Comic convention: "If it's someone you know who committed the crime, your phone might be stolen, but if it's a stranger, it's absolutely impossible."
"Hey, Xiao Zhe, did you bring your computer? Take it out and check where it is located, then you'll know once you get there."
The two then went to the front desk, took out their business cards, and the receptionist at Jiangcheng Real Estate respectfully opened the president's elevator for them.
Because the boss had instructed that anyone from Fengshu Group or RL Group should be allowed to pass.
Jiangcheng Real Estate Company, thanks to its two major projects, Chenjiatun and Moon Bay, has risen directly into the ranks of the nation's new real estate elites.
Not to mention that the boss, Situ Ming, is the new successor of the Wen Group, the leader in foreign trade exports, and the grandson of Commander Wen, making his status unmatched.
In the top-floor office, Zhao Xiaoyue sat on a huge leather circular sofa, surveying the entire office decor, which could be summed up in four words—simple and understated.
Then I think about my own situation, it's just...unbelievable.
The real headquarters of the RL Group is located on the top floor of the Cheetah Club. The interior is small but luxuriously decorated, as luxurious and exquisite as possible.
The desk in the middle alone costs hundreds of millions.
The offices of Fengshu Group are decorated with much more style than those at comic conventions; in any case, they are both quite high-profile.
Situ Ming was talking to someone, but because they were too far apart, Zhao Xiaoyue didn't dare to be too presumptuous.
"I'm serious!"
"I'm not selling myself!"
"She is my everything."
Wen Zhengtian's teacup was smashed.
"You unfilial son, you spendthrift good-for-nothing, are you not going to let me die of anger, are you not satisfied?"
Situ Ming simply asked, "Do you want a granddaughter-in-law? If not, I'll marry into the family!"
There was no sound from the other end for a long time. "Are you fucking serious?"
Situ Ming gazed into the distance. "It's more real than pure gold. It's decided then. If you agree, I'll still be your grandson. If you don't, it's fine. My surname is Situ, and yours is Wen."
Wen Zhengtian: "What the hell kind of thing is this?!"
Duan Peng, who was standing next to him, was exasperated.
Wen Zhengtian: "If I don't see you during the New Year, I'll fucking shoot you!"
Situ Ming suppressed a smile; it was good that the old man had given in.
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