of 2001.
An Zhiwen opened the door and brought Liao Rong in. Jing Gao stood up from the sofa to greet her. This was not a sign of respect for Liao Rong, but to give Professor Zhao face. This woman was Mr. Zhao's legal wife. If he had any objections,
, surface work also needs to be done.
"Ms. Liao, please sit down. You can talk without worrying about me." Jing Gao said and brought an unopened bottle of mineral water to Liao Rong.
Liao Rong looked at An Zhiwen, with doubts in her beautiful eyes.
An Zhiwen made a gesture with a decisive aura and said: "Aunt Liao, please tell me."
Liao Rong was wearing a cheongsam and sitting on the sofa, with an indescribable intellectual beauty. She smiled elegantly, with a condescending look: "Zhiwen, let's keep the story short.
You know what Shiyan is thinking. You are so busy at work, how can you not have time to take care of your daughter, right? As for me, I have evidence of your tax evasion and tax evasion. The tax amount is more than 10 million. You don’t want to be reported, right?
?”
An Zhiwen said calmly: "Aunt Liao, is this the only method you have left?"
Liao Rong picked up her beautiful Emei eyebrows and her eyes became sharp, "Zhiwen, don't break the rules. I'm looking for connections. You know your father-in-law's connections very well. This is enough to sentence you to several years."
An Zhiwen suddenly felt why he was so stupid in the past! He was always falling for this woman. As long as he was fearless, what could she do? "Aunt Liao, you have a misunderstanding of the energy of Xia Shang Group. You can do it now
Call up."
An Zhiwen made an invitation gesture.
Liao Rong looked at An Zhiwen who was very different from before. He no longer treated her submissively. She smiled and said, "Zhiwen, you have made great progress!" She said to Jing Gao: "Mr. Jing, what have Zhiwen done over the years?
In business, you lose more and earn less, and your ability is very problematic.
He is simply not qualified to run a large textile group. I have a case of his failure and I will send it back to you."
Take the fire out of the cauldron.
This is her trump card. She is not stupid. Could she not know that the textile group and An Zhiwen's small factory have completely different weights in the eyes of the local government? However, if intimidation can succeed, why not try?
Since it failed, she wanted to alienate Jing Gao's trust in An Zhiwen. Can the divorce case be completed all at once? As long as this thorn is planted, An Zhiwen will be fired if something goes wrong later. By then, it will not be a matter of time.
Did she concoct it?
Jing Gao smiled and said lightly: "Ms. Liao, you may not know much about my relationship with Lao An. His daughter calls me uncle. In business, there is a growth process. I don't mind his failure."
Liao Rong choked at Jing Gao's words! Her momentum immediately disappeared.
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"Aunt Liao, let's go next door to talk!" An Zhiwen took a proactive step to counterattack and took Liao Rong to the next door.
Jing Gao was at home, holding a wine glass in his hand and sipping it slowly. Professor Zhao's housework was in a mess.
But it is undeniable that Liao Rong, a beautiful woman, is indeed quite capable.
Don't look at Liao Rong's mere words. But, think about it from another angle, how powerful and fierce words are needed to give someone eye drops in front of the leader?
Just make the point.
He somewhat understood why An Zhiwen couldn't beat Liao Rong before. Liao Rong's hands were still very dark, and she had the connections Professor Zhao had accumulated over the years. However, An Zhiwen had his back now and was completely unafraid of this.
Jing Gao shook his head and waited for the results from the next door.
He also wanted to see how An Zhiwen would fight back in the face of years of oppression from his "stepmother-in-law" and the betrayal of his wife's cheating.
Don't say "Of course I forgive her". Then he really has to consider replacing the CEO of Xia Shang Textile Group.
It's just personal preference. He really can't stand this kind of man who is willing to wear a hat.
