I guess Jin Zhengqing wouldn't refuse this small favor.
"Don't worry, I guarantee that he will arrive on time. If he doesn't arrive, you can whip me any way you want." Jiang Zhihao said.
"Okay, there's so much nonsense, it's like you have so much ability to do a little thing." After Zhong Wenxing said that, he turned around and left without even saying goodbye.
Jiang Zhihao laughed and shook his head slightly, not paying much attention.
Then, he went back and found Wang Wencheng, the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and told him about the matter.
Originally, the Painting and Calligraphy Association did have the habit of holding internal events the day after the competition, but Jiang Zhihao spoke up, and everyone noticed his relationship with Jin Zhengqing.
Especially when Jiang Zhihao said that he would invite Jin Zhengqing there tomorrow. Even if it was to please Mr. Jin, Wang Wencheng would not refuse.
He promised immediately that he would bring all the elites of the association with him tomorrow, ensuring that he would give them enough face.
After agreeing on this matter, Jiang Zhihao was satisfied.
During dinner in the evening, Zhong Jiawei did not go. Firstly, she was preparing to open the store and had a lot of things to do. Secondly, she was not familiar with those people, so she didn't know what to say.
If she didn't go, Jiang Zhihao didn't have much to think about. He stayed in the hotel for an hour and then went home.
Although he only stayed for a short time, the whole meal process still made many people see Jiang Zhihao's status.
No matter people like Jin Zhengqing, Nanmen Jiasheng or Tao Guoan, they were all very polite to Jiang Zhihao and regarded him as the center point.
Especially Tao Guoan, who relied on Jiang Zhihao to win the game today, but he was extremely happy. As he spoke, he already looked at Jiang Zhihao with admiration, and his intention to win over him was self-evident.
That is to say, Jiang Zhihao's ambition is not here. Otherwise, if he drinks two more glasses of wine, Tao Guoan will be willing to give him a director position even if he wants it.
After returning home, Zhong Jiawei was busy sorting out the items for wholesale.
She still gave up the idea of starting an advertising company and chose the fruit fishing that Jiang Zhihao had done before as the opening. Although Jiang Zhihao felt a little regretful about this, he didn't care too much.
Anyway, no matter what Zhong Jiawei wants to do, he is confident that he can help.
As for the advertising agency, we can just leave it to Zhong Jiaxi.
"Have you met my dad? He didn't say anything unpleasant to you, right?" Zhong Jiawei asked with a worried look on her face.
"I didn't say anything, and I believe that after tomorrow, your father's attitude towards me will also improve." Jiang Zhihao said with a smile: "Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, maybe the relationship between our family can be reconciled.
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"Really?" Zhong Jiawei looked at him and sighed after a while: "Don't put too much pressure on me. I will tell my parents, so there is no need to force yourself."
In Zhong Jiawei's opinion, her husband has always done it for his own sake and never got angry no matter how unpleasant his parents said.
The more indifferent Jiang Zhihao acted, the more she felt sorry for him.
Jiang Zhihao held her in his arms, kissed her forehead gently, and said softly: "You are overthinking it. I just want to thank them for raising such a good wife for me. This is more important than anything else. Just for this point,
I also want to be good to them."
Zhong Jiawei was so moved that she hugged her husband and refused to let go, turning into a clingy kitten.
In Jiang Zhihao's heart, he was also excited about it, and even a little bit looking forward to tomorrow coming soon.
He believes that what happens tomorrow will definitely surprise Zhong Wenxing!