She cheered: "Tahiti? I've seen a documentary, and it's said that the scenery there is super beautiful. It would be great if I could get married here. It's a pity that I don't even have a passport..."
"Xixi, please find a time to get your passport as soon as possible. Once it's done, we will travel and get married."
"No problem, I'll do it as soon as possible. Haha, Xiaojue, I'm really looking forward to it. It's so late, you need to have a good rest, you have to go to work tomorrow..." She suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Xiaojue, where are you now?
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He looked across the river and saw the cold wind blowing against his face. "Don't worry, I'm lying on the bed. I called you because I couldn't sleep..."
The smile in her voice became even stronger: "Are you thinking about me so much that you can't sleep?"
He was so amused that he burst into laughter, as if all the haze was swept away.
It wasn't until she hung up the phone for a long time that the smile on Yan Xixi's face slowly disappeared: Travel and get married, Tahiti! Think about it, how beautiful it is! However, she clearly realized: Xiaojue will definitely have a falling out with Huang's mother again tonight.
Already.
Xiaojue is the only son in the family, and marriage is the top priority for both parents. How can there be any reason to let their son travel and get married?
It is a particularly low-key private club. When you walk in, you will discover what low-key luxury is. The ancient carved handrails are from antiques restored in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, casual bronze vases are placed along the way, and a screen is from the famous Ming Dynasty
The artist's handiwork and famous foreign oil paintings hang on the walls.
Zhou Ting had no intention of admiring the beautiful decoration. She put on a pair of huge sunglasses, walked hurriedly into the private room door, and put down her bag.
Wang Donglin was already sitting on the sofa, lazily looking at the handbag Zhou Ting was holding. It was a platinum limited edition Hermès. The price was almost as much as a small apartment. He was a superstar and a famous family.
The favorite of ladies. Everyone in the industry knows that Zhou Ting and her mother are fans of famous bags. It is said that she owns seven or eight bags of this brand.
Of course, Wang Donglin had no interest in women's bags in the past. Even if he bought them, others would buy them for him. But since he opened the famous store for Yan Xixi, he occasionally becomes interested in learning about them.
Zhou Ting sat down opposite him and went straight to the subject without being polite: "Dong Lin, I am here this time to ask for your help with a small matter."
Wang Donglin did not dare to agree to this "little favor" rashly, and said with a smile: "Don't have too high expectations of me, I may not be able to do it."
"This is nothing more than a piece of cake for you."
He raised his eyebrows and saw Zhou Ting take out something, her eyes slightly nervous: "Dong Lin, please help me process this set of data."
When Wang Donglin saw this document, his heart suddenly sank. It turned out to be the same mysterious accounts that he had chased to Switzerland but could not solve the mystery.
Zhou Ting made no secret of it: "You should know that my father has encountered some troubles recently. It was not a big deal in the first place, but political opponents have seized on this matter to make a big fuss. In fact, which one of them has a clean butt?"
Wang Donglin pondered for a moment.
"Look at this data. This is a cooperation between your mother and the Zhou family fifteen years ago..."
Wang Donglin was stunned.
"With this cooperation, the Zhou and Wang families controlled half of this field, almost completely forming a monopoly. But later, your mother gave up when she saw it was good and quickly transferred the project to Europe. And my father also became more and more popular because of his official career.
The farther away I went, so I gave this project to one of my cousins. Now, my cousin is being targeted..."
