Chapter 11 This person has a mouth, strength, and is richer and more powerful than her.
After Ji Tanyuan finished touching up her makeup, she took his arm.
Inside the door, Yu Jiang, the chairman of Tianzheng, who had been waiting for a long time, stood up, and Zhong Yan stepped forward with a smile.
"Mr. Yu, I'm sorry, there was a traffic jam on the way, I kept you and Mrs. Yu waiting."
“We just arrived as well, Mr. Zhong, we are already honored that you could come.”
"Not at all, you are my elder." Zhong Yan shook hands with the person.
Yu Jiang smiled humbly, his face full of modesty, and shook his head. How could he be worthy of being the elder of the Crown Prince?
It's good enough that he can live a good life.
"This must be Tan Yuan. You've grown so much now. I used to hold you when you were little."
Ji Tanyuan smiled and said, "Uncle Yu, I remember you. You haven't changed at all since I was a child. You haven't aged at all."
After exchanging pleasantries, everyone took their seats.
Ji Tanyuan thought to herself that this might be the daily routine of her future married life, arguing one second and putting on a smiling act the next.
She didn't want to argue with Zhong Yan, not because it would affect their relationship, but mainly because she couldn't win the argument.
This person has a mouth, strength, and is richer and more powerful than her.
Ji Tanyuan suddenly remembered what her friend Zhang Zhang had said the day before her wedding. She said that if she married into a family like the Zhong family in the capital, it wouldn't be a perfect match in terms of social status, and since there was no emotional foundation and it was a marriage of convenience, she would just be going there to suffer a setback.
This frustration isn't about money, it's about family background. That's why authors in novels always portray princes as being from the Beijing elite circle—because the title "prince" carries a connotation of power.
Yanjing, the political center and the center of power, is a place where people not only have money but also power. Most of them have power first and then money, which is different from the upper class in Shanghai who have emerged from the advantages of finance and economy.
The former makes money by exploiting information asymmetry, valuing connections and resources above all else. They don't talk about money, which may seem vulgar, but they are playing the game of resource integration. In short, it's like a shallow pond with many turtles, and there are big shots everywhere. Don't care what kind of car someone drives, even if it's a Santana, they might have an old man at home.
However, the latter involves having money first and then having an information gap, organizing resource connections, and having corresponding market prices for meetings, meals, and drinks.
However, their only common ground is that they disapprove of each other's behavior and their resources are not shared in a closed loop.
The rich kids from Hujiang say the rich kids from Yanjing are tacky, and the rich kids from Yanjing say the rich kids from Hujiang are stupid.
Ji Tanyuan realized she had gotten carried away again, and just as she was about to continue thinking about how to deal with Zhong Yan, she was pinched on the waist.
"Have some water."
Ji Tanyuan took the cup and took a sip.
Mrs. Yu, who was standing next to her, smiled and said, "You two seem to have a good relationship."
Ji Tanyuan nodded, "It's alright."
Mrs. Yu: "Are you getting used to the lifestyle? I remember you prefer light flavors."
Ji Tanyuan said softly, "It's alright, the chef at home cooked it to my liking."
Yu Jiang took out a bowl. "Actually, it's okay to add more water to this dish. It's mild in flavor and suits Tan Yuan well."
Zhong Yan smiled and said, "No need to add anything."
Yu Jiang laughed twice, "That won't do. You have to ask Tan Yuan. Tan Yuan is from Shanghai, so we have to consider her tastes."
Zhong Yan's smile faded. "Chairman Yu, soups are cooked to a specific temperature, and the amount of water used depends on the seasonings and ingredients. If you say the soup is already cooked, adding water would ruin the dish."
"Of course, if you don't like it, I won't force you."
He's even thinking of adding money to the acquisition deal at the last minute. This guy surnamed Yu is really dishonest.
Zhong Yan lowered his head, the gentle light reflecting on his face with a touch of tenderness, and asked as if they had been married for many years, "Do you like the taste?"
"Perfect."
Ji Tanyuan took a sip. "It's just right. Uncle Yu, you should try some too."
Yu Jiang nodded, "That's good. I was worried you wouldn't like it, since I don't like it."
Ji Tanyuan put down her bowl, feeling utterly bored, and noticed the group of shrewd people who were talking in riddles.
From then on, Ji Tanyuan kept quiet as much as possible.
"You know what, I can totally understand why your grandma turned out this way now. You all forced her to this point," Ji Tanyuan said after the dinner.
"Her words are loaded with hidden meanings, she's just putting on an act. She can't play the game, so this is the only way she can torment each other."
"..."
Zhong Yan was already used to Miss Ji's thought process, and could even chime in with a few words: "You can talk to her more, maybe the relationship can be eased."
Ji Tanyuan chuckled, and the two walked slowly forward. The tall, imposing man actually exuded a harmonious warmth, but they had both unintentionally skipped over the conflict. Neither of them wanted to argue anymore; they were too tired.
"Ayan." A voice finally broke the silence.
Ji Tanyuan and Zhong Yan turned their heads at the same time and saw Shu Yun and the others.
Ji Tanyuan had already reached the bottom of the steps, a few steps away from the car. She was about to go back. "They should invite you to a get-together. You go ahead, I'll head back first."
Zhong Yan was still on the steps. He looked down at Ji Tanyuan and said, "You should go too."
Ji Tanyuan smiled and said, "If things go this way, no one will be happy. Anyway, I'm tired, but I had a good time."
He then opened the car door and got in.
In the rearview mirror, Ji Tanyuan watched Shuyun run towards Zhong Yan, followed by a group of people, all well-known figures in Yanjing City. Under the mansion's lights, the scene was dazzling and extravagant.
Inside the Maybach, it was dimly lit, and the driver in the front seat didn't make a sound; it was eerily quiet.
Ji Tanyuan closed her eyes. The Ji family was able to fight their way out of the dead end of the business war in the south, so things weren't too bad for them now.
She knew from the beginning that Zhong Yan didn't want a serious collaboration. The Zhong family wanted both: they wanted the Ji family's technology patent cooperation and they wanted to seize the new economic market in the south. If the Zhong family wanted it, who could stop them?
Isn't Yu Jiang a prime example? Her once-thriving group was still acquired. She should feel lucky that the Ji family had the option of cooperation when they were on the verge of collapse, instead of being swallowed up right away.
When Ji Tanyuan entered the house, there was no one there. The room was as clean and tidy as a prefab house, devoid of any human presence. The sudden ringing of the telephone seemed particularly abrupt.
Ji Tanyuan sat on the sofa, her head resting on the backrest, her arms outstretched, holding her phone up to look at the contact name before slowly answering the call.
A gentle, deep voice came from the other end:
“Brilliant”.
Everything was fine until she suddenly heard the voice on the other end, and Ji Tanyuan felt a strange pang of sadness.
"dad."
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