The lights outside the car window flickered on and off. Jing Gao was leaning on the car seat, with the gentle and demure young woman Feng Wan leaning on his shoulder. He 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 monkey! In case there are some little people who think he is good again."
Tan Qin paused for a few seconds and said: "Mr. Jing, Li Zekai's client came to me. He wants to ask me to mediate this matter. Do you want to listen to his conditions?"
Jing Gao 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 children from aristocratic families to make peace. Of course, his status was higher than his own, whose parents had died and were taken care of by his uncles in the shopping mall.
The kids who are mixed up are much better.
But after thinking about it, I didn't remind him. This reminder would have made Jing Gao dissatisfied. Let's wait until Jing Gao meets at the wedding in Haizhou to mention it 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 inexplicable in his heart. This was a reasonable answer. He expected this, but
I don't want to hear this answer.
This means that he has to continue to deal with this difficult matter!
When he thought of this, Li Zekai was both confused. It seemed that he could only ask his 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 that when he returns to the Mid-Levels Villa tomorrow, he can touch
Get the father.
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When Jing Gao's car arrived at the 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. The whole night was spent like this. Early the next morning, Li Zekai was worried
Driving to the mid-level villa.
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 was heavily guarded. Li Zekai naturally had an unimpeded 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. "Hard, 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-fashioned manner and continued to drink 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 more than ten minutes later. He wiped his mouth and then looked at his younger son: "It's hard, Zhang Jiazhen obviously can't keep it. So why keep it? He's just a person."
Chess piece, for a Hong Konger like him who is 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, "Hard, peace talks need to be discussed in person. There will be a meeting in the capital tonight. Vitor is ready to leave with the group. I will give him a call. Zhang Jiazhen will
Throw the chips out."
Li Zekai was stunned, realizing his father's sophistication and cruelty.
Zhang Jiazhen, the producer who once produced popular works such as "Face", "Mission: Impossible 2", and "Across the World", became cannon fodder in the war in the business world.
Li Jiacheng gently patted his youngest son's shoulder, stood up slowly, and walked slowly towards the door of the restaurant.
At this moment, the light on Li Zekai's cell phone, which had been set to silent mode, flickered. Li Zekai looked at the number and saw that it was Zhang Jiazhen calling. He stared blankly at the cell phone for a while, but after all, he did not answer the call.
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Somewhere on Hong Kong Island, Zhang Jiazhen was looking at his mobile phone at his home. Li Zekai did not answer his call. This filled his heart with despair.
Zhang Jiazhen's feet went weak and he fell down on the sofa in the living room. After all, he was 70 years old. Feelings of regret surged up from the bottom of his heart. Why was he obsessed with thinking that he could use a photo to disgust Jing Gao so that he could be in trouble?
What about asking for credit in front of the Li family?
It’s so fascinating!
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 dropped. His assistant answered Mr. Jing's personal number that he had treasured for a long time.
Zhang Jiazhen said in a humble tone: "Hello. I am Zhang Jiazhen. 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 appointments, 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. If you rush to the street, I'll knock your lungs out!
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In the morning, Jing Gaozheng and Guo Siyue were listening to cross talk in the entertainment room on the second floor. They were all excellent jokes.
For example, Yang Shaohua, Yang Yi and his son's masterpiece "Meat Rotten in the Pot" was the first prize 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 called Guo Degang.
At this time, Feng Wan came over on 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 pressed the pause button very considerately. Feng Wan then reported the phone situation: "Mr. Jing, Zhang Jiazhen called
When I called you, he wanted to apologize to you, and also said that he wanted to dedicate the company Toyotomi Daikun to you for free. I have already 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 beauty, and her beautiful eyebrows suddenly frowned. For a figure in the entertainment industry like Zhang Jiazhen, for the head of a consortium like her,
, just a small character. 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 and 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 then went out with a smile. Zhang Jiazhen was already a historical figure.
