[It is very likely that Dongchuan lost hundreds of millions of yuan because of this incident, and the passenger flow dropped sharply. Nanyun made the most profit, and it was obviously him]
[It was just luck that nothing happened that time. Mr. Wu really disregarded human life for business competition]
[Boycott the Southern Movement]
[Boycott the Southern Movement +1]
Wu Junyuan was almost fainted with anger. After much hard work, he finally helped Dongchuan.
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In Baoyan Building, after five days of dressing changes, the wound on Wen Qiao's head has healed a lot and no longer needs gauze.
Although it was winter, it was difficult not to wash her hair for a few days, so she could only wear a baseball cap and dress in a relatively casual street style.
Standing next to Fu Nanli, who is wearing an iron-gray long coat, the age difference is very obvious.
The first time Ji Xianzheng saw them, he couldn't help but say, "They look like an uncle and a niece."
Fu Nanli's face darkened instantly.
Ji Xianzheng quickly said, "I was just joking, but you took it seriously."
He didn't know how nervous his cousin was about this relationship. A joke was enough to make this usually calm man lose his composure in an instant.
Fu Nanli turned to look at Wen Qiao. She was wearing a beige short down jacket with a hooded sweatshirt underneath, black sports trousers with white vertical stripes on the sides, a pair of dad shoes on her feet, and a light pink baseball cap on her head.
Without makeup, she looks a bit childish.
Like a high school student who has not yet grown out of his childishness.
Ji Xianzheng walked up to Wen Qiao and asked with concern: "Is the wound on your head better?"
Wen Qiao held the back of the chair and said, "Well, it's scabbing over. There's no need to change the medicine. The doctor said it can be wetted in two days."
"Well, that's good. Today's banquet is just to entertain you. I haven't thanked you properly yet."
Wen Qiao waved his hand: "It's just a small favor, no need to thank me."
Several people at the table were senior executives of Dongchuan Aviation Industry and Ji Xianzheng's secretary Sun Qi. They toasted Wen Qiao one by one. Of course, Wen Qiao drank fruit juice.
Only Sun Qi was indifferent and did not try to please Wen Qiao like those executives.
Wen Qiao noticed that the man next to him was not in a very good mood, so he leaned over and whispered, "You haven't recovered from the shock you had before? Do you want to see a psychiatrist?"
She knew that survivors of air crashes usually needed psychological counseling.
What's more, Fu Nanli and the others were in the cockpit, facing the risks. No matter how strong a person is, his psychological endurance would be limited.
Fu Nanli held her hand: "It's okay."
The most frightening moment for him was seeing her bleeding on the ground. The plane crash did not leave any shadow in his heart. The past is the past.
During the meal, Wen Qiao heard nothing but compliments from airline executives.
They saved another child on the plane, and she is Mr. Fu’s girlfriend, so they must compliment the girl well.
Wen Qiao was so flattered by the praises from the crowd that he felt uncomfortable. Fu Nanli said with a sigh, "Let's eat."
After dinner, a group of executives surrounded the two young masters and Wen Qiao and walked out together.
Wu Junyuan felt that this was a bad fate.
The last time he met Master Ji, he was very happy;
But this time, when he saw Ji Xianzheng, his eyes went dark. It was true that enemies always meet.
In the narrow aisle, the two parties met each other.
Ji Xianzheng put one hand in his pocket, lowered his eyelids and glanced at the person in front of him: "Mr. Wu."
Wu Junyuan gritted his teeth and greeted him with a smile: "Boss Ji, long time no see."
"Mr. Wu wants to see me?"
Wu Junyuan's smile was a little stiff: "We are all traveling together, so we will meet each other sooner or later."
(End of this chapter)