bayedsolid Chapter 220 Balcony Scandal
Chapter 220 Balcony Scandal
"The Zhou family has changed. Does President Ling know?"
The warm autumn sun falls on the retro Chinese courtyard, and rows of green bamboo form a natural barrier, separating the view between the tables.
Openness with secrecy.
Ling Jibai was wearing a white shirt and had taken off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of a chair. He was leaning lazily and idly, with a cigarette between his fingertips, the smoke disappearing in the sunlight.
"I heard about it," Ling Jibai raised his hand and tapped the ash from his cigarette, his tone indifferent, as if he didn't care about Shen Xunzhou and his group.
"This son raised by the Zhou family is considered useless. He played with flowers when he was young, but when it came to fighting for the family property, he was not even as good as a girl. It's a pity that the Zhou family has such a huge property."
Ling Jibai paused for a moment while raising his hand to smoke, and cast his gaze on the person opposite him through the mottled shadows of the trees. He chuckled and said, "If it's a girl, then it's over?"
The boss on the other side thought that Ling Jibai had misunderstood, and shook his head repeatedly: "I'm not favoring boys over girls, it's just that this girl has to get married after all!"
"It's good if she marries well, but it's bad if she marries badly..." The man stopped talking abruptly, thinking of the one in the Ling family who married badly, and waved his hands repeatedly: "Boss Ling, I just sighed casually, I didn't mean anything."
Ling Jibai reached out and tapped the ashtray with his hand, saying with a fake smile: "I understand."
"I'm just curious, if your mother had been determined not to get married, I wonder if Mr. Wu would still exist."
The other party choked.
What did he say to offend the other party?
"Boss Ling, I........."
"Yang Chuan, take Mr. Wu back," Yang Chuan, who was waiting not far away, heard the boss calling and came forward and made a gesture of invitation.
"Mr. Ling........."
Seeing that the man was still trying to struggle, Yang Chuan reached out and pressed his shoulder, and gently advised: "Boss Wu, our Boss Ling is not in the mood to talk about things today. If you go up to him, it will bring bad luck. Let's make an appointment another day!"
Yang Chuan turned around and saw Ling Jibai leaning back in a chair with his eyes closed.
The cigarette at your fingertips cannot be extinguished.
"What is Ling Ci doing recently?"
Yang Chuan: "He said he has been taking his child to do rehabilitation."
Ling Jibai did not move: "The man surnamed Song has recently arrived in Nanyang. Find someone to watch Ling Ci and don't let them meet."
Yang Chuan made a statement.
He looked at Ling Jibai hesitantly.
"Is something wrong?"
"Miss Wen is here too. I just saw her car."
The last time Wen Jin ran into someone, he was the one who handled the aftermath. He kept coming and going and memorized her license plate.
The black E-Class Mercedes-Benz is particularly eye-catching among the high-end clubs in Nanyang.
Looks rubbish!
Only Wen Jin could be so carefree as to place his patched-up little car among a bunch of Maybachs, Bentleys and Rolls-Royces.
"Invite her over for a cup of tea, if she wants to chat about something, forget it."
............
On this day, Wen Jin invited several evaluation experts to evaluate the factory he had acquired.
Since there are already signs, she cannot fight an unprepared battle.
You should always know how valuable what you have is.
I just got back from the factory in the morning and we made an appointment to have lunch together at noon.
Six people opened a small package, drank some wine, and were chatting while waiting for the car to arrive.
Unexpectedly, the car didn't come, but Yang Chuan came instead.
"Boss Wen, Boss Ling is next door and would like to invite you to have a chat."
Wen Jin frowned and glanced at the people in the box.
The other party had met Yang Chuan, so he naturally knew who Mr. Ling he was talking about.
Ling Jibai was not someone they could reach, so he waved his hands repeatedly to signal Wen Jin to go and do his work, and they should just wait for the bus.
Wen Jin glanced at Lin Xiao and told her to make sure everyone was settled before leaving the box.
We walked along the corridor into a private room, opened the glass door of the balcony and headed straight to the courtyard.
The antiseptic wooden balcony is old and creaks a bit when you step on it.
Ling Jibai held an stubbed cigarette between his fingers, leaning back in his chair, his face tilted up and his eyes closed, facing the sun.
The warm sun shone on him, as if the noise and restlessness of the world had nothing to do with him.
Wen Jin pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down, adjusting his posture and half leaning on the chair, wanting the sun to dry the smell of alcohol off his body.
Yang Chuan looked at it from afar and was a little shocked for a moment.
It is difficult to describe this situation in words.
Ling Jibai and Wen Jin are very similar people. One is a nobleman who was forced into a high position at a young age and had to develop all kinds of skills; the other is a rich lady who had no one to rely on and had to stand up after surviving a disaster.
In addition to being a human, he is covered with an exquisite appearance and is known as Mr. Ling and Mr. Wen by everyone.
Behind the scenes, the skin is torn open, revealing the fatigue and helplessness inside.
Yang Chuan couldn't help but took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the scene, and then stepped out to give the space to the two of them.
........Half an hour later........
Ling Jibai slowly opened his eyes and threw the extinguished cigarette in the ashtray.
Invite Yang Chuan to serve tea.
Wen Jin heard the noise and glanced at Ling Jibai with narrowed eyes.
The other party handed over a cup of white tea.
In the glass, the tea leaves rose and fell, as turbulent as her emotions at the moment.
It had been a long time since she had slept so lazily under the sun, from her previous life to this life.
These long and tormenting years were made to explode by the sun.
"Did you sleep well?" Ling Jibai asked her in a hoarse voice while drinking tea.
"Not bad," Wen Jin nodded, supporting his head and rubbing his temple.
"Boss Ling is free today?"
Ling Jibai responded directly: "I'm not idle, I'm tired."
"I just want to find a secluded place to take a nap."
Wen Jin asked, "Then why did President Ling ask me to come?"
"I wanted to talk to you, but seeing that you were in trouble, I kept silent."
Wen Jin smiled and sipped his tea intermittently.
Ling Jibai put down his cup, took out a business card from his suit pocket and handed it to her. Wen Jin took it and was a little confused when she saw the name on it.
"A pharmaceutical research company in H City is facing bankruptcy. I think you might be interested."
"What does Mr. Ling want from me?" If someone is too nice to her for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief. It is impossible for a man like Ling Jibai to help her get married for no reason.
"No," Ling Jibai stared at her, "It wasn't something I paid special attention to. We met at a dinner party and exchanged business cards. I just passed it on."
"Thank you, Mr. Ling." Wen Jin accepted it generously. No one would refuse benefits that come to their doorstep.
...........
Ling Jibai had a meeting in the company this afternoon. As the time was approaching and he had not shown up yet, the bosses were quite anxious and urged Yang Chuan to do so. Yang Chuan explained a few words.
There was really no other way, so I sent a picture.
Under the sun, Ling Jibai was resting with his eyes closed, and at the end he asked the bosses, "Who dares to go up and shout?"