The next day, it was still drizzling and the sky was gray.
Mao Jiawei is going to the Red Sleeve Group to find Zhao Qingmei, but he is a delicate person who has to bathe, change clothes, and have meals every day.
All food must be imported from overseas, and must be fresh and airlifted immediately.
Therefore, it didn't end until nine o'clock.
At Juding Group and Mao Jialan again, Mao Renmomojir, half an hour passed, and it happened to be the opening time of the stock market.
"Clang."
As soon as the market opened, the secretary barged in.
Mao Jialan reprimanded: "You are so impudent. You didn't know that my sixth uncle and my cousin were talking about something, so you just barged in like this. You don't know the etiquette!"
"Miss, it's not good, our Juding Group's stock price has dropped to the limit again, and billions have been wiped out. If this continues, the group will go bankrupt soon!"
"What!"
Mao Jialan stood up suddenly and turned on the computer to check.
Sure enough, the stock dropped by the limit at the opening, and the comments below were full of complaints.
"Damn it!"
Mao Jialan was furious.
Mao Jiawei said coldly: "Yesterday's big news will definitely ferment for a few days, and it is expected that it will fall below the limit today. Jialan, Uncle Six, you don't need to be angry. I will go to the Red Sleeve Group to meet Zhao Qingmei now!"
"Whoa!"
The Mao Renmo stood up, carrying a bloody murderous aura, and said in a cold voice: "I will accompany you. If that bitch Zhao Qingmei dares to act recklessly, I will break his neck."
Mao Jiawei smiled and said: "Uncle Six, why do you need to take action personally? I have a way of dealing with women, so let me do it. My nephew, I will definitely complete the task."
Twenty minutes later.
Hongxiu Building, a Rolls-Royce parked.
Mao Jiawei got out of the car, taking only one bodyguard with him. He strode into the Red Sleeve Building and came face to face with a beautiful receptionist.
"Two gentlemen, what are you doing at the Red Sleeve Building?"
"Inform Zhao Qingmei that the young master Mao Jiawei of the Mao family is here to visit, and ask her to put down what she is doing and come to see me as soon as possible."
After saying that, Mao Jiawei went upstairs alone.
The receptionist was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward to meet her. Before she could speak, Mao Jiawei's bodyguard grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her away.
"ah!"
The young lady screamed, drew a parabola in the sky, and fell down; everyone in the lobby was so frightened that they even closed their eyes.
But the tragic scene did not happen, because the young lady was caught by someone and landed firmly on the ground.
"Go and report."
Ye Fan spoke.
The young lady was in shock. After thanking her, she immediately ran to call to inform her.
"Huh?"
The bodyguard glanced at Ye Fan one more time, didn't pay much attention, and followed Mao Jiawei into the elevator.
Ye Fan sneered: "Interesting."
He took the special elevator to the top floor of the building faster, met with Zhao Qingmei, and then came to the reception room as Zhao Qingmei's bodyguard.
At the right time, Mao Jiawei also arrived.
When he saw Zhao Qingmei for the first time, Mao Jiawei's eyes lit up and his heart palpitated.
First of all, Zhao Qingmei's appearance is unparalleled and she is considered a great beauty; in addition, as she is in a high position, she has an air of nobility mixed with the majesty of a superior.
Mao Jiawei has always been pretentious, so women like Zhao Qingmei have a strong attraction to him, and he wants to conquer and satisfy his psychological pleasure.
"The richest man Zhao, when I saw him today, he was extraordinary."
Mao Jiawei sat down unceremoniously and said proudly: "I guess you already know my identity. I am the young master of the Mao family and one of the people in power in the Mao family."
"Then what?"
Zhao Qingmei also sat down and remained calm.
Mao Jiawei said: "You should also know why I am here. Hongxiu and other three major groups have joined forces to suppress our Mao family Juding Group. Is it the suggestion of you, the richest man?"