Chapter 37 Rescue
When he was about to leave, the secretariat of China Overseas Group called Lao Zhai's landline, and a director asked Liang Yanzhang to meet with him.
He postponed it to the weekend, but the other party was very anxious and had already booked a private room in the hotel.
Liang Yanzhang was at his wit's end. He stood up and took his coat. "I'm going back to the company."
This phone call seemed to be deliberately intended to stop something. The director of China Overseas Group made an appointment with Liang Yanzhang... two people who had nothing in common. Their only connection was that the other party was Liang Jishen's subordinate.
Ji Xilan glanced at He Sang and understood a little, "Yan Zhang, are you still eating?"
"The Liang Group is bidding for a piece of land. I've arranged everything with the city, but the Zhonghai Committee hasn't approved it. Zhonghai is a state-owned enterprise and has a lot of say. Only after they pass this hurdle can they win the bid. It's a good thing they invited me."
Ji Xilan pondered for a moment, "Why not ask Ji Shen for the green light? He's in a high position of power, Zhonghai will definitely approve it."
"Looking for the third brother?" Liang Yanzhang laughed angrily. "He was known for his ruthlessness in the Procuratorate. My friend approached him to rescue someone, but he turned him away without a shred of sympathy. This time, all nine committee members signed the tender, except for him. He's holding back the approval."
"This brat! He's so unkind." Ji Xilan was also annoyed.
Liang Yanzhang walked to the entrance and shook He Sang's shoulder. "Xiao He, let's do it another day."
He Sang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Coming out of the old house, I saw a car flashing its lights in front of the property building ten meters away.
She walked up to him, rolled up the rear window, and saw Liang Jishen sitting inside.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses, a white satin shirt, and dark gray cotton trousers. It wasn't formal attire, but a casual, business-like look, a look that was both handsome and capable. He Sang hadn't seen Liang Jishen wearing glasses in over a year, but he had to admit, they suited him well. He exuded a wild and mature air, with subtle hints of refinement and rationality.
He Sang got in the car and asked, "How long have you been here?"
The man opened his eyes, feeling hungover. "Half an hour."
He followed Liang Yanzhang's car.
Cheng Xun was the only one in the car at the time. Upon learning that He Sang had been taken away, Liang Jishen quickly ended his social engagements and rushed here without stopping, running through three red lights.
The traffic bureau was in chaos, and the traffic police captain stopped him at the nearest intersection and asked if he had been carjacked.
Liang Jishen has always been calm and low-key, but this time he was indeed a bit absurd and reckless.
He Sang's backpack chain was not tightly closed, revealing half of the jewelry box with a clear "WQ" mark engraved on the bottom. The man's temples stretched to his jaw in an instant, the veins under his skin bulged, and a chill welled up in his eyes.
She was also startled and nudged him with her arm. "Liang Jishen?"
His brows and eyes were cold, his limbs were stiff, and he had no warmth at all.
"Ms. He." Cheng Xun was equally shocked. "This is something that belonged to Mr. Liang's first wife."
He Sang was startled. "Weng Qiong's?"
Liang Jishen grabbed it and threw it to the passenger seat, "I'll return it for you."
She had not originally intended to accept it, but the dean accepted it on her behalf and returned it privately. The theater was unaware of it and thought she had really accepted it, which led to rumors. He Sang's original intention was to return it in front of the dean as a witness. Liang Yanzhang often went to the theater to support her, so they had many opportunities to meet.
However, Liang Jishen's intervention saved her from having to contact Liang Yanzhang again.
The man's suit was stained with the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes, which spread throughout the carriage with the windows closed.
He Sang leaned in closer and sniffed his chin. The stubble smelled of the dry, bitter smell of nicotine. "How many cigarettes have you smoked?"
He said absentmindedly, "One."
"One box?"
Liang Jishen's eyes fell on her, "Yeah."
"Drinking?"
When she mentioned it, he felt a headache and raised his hand to rub the bridge of his nose, "Drink it."
He Sang patted the driver's seat, "Secretary Cheng, have you guys gone to the social event?"
Cheng Xun said, "Mr. Liang and Zhang Chengye reconciled over a drinking party. It was the Second Young Master who brokered the deal. Zhang Chengye often entertained guests at the Second Young Master's club and owed him a sum of money. The Second Young Master agreed to write it off, so naturally, he didn't pursue the matter."
Zhang Chengye's attempted assault on Song He failed, so he didn't go to jail, but was fined. Liang Jishen, on the other hand, was in the wrong, having beaten Zhang Chengye black and blue. The Zhang family's appeal to the Liang family for justice was a sure win, both morally and logically.
"What's the name of Mr. Liang's club?"
"Yunhai Tower."
He Sang was dumbfounded. "Yunhai Tower belongs to Liang Chihui?"
Yunhailou is not simple. Even the waiters are fluent in multiple languages. It is a high-end business club dedicated to receiving foreign guests and upper-class people from all walks of life.
There are two halls, the "National Style Hall" and the "Fashion Hall." The former features musical instruments, elegant singing and dancing, and tea culture, where prominent figures and those on official business would socialize. The latter, on the other hand, is where second-generation rich men like Zhang Chengye hang out, with parties featuring fine wines, European and American models, and people spending lavishly just to create a grand spectacle.
Yunhailou is very famous locally. Liang Chihui is running such a big business in his thirties, so he must be quite experienced.
Liang Jishen's massaging hand suddenly stopped, "Is today's drinking party Liang Chihui trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain?"
Cheng Xun didn't think about it and was stunned for a second. "Second Young Master is covering for Director Liang?"
The man felt a dull pain in his head again. He stretched his thumb and index finger as far as possible and pressed his forehead.
"Madam, please follow Mr. Liang's wishes and let it go..." Cheng Xun looked at He Sang.
She averted her gaze and looked out the window.
Liang Jishen put one arm around her waist, lowered his head, and the fruity scent of shampoo filled his nostrils.
His arms were strong and he held her tightly. He Sang's collar was torn open by the friction, and his thin and narrow shoulder bones came into his eyes, like a piece of tempting milk tofu.
He buried his whole face in it and did not move for a long time.
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