Jiang Mingyuan glanced at the troubled water not far away, and said to his son, "This is not money, but it contains money."
"How can there be money in it?" Xing Xing opened the card and couldn't find any gaps, so he became more suspicious.
"It's not that money is stored in it..." Because of the child's suspicion, Jiang Mingyuan had to explain to him in detail how the money was stored in this small card.
Xing Xing didn't understand half of what he heard, but he knew that his father didn't lie to him, so the little card that was not valued at first became his new love. Xing Xing stared at this card as if he saw the shadow of a new toy on it. After reading it, he returned the card to Cheng Huan: "Mom, hold it for me."
After going round and round, Cheng Huan finally got Gu Mingli's meeting gift for Xing Xing. He put away his bank card, promised to buy Xing Xing a new toy, and started chasing people away.
Xing Xing slept with his father for two nights, and he accepted sleeping with his father well. When he saw his mother reminding him, he consciously took his father's hand.
The father and son walked into the elevator, and Xingxing pulled him and whispered: "Dad, am I doing great today?"
Jiang Mingyuan lowered his head and looked at his son, remained silent for a while, and only hummed in a low voice when the elevator opened.
"Then let's not let mother know tomorrow!" The little guy clenched his fist and asked again, "When will that shiny one arrive?"
"The day after tomorrow."
"Did I give it to my mother?"
"No." Jiang Mingyuan glanced at his son, found a change of pajamas, and went in to fill the bathtub.
"Why?!" Xingxing followed in, stomping his feet and quitting: "I chose that one!"
Jiang Mingyuan stretched out his hand to test the water temperature, while dealing with his son: "Because I paid for it."
When it came to money, the little guy was very confident about it. He raised his hand, lay on his father's back, hugged his neck and snorted, "I have money too."
Jiang Mingyuan hummed, supported Xing Xing and hugged him aside, feeling that it was naive for him to be so serious with the child, so he let go and said, "Next time it will be your fault."
"But I like the shiny one."
"You can buy the same shiny one next time." Jiang Mingyuan suggested.
This idea was approved by Xing Xing, and the little guy thought about it for a while, so he stopped making trouble, obediently cooperated with his father to take off his clothes, and got into the bathtub filled with water.
Jiang Mingyuan's bathtub is big enough to swim in, but it won't drown people. Xingxing is fascinated by pinching the pepper chicken in the water, so the bathing time is postponed indefinitely. Jiang Mingyuan kept staring at the side, trying the water temperature from time to time, and felt that the water temperature was a little low, so he forcibly fished out the child, put him under the shower and washed it again, dried his body, put on his pajamas, and carried him out.
After taking a shower, Xing Xing still didn't want to sleep. She was rolled on the bed twice, and moved to the bedside to pick up a picture book from the cabinet to read. There is heating in the apartment, and she is not afraid of freezing in her pajamas. Jiang Mingyuan has nothing to worry about. Worried, I told him not to go out, so I found my clothes and went in to take a shower.
He took a shower very quickly. When he came out, Xing Xing was still asleep. The little guy was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with a picture book on his lap, laughing while reading.
Jiang Mingyuan dried his hair, walked over and lifted the quilt, and told him to come and sleep.
"Wait a while." Xingxing said with his head down, his eyes still fixed on the book, he turned two pages, and after reading what he wanted to know, he put the book aside contentedly, and rolled himself into the bed, Take the initiative to ask: "Dad, I don't want you to tell stories."
"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan is really not very good at telling stories, and he was relieved to hear that. He tucked in the quilt and patted it outside twice: "Go to sleep."
"Well, good night, Dad."
"Good night." Jiang Mingyuan kissed him lightly on the forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to the company with Dad tomorrow?"
The little guy closed his eyes and shook his head, clenched his hands into fists by his mouth, and soon fell asleep.
…
The next day, Jiang Mingyuan went to work alone again. Not long after arriving at the company, he received a call from Gu Mingli.
Gu Mingli sent the news for Jiang Xudong, saying that he was willing to go abroad to help him manage the shipping business.
Jiang Mingyuan was not surprised to hear that, he set a time for Jiang Xudong to come over, put down the phone, he contacted the lawyer again, and asked him to prepare the required materials.
The appointment with Jiang Xudong was at three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, and the other party came half an hour earlier. When Jiang Mingyuan came back from inspecting the branch, he heard that the other party had arrived.
Jiang Xudong sat in the reception room on the top floor, looking at the decorations in the room, he was filled with emotion.
A few years ago, he was the one who had the final say here. He could make Jiang Mingyuan wait here for a day without giving him a glass of water, or he could let the front desk directly stop people from the door. But now the priority has been changed, and he has become the one who begs, waiting here anxiously, waiting for the possible mercy of his nephew.
In the past few years, Jiang Xudong can be said to have been scared out of his wits. Most of the people who mixed up in the past have gone to prison. His hands and feet were clean, no problems were found, and he escaped from prison. However, his career was over. Not only the shares in the Jiang Corporation were forced to be transferred to others, but even the companies outside his own were not spared, and they all went bankrupt. end.
Most of Jiang Xudong's life savings were thrown into it. It can be said that he fell from the sky to the earth. He was unwilling at first and tried to make a comeback. However, he failed every time and owed a whole lot of debt to the bank.
