Jing Gao brought Ouyang Wan, Chen Qingshuang, Dong Youwei and others at 2 pm on July 1, Paris time, and was bid farewell to Dong Lingxi, Counselor Wu, Tang Jinxue, Chen Hanqing, Chu Yunfei and others.
Boarded his Boeing-produced private jet "Fly" at Charles de Gaulle Airport and flew back to his motherland.
The weather is clear, with white clouds in the sky. When the plane takes off in the afternoon and flies up into the sky, you can clearly see the city of Paris, the woods, and the river. All of these are 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 price is US$224 million.
Jing Gao slept in the master bedroom until it was dark, and he woke up at an unknown time. 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 ended. All the tense, exciting, and leisurely scenes have become a thing of the past. He is on his way back to his country!
Jing Gao cleared his mind and slowly cleared away the scenes and characters in Paris. At this time, the beauty beside him was no longer there. He remembered that after the plane flew smoothly, Xiaowan and Qingshuang were with him when he fell asleep.
Jing Gao didn't yell. There were very few people returning to China with him this time, and the luxurious plane seemed a little empty. But it was estimated that Dong Youwei and others were resting. He pressed the service bell beside the bed and sat down.
I got up and put on my slippers, my back and legs felt sore.
Let me go, last night was so crazy.
Last night, he and Ouyang Wan danced the last dance together before saying goodbye and leaving. After returning to the villa at No. 12 Rotan Street in District 16, they were in the living room on the third floor. During the dance, he and they could feel the pressure in their hearts.
The love and emotions surged up.
This time, there was no Xixi, but there was no Aunt Ji watching 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 had her hair shawl around her shoulders, with a delicate hairpin, and was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and an embroidered midi skirt. Her peaks were towering, and her round and white legs were exposed. The twenty-four-year-old girl had an unbelievable talent.
The beauty and style of the words are unparalleled in terms of youthfulness and sexiness. There is also happiness and relaxed emotions that radiate from the inside out.
Jing Gao laughed at himself, thinking that all men are like dregs. There are only tired cows and no plowed fields. He rubbed his face vigorously with both hands and asked, "My dear concubine, what time is it?"
The words "Beloved Concubine" made Chen Qingshuang couldn't help but smile. She leaned over and kissed Jing Gao tenderly. They hugged each other and sat in his arms. Then she said: "
Brother Jing, Beijing is 6 hours ahead of Paris. We actually boarded the plane at 8pm Beijing time. The plane has been flying for seven hours now, and it is now 3am Beijing time. We will arrive in Beijing in three hours
Airport."
"Well." Jing Gao smiled and hugged the great beauty Qingshuang. He felt that she was indeed different from before, and seemed to become more vivid. He asked for a glass of water, drank warm water, fed her half a mouthful, and asked: "Little
Where is Wan?"
“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.”
Jing Gao nodded, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and changed into summer clothes: T-shirt, shorts, a very refreshing look. He and Chen Qingshuang walked out of the bedroom.
Waiting outside the bedroom suite, the beautiful woman Chen Mingshu, the steward, 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 all lying down to rest.
After a while, he sat down at the dining table. At this time, 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!”
“Hmm.” Jing Gao nodded to this elegant and gentle thirty-year-old woman. He was not in a hurry to eat steak, drink warm water, and look out the airplane window at the night.
Jingcheng, I’m back
The charming young lady Guan Yujia was wearing a small black fragrant professional skirt, white stockings, and small high heels. She took her two beautiful young lady 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 staff members looked over quietly. Staff members they met on the street greeted each other, "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. Everyone could see that she was in a good mood.
While making tea in the office, Feng Wan, who has a beautiful appearance and unconsciously exudes the charm of a sexy young woman, asked: "Mr. Guan, are you very happy today?"
Guan Yujia nodded, her earrings dangling, and she sat behind her desk, waiting for the computer to start up. She smiled and said, "Well, Mr. Jing is back."
Feng Wan suddenly realized it and went outside with a smile while carrying the hot water bottle.
Zheng Xiaobing, who was sorting out information on the side, was slender and bright, with a pursed smile. 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.
Beijing. The headquarters building of Evergreen Group.
At the time, thirty-six-year-old Yao Shengming, the powerful group president and second-in-command, 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 some things to deal with here."
Secretary Yu was in his early thirties and had an ordinary appearance, but he was very capable and efficient in his work. He said: "Okay, Mr. Yao." He went outside to perform tasks in confusion. How to help the boss refuse the meeting requires a little skill in speaking. Of course, it is not clear.
Let's talk.
She was very curious about what kind of difficulties Mr. Yao seemed to have encountered. What was going on? You know, as Mr. Yao's shares in Evergreen Group exceeded 5%, his position as president was extremely stable, almost equal to that of the group.
CEO.
Who brings problems to Mr. Yao?
Yao Shengming unbuttoned his shirt, took out an open 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 returned to China.
Already.
It’s not a very sophisticated method. Mr. Jing’s private WeChat has been posted to Moments. The address 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 Zhaoshi Group had encountered in the country: everyone was shouting for beatings, its reputation was declining rapidly, and there were also those who jumped out to add fuel to the fire and add insult to injury.
To fight back, to take revenge.
To be precise, there are four people on Mr. Jing’s list: Zhou Mingyang, Ma Yun, Li Zekai, and Liu Lenovo. The others are just small shrimps and fish, and will be eliminated with the ebb and flow of natural waves.
So, as he is currently the "number one horse boy" on the surface of Mr. Jing, he needs to have a position!
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 a phone call to 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, showing his
Extremely strong capital strength. You and your brother-in-law should discuss it and admit your mistake when it’s time to admit it to Mr. Jing.”
Feng Xuehua was stunned immediately. What? Her husband whose relationship broke down can't even protect her?
