The old man smiled and said yes, and took out two red envelopes from his arms, one for Xing Xing and the other for Cheng Huan.
"Put it away." Jiang Mingyuan whispered in her ear, "It's the first time I come to the door."
When he said that, Cheng Huan didn't feel so much pressure. She thanked her and took the red envelope with both hands.
After leaving the grandpa's side, there are still his children left. After running around, it's almost time for dinner.
Jiang Mingyuan made an appointment with his fourth cousin yesterday, so he naturally had lunch there.
Cousin and sister-in-law can be regarded as easy to get along with, and they can handle the master's attitude very well when getting along, leaving those probing eyes, Cheng Huan's meal is not bad.
After dinner, the person who came to make an appointment with mahjong came again.
Only then did Cheng Huan realize the significance of the man losing money yesterday.
With an unhappy expression on his face, he rejected the invitations of those people, saying that his luck in gambling has not been very good recently, and he would definitely lose money if he played. Not a good moral.
People in business are more or less superstitious. When he said this, others believed it. They only persuaded him a few times, but they didn't insist on letting him play. They turned the topic secretly to business, crying All kinds of sadness.
When these people were crying that it was not easy for them, Jiang Mingyuan just listened and pretended not to understand if they hinted at him to help him.
Anyway, after a few hours at my cousin's house, no one really got any benefit from him.
Cheng Huan was completely overwhelmed by him. The cries of those people sounded like that. She almost softened her heart when she heard it. As a result, the man didn't even frown from the beginning to the end.
She came out and still sighed: "You are really amazing."
Jiang Mingyuan felt a little helpless about this kind of praise: "It happens every year, so I have to get used to it."
That's what it says...
Cheng Huan recalled that when those people were crying about having no money and no business and the company was about to go bankrupt, there was no calculation in their eyes. At some point, what these "relatives" were thinking could be said to be naked In front of the stage, he is so smart, of course it is impossible to be confused.
Jiang Mingyuan: "Actually, I saw them as pitiful before, and gave them something..."
"And then?" Cheng Huan felt that there should be no good results in the end.
"Later, it was found that the construction materials were shoddy, and the project almost failed the acceptance."
Cheng Huan was shocked, the unqualified construction quality is definitely not a small matter, if it is not done well, it will kill people!
Her throat was a little tight: "What happened next?"
"Later, I knocked down the house and rebuilt it." It's been too long, and Jiang Mingyuan didn't feel much when he talked about it, and he could even make a joke: "Fortunately, because of the shortage of funds, the house was a Dong Jian, otherwise I might have gone bankrupt at that time."
He held Cheng Huan's hand, looked at her profile and said, "Fortunately, I didn't go bankrupt at the time, otherwise I wouldn't have seen you."
Cheng Huan didn't have the time to make such jokes with him, she looked a little angry: "Where is the person who sold you fake products? You ask him to compensate for the loss!"
"People ran away before looking for it." Not long after his father passed away at that time, he was still immersed in grief. The management rights of the company were scrapped by his uncles. He wanted to take it back, but no one Willing to believe that a young man under the age of 20 can manage such a large group well, and there are very few people in the board of directors who are willing to support him; outsiders don't believe him, and the mother at home also pours cold water on him all day long, telling him that you can't do anything , it is better to let the relatives take care of the company, since the whole family will never harm him.
He was disappointed and unhappy at the time, and left home after a quarrel, and came out to work hard with the few assets he had, determined to make a career and go back to make those people look good. It's just that I was young at the time, greedy for success and indecisive when things happened, lost a lot of money, and suffered a lot.
But those losses are not all bad things in retrospect, Jiang Mingyuan squeezed the woman's tender fingers, and smiled to appease the angry person: "I am not bankrupt, and the house was rebuilt later, and the company's reputation is also because of this incident After calling out, the real estate has never had to worry about sales, and it can be regarded as a blessing and a misfortune.”
What he said was indeed very reasonable, but Cheng Huan still complained for him: "Then you can't just suffer like this."
"It didn't hurt, and I got the money back later."
"Really?" Cheng Huan couldn't believe it. Jiang Mingyuan in his mind was already comparable to Xiaobaicai.
The man repeated: "Really."
Not only will the money come back, but people will not have a better time afterwards.
When he said that, Cheng Huan was in a better mood, and the two chatted quietly all the way, and started preparing dinner when they got home.
After dinner, when the family was packing up and getting ready to go to bed, Jiang's mother called again.
She can be said to be proud of the spring breeze now, the career of her sweetheart has improved, and the two of them have come together as they wished. The man who has experienced the trough cherishes his life now and takes care of her meticulously. Gu Mingli is in a very good mood every day now, and even her face looks a few years younger.
Although born in a foreign country, with the company of her sweetheart, Gu Mingli did not spend the Spring Festival alone, and even cooked a few dishes with her own hands. During dinner, she actually wanted to call her son to say hello, but firstly, it was inconvenient to get in touch due to jet lag, and secondly, she was also afraid that Jiang Mingyuan would bring the topic to Jiang's father, so the phone call that was originally planned to be made on New Year's Eve was a mess. Delayed by a day.
Jiang's mother expressed her greetings to her son on the other end of the phone and said a lot of caring words. Jiang Mingyuan didn't respond much.
