"Zongjin, do you have any questions?" Old Master Jiang asked Jiang Zongnan for his opinion, then turned around and asked Jiang Zongjin.
Jiang Zongnan had just returned from the company, dressed in a suit and tie. In addition, the Jiang family's personal connections had basically been entrusted to him to manage over the years. He dealt with prominent people in Beijing all year round, and he had developed a serious and elegant sense of dignity.
The aura he possesses is actually the same as that of Ye Wangchuan, Qin Si and others. It is the kind of difference that only people who have been in high positions for many years have, which is different from ordinary people.
Compared with him.
Jiang Zongjim is more like one of the millions of ordinary people in Beijing. He dresses simply and does not pay attention to brand names. His dressing style is not that formal. He wears an ordinary casual jacket with a sports shirt underneath. His temperament is not as outstanding as Jiang Zongnan.
He also wore glasses, which further suppressed his sharpness and gave him a strong scholarly air.
You can tell at first glance that he isn't that type of successful person.
No one has that style.
But compared to Jiang Zongnan, Jiang Zongjin lived a more ordinary and real life. When Mr. Jiang asked him, he hesitated for a moment, then pursed his lips, not looking at Tang Wanru's fierce gaze, and nodded: "Dad, I have no problem either."
"Okay." Mr. Jiang asked the two brothers for their opinions, then retracted his gaze and told the nurse beside him to get him a glass of water. He said calmly, "Since no one has any objection, I will continue."
Mr. Jiang then divided up all of the Jiang family’s shares and real estate.
This division was undoubtedly a loss for Tang Wanru, because Jiang Zongjim had not been in charge for many years. All these things were handed over to their family to manage, and he didn't even ask for dividends every year.
Dividing it out now is equivalent to giving it away for free.
But Jiang Zongnan had no objection at all. Even though she was extremely angry, she had no choice but to endure it and wait for Grandpa Jiang to divide up all the family property.
Tang Wanru's face turned green.
I couldn't utter a word.
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At the same time, in the Peony Hall on the third floor of the Imperial Palace, the president of Tsinghua University and others from the Ministry of Culture booked the banquet hall. The guests were toasting each other at the dinner table and having a great time.
Ye Wangchuan did not sit in the main seat today. He gave it to Liang Conglin and chose to sit in a seat to the left of Liang Conglin.
Perhaps it was because he drank some wine, his handsome face was now flushed with a layer of bright red, a thin blush like the red clouds in the sky, dazzling and eye-catching.
It really is true.
Between the color of the sky and the color of the water, Ye Wangchuan is the third most beautiful in Beijing!
However, no matter how handsome he was, few people at the banquet had the courage to appreciate his beauty. Basically, everyone tried not to look in his direction, for fear of offending this gentleman.
Fortunately, Ye Wangchuan seemed very easy to talk to today.
People from the Ministry of Culture took the lead in toasting him, and he did not refuse and drank a few glasses out of respect.
In addition, several professors from Tsinghua University were not very familiar with his identity. Seeing the people from the Ministry of Culture toasting Ye Wangchuan, they were happy to chat and also toasted Ye Wangchuan.
Back and forth.
Ye Wangchuan drank at least half a catty of white wine at the dinner table.
An ordinary person would have been drunk after drinking half a pound of liquor, but he was fine. He just unbuttoned a button of his shirt, rolled up his sleeves to cool down, and leaned back in the chair. His eyes were dark and deep, and there was no sign that he was drunk.
But when someone came to toast him again, he looked lazy and didn't continue to drink...
Liang Conglin drank with the people from the Ministry of Culture again. He turned around and saw the man sitting there looking at his phone. He found a gap and asked him carefully, "Young Master Ye, are you okay?"
(End of this chapter)