Yan Zimeng was shooting an advertisement at the time. After transforming into Anna, she signed with Mengya Pictures, a film and television company that Yang Jinxuan had acquired for her, reinvested in and rebuilt, and renamed Mengya in memory of Yan Zimeng.
She was quite proud of it.
Isn't it her charm that she has such a loyal man who would do anything for her?
It's a pity that they couldn't win over Nangong Jue.
Soon, the photo shoot was over. While they were changing the background, Yan Zimeng got into the van and asked her assistant, Juanzi, to buy milk tea. She then took out her phone and dialed a number: "Zhu Jiaojiao is useless now. Next, we can use Han Xueqian... and Nangong Lin. Don't worry, if you do it right, money is no problem." She hung up the phone immediately after saying that. Since she couldn't have him, she might as well destroy him.
Destroy them all, because they all deserve to die!
Han Guosheng has been living a comfortable life lately. At first, when the company encountered a crisis, even though Lao Zhao took the blame for him, the company's stock still kept falling. However, starting last month, he felt that his luck had turned around because he received several big orders one after another and cooperated with a foreign company, which immediately turned the company's image around.
The stock has recently rebounded. At this rate, within two years, Victory Group will be able to join the ranks of top-tier companies.
Once he buys the shares from that brat, he won't have to worry about anyone else.
Thinking about this, I suddenly realized that there are only ten days left until the next year, and on January 1st, that brat will officially inherit that share.
Fortunately, he had signed an acquisition agreement with that brat beforehand, otherwise...
Just then, the office phone rang, and I quickly reached for it: "Hello."
"President Han, this is Yan Cheng."
"Mr. Yan, is there something you need?"
"I just wanted to ask you, do you still want the shares Alan holds? If not..."
"Yes." Han Guosheng said and then slammed the phone down.
Yan Cheng looked at the dial tone in his hand, couldn't help but chuckle, then put it back and took out his phone to send a message: "Alan, that bastard said he'd buy it, yelled at me, and hung up on me! I'm hurt. I want to eat soup dumplings, and preferably with a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs to soothe my wounded heart."
Le Yao looked at the message Yan Cheng sent and her lips twitched. One by one, they've all become foodies? This shouldn't be a domineering CEO novel; this should be a food novel.
Well, she liked cooking anyway, so she replied: "No problem, not only do I have soup dumplings and sweet and sour pork ribs, I'm also planning to make duck blood vermicelli soup."
"That's great! Uncle Yan is really waiting for you. He won't eat unless you come."
Le Yao smiled, put down her phone, and went into the kitchen. An hour later, two food boxes were ready. She called Han Xiangdong over and said, "Brother, take this to Qianjin Group. It's cold now, so drive there instead of riding your electric scooter."
"Okay." Han Xiangdong picked up the food box and went out.
Le Yao took another food box to the hospital, and unexpectedly the ward was quite lively.
"Han Binglan, you really are a jinx! Look what you've done to my perfectly good son!" He Rong immediately lost his temper when he saw Le Yao.
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