So I submitted my resume to the job market and wanted to apply for a taxi driver position, but I was recruited by the chairman of a large company.
I couldn't believe it before, but now that I think about it, this may be normal.
People knew that he was Jiang Zhihao's father, so they went out of their way to curry favor with him.
Including Jiang Yucheng's admission, the reason why it was so easy is probably because of Jiang Zhihao's efforts.
All the incredible things are traceable.
But why does his eldest son have such ability? What has he done in the past ten years?
Thinking about it carefully, Jiang Rongjing suddenly realized that he didn't seem to understand Jiang Zhihao at all.
After not seeing each other for ten years, he only knew that his son was married and had children, and that he lived in a city called Rongcheng.
As for what he is doing now, how much money he has, and how successful he is, it is not clear at all. All impressions are just based on the old concepts from ten years ago.
When he opened the door and walked in, Jiang Rongjing's feeling was completely different when he saw the familiar room again.
A mansion worth more than five million!
He never thought in his life that he would be able to live in such an expensive house one day, five million, and he would never be able to earn so much money in his entire life!
Looking at the extremely luxurious decoration materials in the house, the last pride in Jiang Rongjing's heart faded away.
He already knew very well that he had nothing to be proud of in front of his eldest son. His achievements had long exceeded the limit that he could achieve in his life.
Thinking of this, Jiang Rongjing couldn't help but feel depressed.
When a father cannot compare with his son, it is inevitable to be discouraged. But when I think about being watched by people in the supermarket, I feel very proud.
Finally, Jiang Rongjing sat on the leather sofa and sighed heavily.
"never mind......"
A slightly depressed voice sounded in the room, but I didn't know whether he had the final say, whether he wanted to stop showing off to Jiang Zhihao, or something else.
A few days later, on the weekend, Zhong Jiawei took Lingling to the provincial capital to shoot a movie.
Jiang Yucheng was very excited, holding paper and pen, and asked Lingling to sign for him.
In the new school, Jiang Yucheng's way of integrating into the class was to tell everyone that Lingling was his little niece.
Now almost everyone in the provincial capital knows about this cute little girl, and those children around ten years old are even more supporters of Lingling.
Relying on Lingling's popularity, Jiang Yucheng quickly gained the right to speak in the class. Of course, the premise was to get his signature back in order to consolidate this "authority."
"Where's that brat? Why didn't you come together?" Jiang Rongjing asked.
"He has something to do and is out of town," Zhong Jiawei said.
Jiang Rongjing snorted and said nothing, but there was obvious disappointment in his eyes.
Zhong Jiawei saw it and quickly explained: "What he wants to do is related to you. The family that donated a kidney to you before did not live a very good life. Zhihao wants to go to that family to express condolences on your behalf.