The past two years of separation were not good memories for them, but even more of a disaster for Zheng Weili, so Jiang Ning tactfully did not ask any more questions.
After saying goodbye and going downstairs, Huo Yishen was already waiting at the intersection outside.
The three of them and the dog went home. Jiang Ning shared with Huo Yishen, "Zhang Chao is in good condition, but Zheng Weili is seriously affected by depression. Don't look at Lu Yu smiling and acting heartless. In fact, he swallows all the bitterness in his stomach. I think he is about to be tortured to the point of being sick."
If Zhang Chao hadn't guided her, she would probably have followed in Zheng Weili's footsteps.
In the face of natural disasters, the cruelty of reality, and mental torture, how many people can still maintain mental health?
When I returned to the community, there was a new notice at the security booth that the property management committee would hold the first owners' meeting to discuss the collection of property rights and jointly create a green environment. The meeting would start on time at 8 o'clock in the evening.
It is true that one only knows the pain after being beaten. This time no one dares to ignore the 50 buildings.
After dinner, Jiang Ning and Huo Yishen arrived on time.
Almost all the families were present, and they were flattering each other, creating a peaceful atmosphere. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought they were having a cocktail party.
The two of them didn't like to join in the fun, so they found a corner and sat quietly.
As his peripheral vision wandered, Jiang Ning saw a familiar figure.
Mrs. Chen, wearing a cheongsam, came in with the arm of a middle-aged man. She was wearing a suit, tie, and black leather shoes. She had a slightly protruding beer belly and was greeting everyone everywhere.
This should be Mr. Chen, Chen Yanfei's father.
"Brother Huo." Qin Chuan followed him to the venue and decisively sat down next to the two of them.
The middlemen always love gossip to quickly get closer to each other, and they find it even more exciting after learning that Jiang Ning feeds shit to the owner of the swimming pool party.
He glanced at the crowd, lowered his voice and broke the news, "Sister-in-law, look at the man in a suit and glasses, he is the male owner of the Yangtuo family. Don't be fooled by his decent appearance, he is actually a scoundrel.
The red flag is flying at home, and the colorful flags are flying outside. Bring the illegitimate child home to be raised by the main wife. "
Jiang Ning frowned, "How do you know so clearly?"
"Ha, in our line of work, everyone knows this."
Qin Chuan continued to expose the secret, "Speaking of which, Mrs. Chen is also pitiful. She seemed to be a rich lady in the past, but later her family fell into poverty. She got married to solve the company's crisis. Unfortunately, she was injured by giving birth and could not get pregnant again. She could only turn a blind eye and let her husband fool around outside."
Almost all rich people are like this. Husband and wife appear to be in love on the surface, but they are actually having a lot of fun behind the scenes.
Jiang Ning smiled and said nothing.
Most of the owners had arrived, and Young Master Rong made his final appearance with the background music playing, instantly blinding everyone's eyes.
He was wearing a floral shirt, cropped trousers, slippers, and a military coat.
Ah, this...are you sure he didn't escape from a mental hospital?
Even so, he still won the hearts of all the celebrities present. Their faces were full of infatuation and admiration, and they couldn't wait to stick to him on the spot.
Jiang Ning wanted to say that the richest family was really charming.
Even if Young Master Rong is a piece of shit, in their eyes it is chocolate-flavored shit.
Very delicious!
Young Master Rong looked around the venue, walked decisively to the corner in his slippers, sat down in the row in front of Jiang Ning, then turned his head and smiled at her, "Sister."
Please ask him to wake up. She really doesn't want anyone to throw dirty things on her door again.
It is said that you should not hit a smiling person, but Jiang Ning did not give him a good look, "I'm sorry, you seem to be older than me."
Young Master Rong smiled frivolously, "In the last days, age doesn't matter. All capable beauties can be called sisters."
Have ability? I remember working under him and was almost scolded. I didn't expect that I would be able to rise up and sing in the end times.
Jiang Ning was too lazy to pay attention to the lunatic, and his attention was instead drawn to the man next to him.
He was in his early thirties, with features as cold as ice. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a high-end custom-made Armani suit. His long legs had nowhere to rest, and his spotless leather shoes shone with a cold light.
The domineering aura swept over him like an overwhelming force, almost choking Jiang Ning to death.
No, it’s been three years since the apocalypse, how could the domineering CEO still have such strong vitality?
Sure enough, the end of the world is only the end of the world for ordinary people.
The owners' meeting was chaired by the vice-chairman, Mrs. Xiao, who was wearing a cheongsam and a fox fur coat. She looked not only noble but also pleasant to the ear.
Jiang Ning remembered her because she was the one who led the last incident of ostracism and humiliation.
The owners' meeting is very simple, the key point is how the property fees are calculated.
Where there are people, there are right and wrong, not to mention that the upper class is also divided into different classes. In the past, several members of the property management committee met and made a decision. The property fee was calculated on a household basis, and each household was required to pay 20 kilograms of rice and flour per month.
The one-size-fits-all approach from above naturally caused dissatisfaction among those below. It’s not that they were interested in those supplies, but they were just unhappy to see that 50 buildings had turned over and became the masters.
Therefore, it was suggested that property fees should not be a one-size-fits-all approach, and it would be more reasonable to charge according to the area of the villa.
Even the Rong family kept a low profile, so Madam Xiao didn't dare to make any decisions on her own. After discussing with several people, she held a meeting.
Seeing that Sister Jiang ignored him, Young Master Rong crossed his legs, showing his leg hair and chatted with the man next to him, "Cousin, can you help me get a few off-road vehicles?"
The boss is very rich, "I have a Land Rover, I'll give it to you."
Young Master Rong thought the Land Rover was not up to standard and said, "At least give me a Umoni."
The man pushed up his glasses and glanced over with a sharp look. "If I remember correctly, you seem to have a Predator."
This is the only one of its kind in the country, and he was the one who got all the formalities done.
Don't mention it, it would be murderous and heartbreaking.
Young Master Rong's heart was stabbed to pieces, and blood vessels were about to burst. "Oh my god, I don't know which bastard stole my two super-large containers."
He didn't even have the chance to touch the three top-notch off-road vehicles and containers full of top-notch accessories that he had been dreaming of.
It’s bad enough that he stole valuable things, but he even took slippers. Throw it away!
"Cousin, is this a ghost? The lock on the club's main door was still working, but the window on the second-floor toilet was broken. How did they get two containers that big to disappear out of thin air?"
The boss didn't even blink, "It was probably done by one of your internal employees. Breaking the second floor window was just a diversion."
"Impossible!" Young Master Rong was very confident. "The club's door needs my fingerprint, facial and pupil recognition. Only when all three are combined can it be opened. Otherwise, it is like a copper wall fortress. There is absolutely no way anyone can open it."
"These three things can only be identified with electronic equipment." The boss was worried about his IQ. "If you are so sure, how did you open the door after the flood?"
The second generation of slippers whose IQ is insulted, "..."
He was not convinced and suddenly changed the subject, "Cousin, I heard that your office was also broken into. Could it be that it was also done by an internal employee?"
"It was pried open."
The boss pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "But they are not internal employees. They are survivors who are collecting supplies."
Young Master Rong, who had lost a lot of blood, gloated, "Tell me what you lost, and make me happy."
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