"Your brother-in-law not only knows the general manager of Yuye Hotel, he even knows the former vice president of the National Association of Calligraphy and Painting! It's amazing!" Zhong Wenxing also said a little excitedly: "Last time, it was your brother-in-law who helped me in the workplace.
I was so popular that I got a lot of extra bonuses at the end of the month.”
Zhong Wenxing had been holding back this matter all this time, which made him feel very uncomfortable. Now that he finally got the chance to say it, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt even more excited.
My son-in-law is actually so capable, and he will be able to hold his head high when going out in the future.
Shao Hailan stood by and listened with surprise on her face. She knew that Zhong Wenxing received an extra bonus at the end of the month because she kept the bankbook.
But why haven’t you heard of the work unit being in the limelight?
After she took the initiative to inquire, Zhong Wenxing told what happened last time when Jin Zhengqing and others came. Shao Hailan was surprised when he heard this.
Although she does not understand calligraphy and painting, and does not like calligraphy and painting, the former vice president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association is not a simple person. How did Jiang Zhihao get to know this guy?
"It was purely a coincidence. I happened to have a painting in my hand. Mr. Jin liked it very much, so I sold it to him." Jiang Zhihao replied.
When Shao Hailan heard this, he immediately curled his lips and said: "So you young people just don't understand the world. Since he is such a powerful person, why don't you just give the painting to him and sell it to others?"
Jiang Zhihao didn't say anything. The authentic "The Emperor Ming Meets Zhang Guo" was worth tens of millions, so how could he give it to someone else? But he wouldn't say this to Shao Hailan. There was no need.
At this time, Zhong Jiawei said from the side: "Dad, Mom, if there is nothing else, we will leave first."
"Oh, okay, you go back first, drive slowly on the road and pay attention to safety." Zhong Wenxing warned.
Jiang Zhihao glanced at Zhong Jiawei and saw that his wife's expression was not very autonomous, so he said nothing more, said goodbye to Zhong Wenxing and his family, and drove away.
After the car window was closed and a few hundred meters away, Jiang Zhihao asked: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing..." Zhong Jiawei shook her head and denied. She actually wanted to tell Jiang Zhihao what Shao Hailan said, but she hesitated and thought it was better not to say it. Such words sounded too hurtful, even if
I don't mean it, but it can easily affect the relationship between my husband and mother.
Jiang Zhihao couldn't see anything strange about her, but Zhong Jiawei denied it, so he didn't ask any more questions.
At this time, Zhong Jiawei's cell phone rang. She picked it up and looked at it. It was an unfamiliar number.
After it was connected, a somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from inside: "Xiao Weiwei, guess who I am!"
Zhong Jiawei was stunned for a moment. She vaguely remembered the voice, but couldn't remember it, so she had to ask: "Who are you?"
"Oh, I've only been away for a few years, and you've forgotten me. It's true!" The female voice on the phone made a dissatisfied voice and said, "I'm Zhao Nianrong! Do you remember?"
As soon as she heard the name, Zhong Jiawei immediately remembered it and made a surprised voice: "Nianrong, it's you! How did you know my number?"