The mother and son had almost no common topics, and the five-minute call reached the limit. Before hanging up the phone, Gu Mingli suddenly released a big move.
"Mingyuan, what do you think of me changing my nationality?"
Jiang Mingyuan raised one corner of his lips with a sarcastic expression: "Why did you think of this?"
The person on the other end of the phone couldn't see his expression, and she had a good reason: "It's not a short-term thing for me to recuperate here. It's too troublesome to always apply for a visa. It's better to settle it once and for all. Besides, the transportation is convenient now, even if I change my nationality. Anything too big, there won't be too many obstacles."
Jiang Mingyuan's face was cold, but his words were very gentle: "You can do what you see."
His tone gave Gu Mingli a great illusion. She felt that her affairs were well hidden. She hung up the phone, walked to the dressing mirror, gently tied the man's tie, and put her lips together: "Wait for a change." nationality, let’s get married.”
In middle age, the man's figure has long been out of shape, but he still has a gentle temperament that makes her envious. Her eyes are infatuated, and she has never noticed the impatience of the person next to her pillow.
The man pulled her hand from his front, kissed back perfunctorily, and said that there was no rush: "Be careful when you are abroad, your son will suffer if he finds out."
"He won't know that Mingyuan is completely fascinated by that vixen, and doesn't care about me at all." She pouts her face and pouted like a little girl: "I only have you now."
Jiang Xudong was a little disgusted by her, but he didn't show it on his face. He still needs this woman now.
The middle-aged man's face was greasy and affectionate, and his eyes flashed: "I heard that woman has no knowledge?"
"It's just for sale." Although her son stopped her, Gu Mingli still investigated the vixen's past thoroughly, and her heart became more and more unremitting: "She followed Mingyuan definitely for money."
"For money." Jiang Xudong stroked her hair and sighed, his expression difficult to distinguish.
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Jiang Mingyuan's phone call had no effect on Jiang Mingyuan. After breakfast the next day, they were ready to leave for S City.
The vacation location has already been chosen. It is a tropical island country famous for its tourism industry. Jiang Mingyuan has arranged all the itineraries properly, and strives to give his family the best experience.
They arrived home in the afternoon, packed up and prepared to take the evening plane. However, on the eve of their departure, Jiang Mingyuan received another call.
The call was related to work, and the relaxed look on his face disappeared when he answered the call, and he said to Cheng Huan, "Sorry, I may not be able to play with you guys."
"It's okay, anyway, you can travel anytime, so go get busy if you have something to do." Work is naturally more important than play, Cheng Huan didn't say anything, she quickly packed the luggage and sent people downstairs.
The driver was already waiting downstairs, watching people get into the car, Cheng Huan asked with some concern: "Is it not serious?"
"It's not too serious." Jiang Mingyuan reassured her: "Don't worry."
In fact, things are not as easy as he said.
The place where the accident happened was Jiang's tourist island project in country I. The area was hit by the worst typhoon in the past ten years. It knocked down a tower crane on the construction site and hit two passers-by.
In this matter, the Jiang family was also innocent. When they knew that the typhoon was going to cross the border, they had already given the workers a holiday and strengthened the equipment. It is reasonable to say that there will be no problems.
But no one thought that the typhoon, which was not taken seriously at first, would have such great power, and no one thought that there would be people who would dare to come out and wander around during the typhoon. The strongest typhoon combined with the most fearless passers-by caused this tragic event. result.
Originally, for this matter, the Jiang family could just accept the bad luck and pay some money, and the person in charge over there did the same. The bad thing is that the country where the project is located is on the eve of the election, and the ruling party and the opposition party attack each other every day. As one of the achievements of the ruling party, Jiang’s tourism island project has long been regarded as a thorn in the side of the opposition party. It is impossible to step on it.
The opposition party took advantage of this accident to incite anti-China sentiment among the people and suppress the ruling party. Jiang's hotel project was forced to suspend work. The group had invested heavily in it, and if it was delayed for one more day, it would cost one more day. There was no way but the big boss, Jiang Mingyuan, had to come forward to negotiate.
Jiang Mingyuan has encountered this kind of thing more than once, and he is familiar with it. He first publicly condolences to the family of the deceased in the past, and then added a sum of compensation. The amount of compensation will definitely make most people greedy. After finishing the superficial work, he began to contact congressmen from both parties in private, asking them not to involve Jiang.
In fact, no matter whether it is the ruling party or the opposition party, they don't want any problems with Jiang's project. Their country has a small land area, undeveloped industry, and no great minerals. They rely on tourism to increase their income. Once Jiang's tourist island is completed, it will greatly increase their attraction to tourists from other countries.
It can be said that, in fact, when faced with votes, those politicians can do anything. Jiang Mingyuan wandered between the two parties all day long, and spent a lot of time trying to convince them not to work on the tourist island project. Make a fuss.
At this time, the Spring Festival holiday has passed.
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"When are you coming back?" In the living room, Cheng Huan sat cross-legged on the sofa, eating strawberries and making a video call. After a few days of busy work, the man obviously lost weight and darkened a lot. She felt a little distressed: "I have to make up for you when I come back."
"Hurry up." The man pinched the center of his brows, his face showing undisguised exhaustion: "There are still a few people to meet tomorrow, and you can go back after seeing them. You go to bed early, don't worry about me."