The past two years of separation were not good memories for them, and even more of a disaster for Zheng Weili, so Jiang Ning was tactful and did not ask any more questions.

After saying goodbye and going downstairs, Huo Yishen was already waiting at the intersection outside.

The three people and the dog went home, and 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 heartless, but in fact he swallows all the bitterness in his stomach. I think he is almost tortured to the point of being sick."

If Zhang Chao hadn't counseled him normally, he would probably have followed in Zheng Weili's footsteps.

In the end times of natural disasters, the cruelty of reality, and the mental torture, how many people can still maintain mental health?

Back at the community, there was a new notice at the security booth that the property management committee would hold the first owners' meeting to discuss property tax collection and jointly create a green environment. The meeting would start at 8 o'clock in the evening.

As expected, one only knows how painful it is after being beaten. This time, no one dares to ignore Building 50.

After dinner, Jiang Ning and Huo Yishen attended on time.

Almost all the families were there, flattering each other, and the atmosphere was peaceful. If you didn't know, you would think they were having a cocktail party.

The two of them didn't want to join in the fun, so they found a corner and sat quietly.

As his eyes 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, black leather shoes, and a slightly protruding beer belly. She greeted people everywhere.

This should be Mr. Chen, Chen Yanfei's father.

"Brother Huo." Qin Chuan followed them to the venue and decisively sat down next to the two of them.

Erdao merchants always love gossip to quickly narrow the distance between each other, especially after learning that Jiang Ning fed shit to the owner of the swimming pool party, he felt even more excited.

He glanced at the crowd, lowered his voice and revealed the secret, "Sister-in-law, look at the man in a suit and glasses, he is the male owner of the Yangluo family. Do

n't be fooled by his decent appearance, he is actually a scoundrel. The red flag is flying high at home, and the colorful flags are flying outside. He brought the illegitimate child home to be raised by the principal wife."

Jiang Ning frowned, "How do you know so much?"

"Ha, there is nothing we don't know in our business."

Qin Chuan continued to reveal the secret, "Speaking of which, Mrs. Chen is also pitiful. She seemed to be a rich lady before, but later her family fell into poverty. In order to solve the business crisis, she got married. Unfortunately, she hurt her body after giving birth and could no longer get pregnant. She could only turn a blind eye and let her husband fool around outside."

Almost all rich people are like this. The couple appear to be in love on the surface, but in fact they are having a lot of fun behind the scenes.

Jiang Ning smiled but said nothing.

Most of the owners had arrived, and Young Master Rong came on stage with the background music playing, instantly blinding everyone. He

was wearing a floral shirt, cropped trousers, slippers, and a military coat.

Ah, this... is he really not from a mental hospital?

Even so, he still captured the hearts of all the celebrities present. Their faces were full of infatuation and admiration, and they wanted to stick to him on the spot.

Jiang Ning wanted to say that the charm of the richest family is really great.

Even if Young Master Rong is a pile of shit, in their eyes, he is still chocolate-flavored shit.

So delicious!

Young Master Rong looked around the venue, stepped on his slippers and walked to the corner decisively, sat down in front of Jiang Ning, then turned his head and smiled at her, "Sister."

Please wake up a little, she really doesn't want to be splashed with dirt on her door again.

It is said that you don't hit a smiling person, but Jiang Ning didn't give him a good look, "Sorry, you seem to be older than me."

Young Master Rong smiled nastily, "Age is not a factor in the end times, and beautiful women with ability are called sisters."

Capable? Thinking back to working under him, he was almost scolded, but he didn't expect that he would rise up in the end times and sing like a peasant slave.

Jiang Ning was too lazy to deal with the lunatic, and her attention was attracted by the man next to him.

He was in his early thirties, with cold and proud features, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a high-end custom-made Armani suit, long legs with nowhere to put, and spotless leather shoes with a cold glow.

The domineering aura swept over Jiang Ning, almost making him faint.

No, it has been three years since the end of the world, and the domineering CEO is still so tenacious?

Sure enough, the end of the world is just the end of the world for ordinary people.

The owners' meeting was presided over by Vice Chairman Mrs. Xiao, who wore a cheongsam and a fox fur coat. She was not only noble and imposing, but also spoke nicely.

Jiang Ning remembered her, because she was the one who took the lead in the last incident of exclusion and humiliation.

The owners' meeting was very simple, and the focus was on the calculation method of property fees.

Where there are people,

there are disputes. Even the upper class is divided into different classes. Previously, several members of the property management committee met and decided that the property fee would be calculated on a household basis, and each household would temporarily pay 20 kilograms of rice and flour per month. The one-size-fits-all approach from above naturally caused some opinions from those below. They were not interested in the little material resources, but they were upset when they saw 50 houses become the owners.

So they proposed that the property fee should not be a one-size-fits-all approach, and it would be reasonable to charge according to the area of ​​the villa.

Even the Rong family kept a low profile, and Mrs. Xiao did not dare to make a decision on her own. After several people discussed, they held a meeting.

Seeing that Sister Jiang ignored him, Young Master Rong crossed his legs and chatted with the man next to him with his hairy feet showing, "Cousin, can you help me get some off-road vehicles?"

The boss was 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, "At least give me an Umoni."

The man pushed his glasses and glanced at him with sharp eyes, "If I remember correctly, you seem to have got a Predator."

It was the only one of its kind in the country, and he had to step in to get all the formalities done.

Don't mention it, it's murderous to mention it.

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-level off-road vehicles and the containers full of top-level accessories that he had been thinking about.

Not only did they steal valuable items, but they even took slippers. Damn!

"Cousin, do you think you have seen a ghost? The lock of the club's main door is still good, but the window of the toilet on the second floor is broken. How did they get two such large containers that disappeared out of thin air?"

The domineering CEO didn't even blink, "It was probably done by your internal employees. Breaking the window on the second floor was just a diversion of attention."

"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. No one can open it."

"These three things need to be identified with electronic equipment." The domineering CEO was worried about his IQ. "Since you are so sure, how did you open the door in the future?" "

The second generation of slippers whose IQ was insulted,"... "

He was not convinced in his heart, and suddenly changed the subject, "Cousin, I heard that your office was also broken into. Could it be that it was done by an internal employee?"

"It was broken into."

The boss pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, "But it wasn't an internal employee, but a survivor who was collecting supplies."

Rong San Shao, who had lost a lot of blood, took pleasure in the misfortune, "Tell me what you lost, and make me happy."