Chapter 4 I've come to apologize to Mr. Zhao
As the head of the Song family, Song Yanting always handled things meticulously.
He is one year older than Zhao Zonglan, and is thirty-three years old this year.
To outsiders, this young master Song is gentle and refined, with a mild temperament and a human touch; he can be considered a good person among capitalists.
But there are no good people among capitalists.
Only those who know him well know that Song Yanting is nothing more than a cunning and scheming smiling tiger, skilled at disguise. Behind his glasses, there is no kindness in his eyes, only self-interest.
Xie Chengsui arrived late, seemingly having just taken a shower. His red shirt under his suit jacket was half-open and loosely worn, and his hair was still damp.
He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and smiled nonchalantly, "Sorry, brothers, I'm late."
As the host country, it is indeed inappropriate for them to only show up at this time.
Song Yanting glanced at his watch and kindly reminded him, "You're eleven minutes late. You'll have to drink a few more glasses later."
“Okay.” Xie Chengsui sat down on the chair next to him casually and explained the reason, “I acquired a beauty last night. Her voice is so melodious and pleasant to listen to. I couldn’t resist taking her a couple more times and didn’t rest until dawn.”
As he said this, he took a puff of his cigarette, as if still savoring the moment.
Xie Chengsui was the third son in his family, and outsiders respectfully called him Third Master Xie.
He is Zhao Zonglan's cousin.
The Xie family was a prominent family with many descendants and a large business empire. However, neither of Xie Chengsui's two older brothers were willing to take over as the head of the family, so in the end, he had to take the position.
Managing such a large family business was both busy and boring, so Xie Chengsui never hid his desires.
Whether it's being romantic or lustful, it's human nature to eat and have sex.
If you want to play, then play.
But he never uses force; once he sets his sights on someone, he has plenty of ways to make them obediently come to him.
Zhao Zonglan lifted his eyelids to glance at him, his voice very calm: "I'll have someone send you some tonics another day, take care of yourself."
Xie Chengsui touched the tip of his nose.
He could hear the sarcasm in those words, but he never dared to argue with his cousin, who was two years older than him.
After all, he couldn't afford to offend this tyrant.
The stage at the pavilion in the middle of the lake has been set up, and young and beautiful classical dancers are dancing gracefully to the rhythm of the music, their figures elegant and supple.
Xie Chengsui tapped his fingers on the table, keeping a light rhythm as he listened to Song Yanting and Zhao Zonglan discussing the stock market.
Song Yanting: "The US stock market was quite volatile recently, but you seem to have made a fortune."
Zhao Zonglan stubbed out his cigarette, took the freshly poured tea from Chang An, took a small sip, raised an eyebrow, and said arrogantly, "You call a few thousand a full bowl of tea?"
This is nothing.
Xie Chengsui quickly chimed in, half-jokingly saying, "That's great, enough to buy hundreds of Fenghua Palaces."
As the three were chatting, Xie Chengsui's assistant, Guanglin, hurried over to report: "The Rong family called to say that Young Master Rong is ill and cannot come today, so they sent Mingzhao instead."
Rong Shao refers to Rong Heng, the only son of the Rong family, who is considered to be of high status and privilege. Rong Heng has only five older sisters, and he is the only male among the younger generation.
Therefore, Grandma Rong doted on this grandson and gave him whatever he wanted.
Mingzhao is Rongheng's assistant.
These scions of prominent families all have their own private assistants.
Unlike secretaries in the workplace, these personal assistants manage various matters such as daily life, social interactions, and so on. Of course, assistants and secretaries do interact daily, mainly to communicate schedules and arrange time.
Mingzhao strode over, nodded to the group, and said apologetically, "My young master is unwell, and the old lady is watching him closely and forbids him from going out. I apologize to you gentlemen on behalf of my young master."
As he spoke, he gestured to the people behind him to bring over the apology gift.
It's a bottle of wine.
Château Lafite Rothschild, 69 years old.
Xie Chengsui raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "I knew that kid Rong Liu was hiding something good."
