Chapter 146 I can’t give a man a name
After one month of study, Jiang Tingwan learned a lot about the development plans of foreign women-owned enterprises.
Her computer is densely packed with records of innovative models of foreign women-owned enterprises - the "flexible management" system created by Silicon Valley tech women, the "fertility-friendly policies" of Nordic companies, the mutual investment network of the Latin American Women's Alliance...
These experiences gradually became a blueprint for Tingyue's future in her mind.
After returning to China, Tingyue Group was at its peak in just half a year.
Under the leadership of Jiang Tingwan, the investment department has successfully invested in more than ten female-run startups and opened a special project called "Female Technology Incubator" to support female entrepreneurs in cutting-edge fields such as artificial intelligence and biomedicine. The financial sector has acquired two established investment banks, and Tingyue Capital's asset management scale has exceeded 100 billion yuan.
The most eye-catching thing is the newly established "Cross-border Mergers and Acquisitions Department", which is led by Zhou Luoyao personally. The first deal was the acquisition of a well-established American medical device company.
Today, Tingyue Group has ranked among the top ten private enterprises in China and is growing in size. Jiang Tingwan has also changed from "General Manager Jiang" to "Director Jiang" who is respected by everyone in the financial circle.
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The top floor of Tingyue headquarters.
Jiang Tingwan stood in front of the window, the red wine glass at her fingertips reflected the sunset, refracting magnificent light. Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window was the prosperous scenery of the entire Kyoto.
Of course... on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling window were three tall men in the hall downstairs.
"Are you planning to keep them hanging like this?" Zhou Luoyao flipped through the financial report and asked pointedly, "You're not going to give them a name?"
She stayed in Kyoto for a month to manage Tingyue for Jiang Tingwan, but she knew that these three people had come specially and sent people to inquire about her itinerary every day.
"I'm already in this position," Jiang Tingwan said disapprovingly, just chuckling, "If I get married, my name will become Mrs. So-and-so."
Along the way, she went from being Miss Jiang, to President Jiang, and now to Director Jiang. How could she possibly let go of all that and become someone's wife?
"Sorry." She turned around, blinked, and said jokingly, "I can't give a man a name."
"Okay." Zhou Luoyao twitched her lips and mourned for the people downstairs for three seconds. "As long as you are happy."
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Downstairs lobby.
"I asked her to eat. What are you two doing here?" Lu Zhaoye looked at the two men in front of him and narrowed his eyes.
"She called me first." Xie Duo responded calmly, "If you are not satisfied, just get out."
That’s right, but...she called them both in order to delay Lu Zhaoye.
Chen Guan, who was standing by, watched their sarcasm and made subtle eye contact. The two assistants walked into the elevator silently...
The two were still arguing, completely unaware that Chen Guan had already walked into the last empty elevator.
When Chen Guan was already sitting leisurely on the sofa watching Jiang Tingwan finish processing the documents, Lu Zhaoye and Xie Duo rushed out from the emergency passage.
Jiang Tingwan raised her eyebrows. They actually climbed up the thirty-eight floors of stairs.
"Jiang Tingwan." Lu Zhaoye walked to the desk and grabbed her wrist, "You are not allowed to go to dinner with him."
Xie Duo took his hand away, "Why did you touch her?"
When the three parties were in a stalemate, Jiang Tingwan's cell phone suddenly rang.
The three words "Jiang Shixu" on the screen made her slightly stunned.
"Come back to Jiang's house for dinner tonight." The voice on the other end of the phone was still cold, but with an imperceptible softness.
Jiang Tingwan was a little dazed - ever since the banquet and the conversation in the car, Jiang Shixu had become a little more distant. She always thought that it was because she had introduced a young lady from an aristocratic family to him without permission that made him unhappy.
"Okay." She responded softly. Since she was going back to Jiang's house and it was Jiang Shixu who called, she couldn't refuse.
After hanging up, she looked at the three men in front of her with a guilty conscience and put on a fake smile, "Let's meet again some other time?"
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The lights in Jiang's house appear particularly bright at night.
When Jiang Tingwan pushed open the heavy carved door, the butler took her coat and whispered, "Master Shixu is waiting for you in the restaurant."
She paused for a moment. This was the first time she and Jiang Shixu had dinner alone since returning to China.
There was only one warm yellow wall lamp on in the restaurant. Jiang Shixu sat at the end of the long table. His white turtleneck sweater softened his usually sharp features, and his slender fingers were flipping through a financial weekly.
Hearing footsteps, he looked over and saw Jiang Tingwan hurrying over, wearing high heels.
"Brother." She sat down opposite him, the hem of her cashmere skirt sweeping across the leather seat.
Jiang Shixu closed the magazine and raised a finger to the servant waiting beside him.
