As Jiang Zhihao said, although Meng Yalan had a lot of dissatisfaction with Wu Gaojie, this man was really good to her.
Not to mention obeying her orders, at least he respects and obeys her far more than other families around him.
Because of this, Meng Yalan only had affairs and never thought about divorce.
After being in a daze for a long time, Meng Yalan drove away, but his mood was completely different when he came and when he left.
The hatred towards Jiang Zhihao from the very beginning has now been combined with some inexplicable fear.
At this time, Jiang Zhihao had already entered the company's office building.
The Meng family still manages the building very well. The elevator must have an employee card to open it, so Jiang Zhihao can only go to the front desk to register first.
"Please call Meng Zongguang and tell him that we need to discuss the 16.3 million yuan financial management last month." Jiang Zhihao said.
The customer service staff at the front desk glanced at him, then picked up the phone and dialed.
Meng Zongguang and Meng Shufeng were contemporaries, and they were deeply trusted by Meng Zhenzhong. When the old man was in frail health a few years ago, Meng Zhenzhong took the opportunity to promote him to the head of the financial department.
Meng Shufeng's quarterly dividends are the responsibility of Meng Zongguang. He will pay them if he wants to, and he won't pay if he doesn't.
Meng Zongguang, who was in the office with his legs crossed, humming a song and enjoying a massage from a beautiful female secretary, picked up the phone on the table.
"Mr. Meng, there is a man named Jiang Zhihao who wants to discuss with you about the 16.3 million yuan financial management last month. Do you want him to come up?" the customer service asked.
"What financial management? I don't need it, tell him to get lost!" Meng Zongguang was very unhappy that his emotional communication was interrupted. When he was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly froze.
16.3 million? This number is so familiar!
After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly started sweating on his forehead and quickly said to the phone: "Who did you just say was coming to see me?"
"A man named Jiang Zhihao." the customer service replied.
Meng Zongguang subconsciously clenched the phone and said in a deep voice: "Let him come up!"
After hanging up the phone, Meng Zongguang looked gloomy and said nothing. The secretary behind him stroked his chest and said delicately: "Mr. Meng, why didn't you say anything? Is it because I didn't do enough?"
Meng Zongguang took her hand away impatiently and said: "Get out!"
"Mr. Meng..."
"I'll tell you, don't you understand?" Meng Zongguang's tone suddenly rose a few steps.
The female secretary was startled and quickly left from behind him.
Not long after, Jiang Zhihao walked in. Meng Zongguang sat behind his desk and looked at him, his face still gloomy.
"Are you my sister's son?" Meng Zongguang asked.
He still knew Jiang Zhihao's identity. After all, it involved the distribution of family property, and he was also responsible for this task.
"Yes." Jiang Zhihao nodded.
"What did you just say about 16.3 million for financial management?" Meng Zongguang asked again.