A bottle of wine worth over two million dollars has been unavailable for over a decade.
Mingzhao: "This was taken by my father in Hong Kong a few years ago and has been treasured at the winery ever since."
After saying that, he looked at Zhao Zonglan and bowed deeply. "Mr. Zhao, regarding the Wangjing Tower matter... Young Master asked me to apologize to you again. The apology gift will be sent to Zijing Tanyuan tomorrow."
Zhao Zonglan was not so easily fooled.
Capitalists will always try to maximize their profits.
He leaned back in his chair, his expression indifferent. "Once Rong Heng is fully recovered, have him come in person."
When this man spoke, Mingzhao could only reply, "Yes."
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Shen Jingni rested at home for a few days, and her illness was mostly cured, except for a lingering cough.
After making numerous inquiries and through Song Yu's connections, she finally obtained Zhao Zonglan's address.
Zijing Tanyuan.
I heard that it was a private manor built in the western suburbs of Beijing, with a courtyard of tens of thousands of square meters, and it was a top-level mansion of noble level.
Shen Jingni quickly washed up, put on a light blue down jacket, called Chu You, and the two prepared to go out.
Chu You is the same age as Shen Jingni. She was specially recruited by Shen's father as an assistant and an intern designer.
"Boss, if we just run away like this, and President Shen finds out, he'll fire me."
Chu You has a baby face, is short, nearly 1.6 meters tall, and is even more timid.
"Why are you afraid of him? I'm your boss." Shen Jingni took a white woolen scarf and tied it on, urging her, "Hurry up and drive the car, my brother should be back soon."
Chu You felt uneasy and, still worried, reminded him, "Boss, take your cold medicine. It's cold outside."
If her boss's illness relapses in this cold winter, then she will be in big trouble.
To reassure Chu You, Shen Jingni poured a glass of warm water and swallowed a few cold pills in front of her.
Zijing Tanyuan is quite far from the Shen family's residence, nearly a two-hour drive away.
It was almost noon when we arrived.
After getting out of the car, Shen Jingni yawned, took some cold medicine, and felt a little sleepy.
A blast of cold air made her pull the scarf around her neck tighter.
"Oh, isn't this Miss Shen? You're here to see Mr. Zhao too?"
The speaker was Yu Xin, the young master of the Yu family, who had met Shen Jingni once before.
The Yu family is in the real estate business, but with the real estate market downturn in recent years, Yu Xin thought of finding another way and switched to the internet.
But, without money, it's impossible to attract investment.
He was troubled for a long time, and only after being enlightened by his elders did he realize that his Yu family and Zhao family were related and were not at the end of their rope.
And so, they found their way here by following the address.
“Yes,” Shen Jingni answered frankly, “I’ve come to apologize to Mr. Zhao.”
Yu Xin had a deep impression of Shen Jingni after meeting her once before.
This Miss Shen is incredibly beautiful. Now that she's standing right in front of him, it would be hard not to feel lust.
He leaned closer to Shen Jingni and lowered his voice, saying, "Mr. Zhao and I are relatives, so we should be able to exchange a few words. It's so cold outside, Miss Shen, you must be having a hard time. Why don't you wait in my car?"
These words caused great discomfort.
Shen Jingni took a step to the side and refused expressionlessly, "No need."
His filthy thoughts are written all over his face; does he think she's stupid?
Rejected just like that, Yu Xin's face turned ugly, and he swore, "What's with the high and mighty attitude? I'll make you beg on your knees one day."
At this moment, the gate of Tan Garden slowly opened.
Chang An, dressed in a light gray suit, walked out.
His expression was gentle as he nodded slightly to Shen Jingni and said, "Miss Shen, our master invites you in."
Shen Jingni did not immediately follow Chang An. Instead, she took a few steps to the young master Yu, raised her foot, and stomped hard on his instep.
Yu Xin cried out in pain, almost jumping up, looking comical.
She gave a fierce snort, "Watch your mouth, Miss."
"It stinks like a chamber pot."
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