Jiang Ping glanced at Yun Chuan cautiously in fear, and found that Yun Chuan was too lazy to pay attention to his son's words, and there was no anger on his face, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stammered: "Master Yun...Yun, I...I will definitely punish the traitor when I go back. He...he has been spoiled by his mother since he was a child.
I..." "Okay, I'm not interested in your family affairs. As long as your son doesn't mess with me and my friends, I won't do anything to him."
Yun Chuan waved his hand impatiently and interrupted Jiang Ping's words. Jiang Jian actually had no direct conflict with him, it just happened to be related to Zhu Haiwen's matter, so naturally he was too lazy to care about anything.
Yunchuan then said calmly: "I came to your box to help my friend handle something. Since you know me, it will be easier to handle."
He couldn't help but feel dumbfounded for a while. Jiang Ping's series of actions could be regarded as a low profile of "being a grandson" in front of him, and he also called him "Master Yun" like a magician.
This first shocked Qiu Wanqing, Huang Bo and others present. Now they slowly regained their emotions and began to accept this style of painting, but the latter and others looked at it with strange expressions.
By myself.
However, Yunchuan did not expect that Jiang Ping would be in such exaggerated awe of him. It seemed that his killing on the Huangyuan Island arena had already established enough majesty in front of many people in Jiangzhou.
"Help a friend deal with something?"
Jiang Ping was stunned and didn't think much about it. He hurriedly said: "Master Yun, no matter what you ask, as long as I, Jiang, can do it, I am willing to go through fire and water for you and do my best to do it well!"
Yun Chuan nodded and said nothing more.
He turned his head to Sun Li, the general manager of the hotel, and ordered: "Go ahead and bring the father and daughter over here."
"Okay, Mr. Yun."
Sun Li nodded respectfully, then turned and walked out of the box.
Before entering the box here, Yunchuan arranged for Zhu Haiwen and Zhu Lanlan to wait in the box next door.
After all, Zhu Lanlan is still a young child. If something bad happens here, it is inconvenient for her to see it, so as to avoid the psychological shadow of the latter.
Soon.
Sun Li returned to this box with Zhu Haiwen, who was holding Zhu Lanlan in his arms.
"Mother!"
As soon as she walked in, Zhu Lanlan's big black eyes flashed, she hurriedly broke out of Zhu Haiwen's arms and trotted towards the pretty woman in the box.
"Lanlan!"
Zhao Mengyue's body couldn't help but trembled, her pretty face looked stunned for a moment, but she quickly squatted down and hugged her daughter who rushed over, and for a moment she cried with excitement.
Saw this scene.
After understanding the situation, Yunchuan, Qiu Wanqing, and Huang Bo couldn't help but smile.
Liu Yongfeng, Huang Dabiao and many others felt a little surprised as their eyes changed.
As for He Yan and Jiang Jian, mother and son, their faces were originally red and swollen, and their expressions became even more ugly.
Another middle-aged couple, Zhao Mengyue's parents, who were elegantly dressed, had a somewhat complicated look in their eyes, with guilt, intolerance, helplessness, and joy... "Master Yun, what is this?"
Seeing his soon-to-be daughter-in-law hugging the child she had with another man, Jiang Ping's expression was a little unnatural, but he didn't dare to say any more words in front of Yunchuan, and could only ask respectfully with a forced smile.
"This is what I want to help my friend deal with."
Yun Chuan smiled lightly, patted Zhu Haiwen who was a little worried next to him, and signaled the latter not to be so nervous. He said to Jiang Ping: "His family has been torn apart by you. I think you should also know, my friend.
Although the marriage did not actually take place, he and his wife already have a daughter."
"Now your son wants to win someone's love and use his wealth to get my friend's wife to marry him. How do you think we should solve this problem?"
At the end of the sentence, Yunchuan's voice completely cooled down, and his tone became unquestionable and a little more domineering.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding, this must be a misunderstanding!"
Jiang Ping had a look of panic on his face, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he trembled and said quickly: "Master Yun... Master Yun, this bastard son of mine will never marry Miss Zhao, and he will never dare to destroy it.
Your friend’s happy family, I promise!”
His son Jiang Jianhui married Zhao Mengyue, a woman who had already given birth to a child. In fact, he was the one who facilitated it because he had his own conspiracy.
He wanted to use the marriage to allow his Jiang Group to smoothly annex Zhao Mengyue's father's company at a low price.
But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Now that he knew that Zhao Mengyue's husband was actually Yunchuan's friend, even if he borrowed ten thousand courages, he wouldn't dare to have any evil intentions.
Hearing Jiang Ping's words.
Yun Chuan nodded, very satisfied with Jiang Ping's statement.
Zhu Haiwen, who was next to him, was very excited. He glanced at Yun Chuan, his eyes filled with gratitude.
Qiu Wanqing and Huang Bo also looked happy, and were really happy for Zhu Haiwen.
Zhao Mengyue, who was holding Zhu Lanlan in her arms, was also excited and her face was glowing, changing from her previous mental state of a zombie.
"Lao Jiang, what do you mean?"
At this time, Zhao Mengyue's father, Zhao Wen, a middle-aged man with glasses and a gentle face, stepped forward and asked hurriedly: "If you don't let your son marry my daughter, what will you do if we can't get married?"
Will the Zhao Group inject capital?”
Zhao Mengyue's mother, Li Na, also looked at Jiang Ping nervously, fearing that the latter would go back on his word.
The Zhao Group, which the couple had worked hard for their whole lives, is now in crisis. Without the help of the Jiang Group, it is very likely to go bankrupt. Such a result cannot be accepted by either of them.
Precisely because they could not accept such a result, the couple endured their guilt and ruthlessly married Zhao Mengyue, who already had a happy family, to a playboy like Jiang Jian.
"Don't worry, Lao Zhao."
Jiang Ping nodded and promised without hesitation: "I will still inject capital into your Zhao Group, and I also plan to sign a contract with equal terms directly with the Zhao Group and launch in-depth business cooperation with you, so that I can fully help you."
Your Zhao Group can survive this difficult time."
As he said that, he suddenly moved his eyes to Zhu Haiwen, showed a kind smile, and then said: "Sir, I would like to apply for you to be the general manager of our company, with an annual salary of one million, specifically to represent the company and Zhao Group.
I wonder if you are willing to start cooperation?"
"I..." Hearing this, Zhu Haiwen's expression was dull and he was speechless for a moment. The huge happiness came so quickly that he almost fainted, and he couldn't react at all for a while.