A porcelain plate filled with truffle steamed fish soup landed silently in front of her. Amid the steam, she could see that this was the old house chef's specialty and also her favorite dish.
The sound of knife and fork touching each other was particularly clear in the empty restaurant.
Jiang Tingwan sipped the soup and caught a glimpse of Jiang Shixu's dining posture, which was still dignified and elegant, with even the angle of the napkin folded to perfection.
This familiar sense of security reminded her that in the past, when she faced complicated interpersonal relationships, she would always feel calmer when she saw Jiang Shixu beside her.
"Are you going to Zurich again next week?" Jiang Shixu suddenly asked, and the silver spoon made a clear sound against the edge of the bowl.
"Well, I'll be back after talking to the Swiss Bank." She subconsciously reported her itinerary. She was always able to let down her guard in front of Jiang Shixu.
In the halo of the crystal chandelier, Jiang Shixu's eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under his eyes.
He motioned to his assistant to present a cowhide file bag. The sound of the metal buckle popping open made Jiang Tingwan's fingertips tremble.
The gold-stamped EU logo on the title page of the document is slightly reflective.
She flipped through the pages quickly, her pupils gradually dilating - there were more than a dozen top overseas investment projects, even including two government cooperation projects.
The review of partners for these projects was extremely strict. With Tingyue's current qualifications, it was difficult for her to even obtain the qualification to bid. Jiang Tingwan did not hold out much hope. After all, no matter how fast Tingyue developed, it was still just an emerging company.
But the file bag contains more than just a general list of partners. It also includes an analysis of the preferences of each member of the European Parliament, a background check on the core members of the local Chinese Chamber of Commerce, and even an assessment report on the compatibility of a certain Belgian executive with the Tingyue brand tone.
Jiang Tingwan suddenly looked up.
In the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window, she saw her own dazed expression, and also saw Jiang Shixu's still calm face.
"These...?" She met Jiang Shixu's calm gaze.
"They will contact you in a few days." He said lightly, as if he was just chatting about some family matters.
Jiang Tingwan's fingertips unconsciously stroked the paper.
These projects are enough to keep Tingyue's overseas branch busy for a whole year, and each one precisely fits the development direction she had previously planned.
She knew that the resources that Jiang's heir could mobilize were enough to save any emerging enterprise ten years of hard work.
But Jiang Shixu has been gradually entering politics recently, moving towards the integration of business and politics. He should be very busy, but he still found time to prepare these for her.
"You have proven your ability." Jiang Shixu's voice brought her back to reality.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he raised his hand as if he wanted to rub the top of her head, but when he was about to touch her, he withdrew it without a trace and picked up the teacup instead.
"Don't feel burdened. You are my sister, and you should make every effort to use Jiang's resources." He lowered his eyes, and the light cast a small shadow under his eyelashes, covering the complex emotions in his eyes.
Since he said so, there was nothing for her to be shy about.
Jiang Tingwan smiled faintly, "Thank you, brother."
Jiang Shixu took a quick glance, nodded, stood up and left the restaurant.
I watched his back gradually lengthen under the light of the corridor and finally disappear around the corner.
Jiang Tingwan sat alone at the dining table, stroking the folder gently with her fingers.
So tonight, is it just to give her these projects?
Sure enough, although Jiang Shixu looks cold as ice, he has really been a good brother over the years.
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Jiang Tingwan just drove home.
In front of the private villa, the street lights swayed slightly in the night wind, casting mottled light and shadows.
Shen Guan leaned next to the black Maybach, with his suit jacket casually draped over his shoulders and his tie loosely hanging around his neck, his whole body exuding a rare laziness.
"It seems that after the internal strife in the Shen family ended, you have become more and more leisurely." Jiang Tingwan was not surprised to see him. She walked closer in high heels with a teasing tone in her voice.
Shen Guan turned to look at her, his lips slightly raised: "So do you want me to be busy, or not?"
Jiang Tingwan walked up to him and leaned against the car like him.
The night breeze blew through her long hair, and the faint scent of jasmine drifted into Shen Guan's nose.
"I hope you're not busy." She looked ahead and said softly.
"I thought you would want me to be busy," Shen Guan was a little surprised when he heard this, turned his head, raised his eyebrows and said, "So you don't have to deal with me every day."
Jiang Tingwan also turned his head, looked at Chen Guan and chuckled, then tilted his head and pretended to think: "Hmm...what you said makes sense. Then you should be busy."
Her eyes flashed cunningly in the night, like a smug little fox.
Shen Guan looked at her profile and forgot to answer for a moment.
The moonlight outlined her delicate features, from her full forehead to her straight nose, and then to her lips that always had a faint smile on them.
Shen Guan smiled softly, it has been more than a year...she is still so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off her.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Tingwan spoke again, his tone much more serious: "Actually, I really hope you are not so busy."