He doesn't have a job, and no one dares to associate with him. If it weren't for Gu Mingli who helped him repay the debt and gave him money from time to time, Jiang Xudong would have trouble even eating. He was so tired of his current life, so when he heard the news from Gu Mingli, even if he thought that the nephew could not have any good intentions, he still came here.
"Third Uncle." The door of the reception room was opened, and Jiang Mingyuan walked in with someone from the outside, and sat opposite him: "I've been waiting for a long time."
"I haven't been here for long." Jiang Xudong came back to his senses and smiled at Jiang Mingyuan. He smiled humbly, and the reality made him bow his noble head in front of his nephew.
"Don't gossip, let's talk about business." Jiang Mingyuan raised his jaw, and the lawyer took out the materials he had prepared and told Jiang Xudong about the company.
That company was bought by Jiang Mingyuan's father when Jiang Mingyuan was studying abroad. Later, when Jiang's father passed away unexpectedly, he dropped out of school and returned to China. There are still millions of profits.
"Only a few million?" Jiang Xudong was very disappointed. He thought that according to his nephew's ability, the company under him would start with at least ten million.
Jiang Mingyuan stared at his fingertips, and said a fact in a nonchalant tone: "Go out and have these millions, or stay here and earn no money, you can choose yourself."
Jiang Xudong stared at him, as if he was about to explode at any moment. There was obvious and deep hatred in his eyes, he gritted his teeth, and after a long time, he finally squeezed out a few words: "I'm going out."
"Okay, you can talk to your lawyer about the next thing. I have something to do, so I'm sorry." Jiang Mingyuan nodded, got up and walked out.
The transfer of the company's equity is not something that can be done overnight, and Jiang Mingyuan is not going to pay much attention to it. He left the conference room and returned to the office. Not long after he had started working, his assistant knocked on the door and came in, saying that the people from Eleg were below to deliver his bag.
"Let her come up."
"Okay." The assistant nodded and went out smartly. As soon as the door closed, the expression on her face changed. She ran back to the office in a hurry, returned the call from the front desk, and couldn't wait to spread the news to her colleagues: "Boss Bought a bag, it looks like it is going to be given away!"
The female colleague next to her sighed, fell back on the back of the chair, and looked at her with her head tilted: "Stop talking, my heart hurts."
"Stop dreaming, get up and work." The assistant who sent the news was married and had no idea about the boss. Hearing this, he pulled him up: "You will not become your boss even if you feel sorry for the boss, it will only be because of work." Performance deducted from your bonus."
The deduction of bonuses can be described as a big killer. The female colleague didn't feel distressed when she heard it. She sat up energetically and started to work. While busy, she guessed: "How much year-end bonus do you think the boss will give out this year?"
"I don't know, there will be no less anyway."
…
Two minutes after the assistant went out, eleg's staff came up. With a brown paper bag in her hand, she knocked on the door and let Jiang Mingyuan inspect the goods. After confirming that there was no problem, she handed over the bill for Jiang Mingyuan to sign.
For big customers, the bills of these luxury stores are settled on a monthly basis.
Because of delays in the morning, Jiang Mingyuan had to work overtime at night, and it was past eleven o'clock when he returned.
He went upstairs with the undelivered handbag, thinking about whether to send a message to someone, and afraid that the people downstairs had already fallen asleep.
Just as he was hesitating, the other party's message was sent first.
"Are you home yet?"
The end of the year is approaching, and Cheng Huan is also very busy. He has to consider the activities of the New Year and overtime arrangements, count the employees who are about to leave and make up the staff as soon as possible after the year, and the temperature will rise after the year, and the dishes have to be changed.
She was writing the plan on the paper, and she seemed to hear the sound of the elevator in the dimness. Cheng Huan laughed and felt that she was hallucinating.
The apartment elevator didn't make any noise at all, how could it be possible for her to hear it through a few doors? Even though she told herself that, Cheng Huan couldn't let it go. After thinking about it for a while, she still sent a message.
I didn't expect that person to come back.
It was late, and the two of them didn't chat for too long, they urged each other to go to bed after a few words. Cheng Huan put down the phone after sending the message, stood up and stretched, went to Xingxing's room to take a look, changed clothes and went to bed.
Getting up early the next day, Cheng Huan got up to cook, and Jiang Mingyuan came down just after washing the rice. He is still in the neat suit, with shiny leather shoes, but his hair is not combed back, and a few strands of hair fall on his forehead. The man has one hand behind his back, and the diamond fragments on the other naturally hanging cuff are shining slightly. Light, it looks slightly different from usual, and I can't tell what is different.
Cheng Huan turned her head and looked at him for a while, but she couldn't find the specific difference, so she stopped. She turned her head and plugged in the power: "Why are you here so early today?"
"A little..." Jiang Mingyuan opened his mouth and found that his voice was a little hoarse. He cleared his throat with a light cough, and continued: "I have something to ask you."
"What's the matter?" Cheng Huan turned around and asked.
The man approached slowly, his jaw stretched into a straight line, and he looked a little nervous. He stretched out his hand behind his back, holding a bag in his hand. The bag was pure white with a little fluff, and the front was made of precious stones. The trademark is shining with charming luster.
Jiang Mingyuan handed the things to Cheng Huan, and said dryly, "A gift for you."