When did this nephew and son-in-law become so awesome? Even the second generation of top rich people are actively seeking investment from him?
Zhong Xuemei looked at Jiang Zhihao and then at Zhong Jiawei, but hesitated to speak.
Zhong Jiawei was not a fool. She naturally understood what San Gu wanted to say, so she smiled and said: "Zhihao helped them make some money before, so they became friends. They have a good relationship. If San Gu has anything to do in the future, it will be fine.
Ask them for help."
Although she doesn't like to use other people's influence to show off, what Zhong Xuemei said before has always made Zhong Jiawei feel uncomfortable.
Now that there is an opportunity for change, it is natural to take advantage of it.
The expression on Zhong Xuemei's face was very strange. She didn't know whether she should smile and say yes or what to do. Anyway, she was laughing very uncomfortable. At this time, Miao Yunfeng suddenly pulled her and said: "By the way, you
Didn't you say you want to buy curtains? If you don't go there, the store will be closed."
"Buy curtains?" Zhong Xuemei was stunned for a moment, then saw her husband's expression and understood. She nodded quickly and said: "Yes, buy curtains. If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten about it. What about that, Weiwei, what are we still doing?"
If you have anything to do, leave now and come back to cheer you up next time."
After saying that, Zhong Xuemei looked at Jiang Zhihao again, hesitated slightly, and said: "Zhihao... we have to leave beforehand."
Jiang Zhihao was not as uncomfortable as them. He smiled and said, "Then I won't send you off. Junda, ask your people to move the car, otherwise Sangu's car won't be able to get out."
"Okay, okay, I'll have someone move it right away. Don't eat anything, come out and move your car! Don't you all have any sense of ethics? Park your car in the middle of the road, it's so stupid!" Tan Junda shouted into the store.
A group of rich second-generation people who were eating fruit quickly ran out and started moving their cars.
The roar of the engines of various supercars was deafening, attracting the attention of countless people on the roadside.
Many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures and talked about it, curiously looking at the newly opened fruit shop.
Seeing this posture, Zhong Xuemei and Miao Yunfeng looked even weirder, and without saying anything, they quickly got in the car and left.
When he saw from the rearview mirror that the second-generation rich people parked their cars on the side, then got off and returned to the store, Miao Yunfeng couldn't help it anymore and said: "When did you, my nephew and son-in-law, become like this?"
It’s amazing, even the sons of Tan Mingyuan and Tao Feizhou are friends with him.”
"How did I know!" Zhong Xuemei said angrily: "Didn't Weiwei say that Jiang Zhihao helped them make money, so they became friends."
Miao Yunfeng shook his head when he heard this: "I don't know how much money I made to have this group of rich second-generation people treat him like this. I never heard your second brother say that."
"I guess the second brother and the others don't know it themselves. It's not like you haven't met them before. You have always hated this son-in-law. Some time ago, I heard that the second sister-in-law wanted Weiwei to divorce and find another one."
"If my second sister-in-law knew that my son-in-law was so promising, I wonder if she would regret it."
The two of them discussed and left here. They didn't know exactly what Jiang Zhihao had done, but they were sure of one thing. This nephew and son-in-law was completely different from what they remembered.
At this time, at the door of the store, Zhong Jiawei looked at Jiang Zhihao and whispered: "I'm sorry, what Third Aunt said just now may be a bit..."
"It's okay. Didn't I tell you that these things will gradually improve in the future." Jiang Zhihao smiled and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go to the store first. There may be customers coming."
Before he finished speaking, several beautiful young girls looked at the supercars on the side of the road with envy and at the same time looked at the rich second generation.
Tan Junda ran over and asked proactively: "You beauties, what do you want to eat? Our fruit dumpling is particularly delicious, absolutely authentic! Do you know the fruit dumpling on the pedestrian street? It is spread from here!"