She turned her head and looked into the distance, "I know that fighting for power is not that easy. Before Shen Nianzhi met that girl, life was not easy either, right?"
Thinking of what happened to Shen Nianzhi back then, Shen Guan’s eyes couldn’t help but darken.
"Although you always say it in a few words, I know it's not easy for you either." Jiang Tingwan's voice was very light. She turned her head again and looked at Chen Guan and said, "It must be very difficult to win. So, I hope you can relax a little and don't be so tense all the time."
She thought of Song Zhi whom she met in Gangcheng, the man struggling in the vortex of power.
From the very beginning, she met Chen Guan, who was almost victorious, but when she met Song Zhi in Gangcheng, he was still struggling with internal strife.
Because of this, she did not feel unable to let go of Song Zhi's initial plot against her, because she understood that being in such a complicated environment, there were many things she had to do unnecessarily. She had to be on guard against everyone and had to give up her original intentions. If it were her, she might not resort to any means necessary.
At the same time, because of Song Zhi, she understood more clearly what price Shen Guan had to pay to sit in that position.
Those bloody days and those sleepless calculations were always lightly brushed aside by him with just a few words, but Jiang Tingwan could guess how difficult it was behind the scenes.
Shen Guan stared at her serious expression, and suddenly reached out and touched her cheek.
His palms were warm, and his fingertips were lightly calloused as he gently stroked her delicate skin.
"You always seem to see through everything." He whispered, "Now that you are in this position, are you happy?"
"Of course I'm happy." Jiang Tingwan smiled and spread her hands deliberately, "Before, I had to consider whether to marry you or Lu Zhaoye, but now I have to consider which club to go to and order a gigolo."
"Which club gave you the order?" Shen Guan deliberately narrowed his eyes in cooperation and approached dangerously: "I had it closed down."
"Even if you close it, I can open one of my own." She laughed and glared back at him unwillingly.
The night wind suddenly grew stronger, ruffling Jiang Tingwan's long hair.
She reached out to tuck her hair behind her ears, and her tone suddenly softened: "Next, I may have to go abroad for a while."
"Did Jiang Shixu ask you to go abroad?" Shen Guan's voice deepened.
"Yes." Jiang Tingwan looked down at the tip of her shoes, "My brother has given me a lot of projects that Tingyue can't get yet." Her voice was unconsciously soft, "He looks cold, but he is actually very good to his family."
Family?
Shen Guan pondered over these two words in his heart.
It seems that Jiang Shixu finally chose to let go, but this is also the wisest choice.
Not to mention what other families would think of the two of them, or how the Jiang family would deal with them, just look at Jiang Tingwan's feelings for him. It's obvious that she only has affection for her brother. If Jiang Shixu really confessed, she would definitely not be able to accept it.
He looked at the delicate and quiet face in front of him and suddenly found it funny.
I just said that she seemed to see through everything, but now it seems that is not the case.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Tingwan looked up and caught his complicated expression.
Shen Guan withdrew his thoughts and rubbed her hair: "Nothing."
His thumb gently brushed the corner of her lips, and he said in a low voice, "Director Jiang is getting more and more handsome. Going to a gigolo is a bargain for them. Why don't you go to me?"
The atmosphere of contemplation is close at hand, with a faint scent of whiskey.
Jiang Tingwan's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly regained her composure: "Are you offering yourself to me?"
"Why," Shen Guan trapped her between the car body and himself, their noses almost touching, "I'm not qualified?"
The singing of a nightingale could be heard in the distance, and the moonlight shone on the intertwined shadows of the two people.
Jiang Tingwan suddenly reached out and pushed him away, smiling like a cat stealing fish: "That depends on what's so special about Mr. Chen."
"Is the entire Shen Group enough?"
This half-true, half-false joke drifted in the night wind.
Jiang Tingwan turned and walked towards the gate of the villa, waved with her back to him: "Let's talk about it after I return home."
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A light morning mist shrouds the runway at the private airport.
As soon as Jiang Tingwan's car drove onto the helipad, a silver Bugatti blocked the way ahead.
The car door was suddenly pushed open, and Wen Nian strode over, his gray hair messy in the morning breeze, his eyes tinged with a faint dark blue, obviously he came in a hurry.
As expected, he finally chased her to Kyoto, and Jiang Tingwan sighed inwardly.
But he came at an unfortunate time, as she was about to go abroad again.
"Sister." He bent down and knocked on the car window, his voice hoarse, "You have guessed my identity a long time ago, right?"
Jiang Tingwan in the car put down the documents in his hand and slowly lowered the window.
The morning light filtered through the glass, outlining the delicate contours of her profile, but her expression was so calm that no emotion could be seen.
Although Wen Nian was looking down on him, he was still the one with the pleading look on his face.
"You think too much." Jiang Tingwan looked at him and chuckled, "I'm not that powerful."
