Regardless of whether Tan Junda wants it or not, he is Tan Mingyuan's son and has not run away.
"Okay, as long as you can get the professional equipment I want, I will join your company! But let's agree first that the basic salary of 50,000 yuan a month must not be less!" Yue Wenming said.
"It's easy to talk about money. We lack everything except money!" Zhong Jiaxi said with excitement.
With the addition of this master of animation graphics, the company will become more competitive in the professional field, and he is confident of winning more advertising cooperation.
On the other side, Zhu Meizhen was asking Shao Anlan: "What does your brother-in-law do? How do you know so many people?"
From the rich second generation like Tan Junda to the rich generation like Ji Zimo, the connections Jiang Zhihao has shown these days are really shocking.
Zhu Meizhen knows very well that although her father, Zhu Lengzhi, is well-known in the jewelry industry and has a wide network of friends, your own level and the friends around you are at most at this level, and they will not be too far apart.
Therefore, Zhu Lengzhi cannot make friends with people of Ji Zimo's level.
If someone is of a higher level than you, they won't bother to play with you, just like a ten-year-old child will never be happy to play with a three- or five-year-old child.
"I'm not very sure. I heard my dad say before that he didn't have a job and was just wandering around." Shao Anlan said.
Zhu Meizhen curled her lips and said: "I think your dad is just hearing about it and doesn't know anything. He is wandering around, maybe talking about business and expanding interpersonal relationships. As a result, he says he is like a homeless person."
"I think so too. My dad is going to come back in two days. I need to talk to him properly then. Don't just listen to the wind and rain all day long. If you don't investigate, you have no right to speak. Don't you understand!"
After about forty or fifty minutes, Jiang Zhihao began to serve food outside.
Ding Jiapeng and his secretary were both shocked to see Ji Zimo holding a plate of food in each hand. Although his expression was a bit ferocious due to being burned, he still held back and brought it over.
As a billionaire, let alone serving dishes, I have almost forgotten what a kitchen looks like.
Now that Ji Zimo is so pleased with Jiang Zhihao, Ding Jiapeng can't help but shrink his head.
It seems that I am not motivated, and it is the right choice to take the initiative to come to Jiang Zhihao to apologize. Otherwise, if I have this attitude towards the chairman, whoever offends Jiang Zhihao will be left with nothing to eat.
"It's all commonplace. If there are any shortcomings, please forgive me." Jiang Zhihao said politely.
Shao Anlan ran to the dining table, reached out and pinched a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it into his mouth. Then he exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Oh my God! It's so delicious! Brother-in-law, your cooking skills are too good. I
I’ve never had such delicious sweet and sour pork ribs!”
"Is it that exaggerated?" Zhu Meizhen came over curiously and took a piece, then her eyes suddenly lit up.
The taste... is amazing!
Growing up, Zhu Meizhen had eaten countless delicacies from both mountains and seas. Not to mention five-star hotels, she often went to the seven-star Burj Al Arab Hotel in Dubai.