"Women are not allowed to be inferior to men. When I saw Miss Six, I thought of this sentence! Although Miss Six never cared about any business of the Zhong family, everyone who was dragged to the Zhong family to talk to Miss Six was willing to talk to her.
The Zhong family does business."
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"You are all so polite. At first, Zhong Qing only accompanied my father to have tea with a few of them twice and said some words by the way. I didn't expect that Zhong Qing was deeply moved by how unforgettable and unforgettable everyone was."
She naturally knew that they were unforgettable.
At that time, the Qing Dynasty was destroyed, and their family, considered relatives of the emperor, was suppressed by many Han people.
So my father took the family to x city in advance to avoid the suppression.
City x already has its own business circle, which is impossible to enter.
Relying on their savings, the family is living a comfortable life.
Zhongqing grew up in the city of
In fact, she didn't have much ability. In order to survive in the Zhong family, she had to make her father happy, and those were her best opportunities, so she firmly grasped them.
If you know yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.
She got acquainted with the women these people liked and knew their preferences, so it was naturally easier.
Presumably later on, when we had business cooperation, we couldn't find such meticulous arrangements as hers.
At that time, it would be fine if the Zhong family had always been a merchant.
It was my father who had always longed for power. He withdrew from the Manchu Qing Dynasty and joined those armies. Unfortunately, he chose the wrong people and followed the wrong generals, and he was eventually destroyed...
"Remember, of course I remember! How could I forget!"
Everyone was enjoying themselves here, but someone there whispered: "The young marshal is here."
Afterwards, the merchants turned their heads one after another and looked out the door.
Zhong Qing slowly turned her head, just in time to see Yi Jian, always lazily wearing a clean white suit, stepping in from outside.
Next to him was He Anyuan, who was wearing a pink dress.
On her hand, she wore five or six very thin bracelets made of pure gold. They made a crisp sound when she walked.
Yi Jian, on the other hand, still looked cold, with a slight chill emanating from her whole body.