This is the truth.
Before Song Zhi took her to the casino, she really didn't know Wen Nian's true background. She just vaguely guessed that his family background was not simple, and she had investigated the tattoo on his back.
As for the identity of the eldest son of the Wen family, she indeed did not find out.
After all, she hadn't been very interested in it at the time.
"So where are you going now, sister?" Wen Nian's hands were tightly clasped on the edge of the car window, and his knuckles turned white.
He had just seen her, but at the airport, so it was obvious what she was going to do next.
"Wen Nian, it's just a coincidence between us." Jiang Tingwan supported his chin and glanced at the sports car blocking the road ahead.
She said helplessly, "You hid your identity from me, and I hid yours, we owe each other nothing." She looked up at him, "There's no need for you to follow me like this."
"It is necessary." Wen Nian frowned, suddenly leaned over, and a shadow fell over him.
His drooping eyelashes hid the surging emotions in his eyes, "During the time when you suddenly disappeared, I saw you by my side every day..."
"Sister, I just want to know where you're going." His voice choked, his fair face became more fragile, and his pupils were pleading with the person in front of him, "You don't like me to pester you, so can't I just watch from a distance?"
The morning mist flowed between them. Jiang Tingwan looked at the young man who once was a master strategist but now looked flustered.
This young master who was so unruly and stepped on other people's heads in the casino now looked like a child who was afraid of being abandoned.
She thought again of the tattoo she had seen on his back, and his fingers that were turning white from exertion.
It seems that this person will not give up until he achieves his goal.
She hooked her finger.
Wen Nian immediately moved closer, and the gray hair brushed across her fingertips.
"But your identity...isn't just Master Wen?" Jiang Tingwan lowered her voice and said calmly: "I don't have the courage to keep you around."
Wen Nian's pupils shrank slightly. Since she said so, there was still room for maneuver. He confessed without hesitation: "Sister, I used to be a financial advisor for the European mafia." He added eagerly, "As long as Sister is willing, I can bring all the investments in Haocheng and Europe to Tingyue."
Jiang Tingwan pretended to hesitate and tapped her fingertips on her knees.
"Sister, please trust me once." Wen Nian took the opportunity to hold her hand, with only sincere pleading in his eyes, "Please."
After a long silence, Jiang Tingwan finally sighed: "......Okay then."
Wen Nian's eyes lit up instantly, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood.
The car window slowly rose, blocking the two people's final line of sight.
Jiang Tingwan returned to her usual indifferent expression. The sports car in front finally moved away, and she signaled the driver to continue moving forward.
Amid the roar of the airplane engine, Jiang Tingwan opened the analysis report on the European market.
She didn't want to have anything to do with Wen Nian anymore, but Jiang Shixu's development in the political circle was not so easy. The position he wanted to take was not simple, and it was not so easy for Mr. Huo to come forward.
She saw all of this.
If we can further open up the European market through Wennian’s channels, Tingyue will be able to develop faster...
not to mention......
She looked at the clouds outside the window, her lips slightly raised.
The destination of this trip was originally a project in Europe.
Having the mind of hearing provides an extra layer of protection.
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The afternoon sun shone through the gauze curtains onto the balcony. Jiang Tingwan lazily nestled in a rattan chair, the cup of black tea in her hand steaming.
Life abroad was more comfortable than she had imagined - occasionally chatting on the phone with Zhou Luoyao, listening to Ou Ya complaining about the trivialities of the Song family, or watching Wen Nian using various methods to stop others from approaching her.
The cell phone rang suddenly, and the three words "Lu Zhaoye" on the screen made her eyelids jump.
"What's wrong, Master Lu?" She picked up the phone with a smile, her tone relaxed.
"Didn't you agree to go alone?" Lu Zhaoye's voice was as cold as ice. "Why is he next to you?"
How did Lu Zhaoye know that Wen Nian was there too?
Jiang Tingwan touched her nose guiltily, and then turned the tables: "How did you know? Did you send someone to monitor me?" She deliberately raised her voice, "Lu Zhaoye, you are going too far. You don't even give me privacy?"
"Do you still need me to monitor you?" Lu Zhaoye gritted his teeth on the other end of the line. "The video of your street interview last week was sent back to China - 'Asian Beauty CEO and Young Boyfriend', huh?"
In the video, she was indeed walking side by side with Wen Nian on the Champs-Elysées, but the so-called "boyfriend" was purely fabricated by the media.
"Oh...that." She agreed because she saw that the person being interviewed was a young girl. She didn't want Lu Zhaoye to come here again because of this matter.
Jiang Tingwan laughed dryly: "Those of them who work in the media love to exaggerate..."
"He has become your boyfriend," Lu Zhaoye sneered, "What about me?" His voice suddenly became low, "Jiang Tingwan, you never gave me a -
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