At five o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Hao and Jun Ailan set off.
Tang Hao drove, and Jun Ailan sat in the passenger seat.
"If something happens later, just watch it. If I can handle it, don't interfere. If I can't handle it, then you will do it." Jun Ailan held a stack of information in her hand and kept talking.
Look through.
"Aunt Jun, is this project important tonight?" Tang Hao asked subconsciously when he saw Jun Ailan's solemn look.
"Yes, the contract tonight is related to the development of Junlan Group in the next ten years! I hope nothing will go wrong by then. As long as we get this land, there will be no problem." Jun Ailan said slowly.
Said slowly.
"Where?" Tang Hao was a little confused, "In Kyoto?"
Jun Ailan nodded and said: "This land is not only in Kyoto, but the location is also very good. Not only can this land bring huge benefits to Junlan, but the most important thing is to win this land."
The land shows the strength of Junlan, and the subsequent series of chain reactions will bring immeasurable derivative benefits to Junlan."
"The most fearful thing now is that the Zhao family will get involved. Although everyone knows the importance of this land, the only ones who dare to compete with us are the Zhao family." Jun Ailan was very worried.
Tang Hao smiled softly and said: "It's the Zhao family again, which is just right. If other families have to set up a rival, but it's still the Zhao family, then we will deal with him wholeheartedly."
Tang Hao had already made a calculation in his heart. The Zhao family could not take away this piece of land no matter what. The worst he could do was to take it first and then give it to Jun Ailan.
There is only one characteristic of the roads in Kyoto, and that is congestion. The place Tang Hao and the others are going to is a cafe in a busy area, and it is time to get off work, so the situation on the road can be imagined.
It's not that Jun Ailan doesn't want to go earlier, but it's useless to go early.
She made an appointment with the director of the Land Bureau, so she could only make an appointment with him when he was off work. Thinking that he had to go through this road when he came from get off work, the result was the same traffic jam, so Jun Ailan calculated the time.
This kind of road is a pain for Tang Hao. He never drives at a speed of less than a hundred yards, no matter whether it is a big road or a small road. Now if he is asked to drive a car that can't reach more than ten yards here, it will simply cost him his life.
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"Aunt Jun, the traffic in Kyoto is really a problem. If something happens, by the time the rescue forces arrive, the day lilies will be cold." Tang Hao complained.
"That's not true. Do you think those people wouldn't think of it? The air rescue center in Kyoto is very developed. Rescues on roads like this are all carried out by air." Jun Ailan chuckled.
"Kyoto is the center of the country. There is a large population here, and a large number of people go to Kyoto. The result is understandable. There are also a lot of unemployed people in Kyoto, and there are often unemployed vagrants wandering on the streets.
, but under the strong public security in Kyoto, everything here still seems to be just orderly, and many times, the Kyoto Police Department dispatches police officers by helicopter."
Tang Hao rolled his eyes, Kyoto is Kyoto, and the police are dispatched by helicopter. If it were placed elsewhere and the police were dispatched by helicopter, it would be a huge case.
"Aunt Jun, why don't we come down and go." Tang Hao really couldn't stand it anymore. He remembered a joke about a driver getting out of his car on the highway and killing a snail. Now, he was facing that kind of torture.
Jun Ailan smiled sweetly and said: "Do you think it's possible? I would like to ask you where you plan to park the car!"
Cars were coming one after another, and it was very difficult for Tang Hao to find an intersection to drive out.
"Hey!" Tang Hao sighed, "Move forward slowly. I will never drive again when I come to Kyoto. Even if I drive, I have to have a police car ahead to clear the way for me!"
Jun Ailan was speechless at Tang Hao's words.
"When the old man went out, there were police cars driving the way. Do you want to bring the old man's guards?" Jun Ailan said.
"This is a good idea!" Tang Hao said quickly.
"You can really do it. Are you able to use the old man's guards?" Jun Ailan slapped Tang Hao on the head.
"Hey, Aunt Jun, I have to tell Xiao Yanyan when I get back that you hit me!" Tang Hao smiled proudly.
Jun Ailan pretended to be angry and said: "You little rascal, you still dare to go back and file a complaint, let's see if I don't beat you to death today!"
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Facing the best mother-in-law, Tang Hao was defeated once again.
Jun Ailan didn't really want to hit him, she was just joking with him.
The more Jun Ailan looked at this capable son-in-law, the more she liked him.
There were probably not many people besides Tang Hao who were having such a fight with the mother-in-law. How could he meet such an excellent mother-in-law?
Normally, Jun Ailan always looks like a cold and strong queen outside. Although Jun Ailan's husband, Chen Dingshan, is very capable, he lacks courage and cannot suppress others.
Therefore, in the Chen family, Chen Dingshan often stood behind the scenes to make plans, while Jun Ailan stood at the front desk to implement them.
In the final analysis, Jun Ailan is just a woman, and it is very tiring to act like a strong queen all day long.
The appearance of Tang Hao gave Jun Ailan hope of relief. This son-in-law was too capable and there was no need for her, the mother-in-law, to continue to work hard.
That's why Jun Ailan behaves so playfully.
The two of them were talking and laughing along the way, and time passed very quickly. Before they knew it, they arrived at their destination.
"Aunt Jun, you go in first, I'll park the car and come back to you later!" Tang Hao looked at the coffee shop not far away, then looked at the cars on the road, turned around and said to Jun Ailan.
Jun Ailan looked at the time and said, "Okay, hurry up." (To be continued)