100 styles of Sheng Shao's wife

Chapter 2352 father and son are worried

"Is it true?" Jun Hao asked him jokingly, "What you say is like water poured out, and you can't take it back."

Mu Yijun answered him seriously, "Of course it's true! I tell you, you must come to my place! Don't go with others!" He didn't forget to warn.

"Okay, thank you." Jun Hao agreed with a gentle voice, "I'll wait for you to come back."

"Then you wait for me, we will talk in detail when we get back, and make an appointment for dinner together." Mu Yijun said happily, "I'm married! Let me introduce my wife to you."

"Okay." The corners of Shen Junhao's lips curled up, his mood was very calm.

The call is over.

In fact, Jun Hao knew Tang Tang. He and she were both students of Lanceau Business School, and they had a mutual friend—Shi Ying.

When we graduated, we were pretty close.

It's just that Mu Yijun didn't think of this, he was dazzled by happiness, and didn't think that they knew each other in the first place.

Mu Yijun is so happy!Recruited another genius boy!One Shen Junhao is worth ten or eight graduate students.

London.

In the stunningly beautiful castle, Mu Yijun and Tang Tang were having breakfast. Tang Tang was listening to the call the whole time. She knew that the other party was Jun Hao, and she also knew that Jun Hao was going to work in Mu's Group. This made Tang Tang feel very sad. Happy.

Jun Hao is an excellent boy, he has been excellent since he was in school, but he has endured too much...

Emotions, life experiences, experiences...

This year, he shouldn't have had an easy time, right?

As a friend, Tang Tang couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional, he could only watch helplessly, and couldn't help him with anything.

But fortunately, Jun Hao has also found the other half of his life, and has a home of his own. His life is finally moving closer to happiness.

In the same morning, in a presidential suite at the Grand Hotel London.

Five minutes ago, the waiter brought in the small dining car with a hearty breakfast. Jingwei and Jingke sat on the sofa in front of the window, and the air was a little oppressive.

silence……

Both of them frowned, their faces were as cold as ice, and they both looked a little anxious.

Jingke picked up his mobile phone and dialed that number again, but the prompt to shut down the phone still came, which made him extremely uneasy.

A few gleams of light flickered in Jingwei's deep eyes... fiddled with the phone in boredom.

Silence... dead silence.

He raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man sitting across from him, "Dad, how much did you pay for your relationship? Why did it have such an effect? ​​Who did you find? Is that person reliable?" There was some impatience and some blame in his tone.

"I found John, and he gave me 3000 million. He said it's okay, because the quota is determined by them." Jingke sighed, "It's not cheap to buy two quotas for 3000 million."

"Which John?" Jing Weijun frowned slightly, "What's the origin?"

Jingke thought for a while, "He is the person in charge of this meeting. He is very familiar with the host. They have a very good relationship in private. They have accepted many important interviews together. They are reliable people and have dealt with them before. People are very enthusiastic."

"Then what's the situation now?" The young man spread his hands and said dissatisfied, "I said I can go, but the invitation letter has not been delivered, so I gave him the address yesterday, and I waited for him for a day. If you send it yourself, you should find someone to send it to you, right? It’s just an invitation letter, and it won’t take much time.”

Jingwei thought that person was unreliable!

Listening to his son's complaints, Jingke was also depressed. This was an unexpected situation.

Why did you promise to send an invitation letter, but didn't send it?
Jingwei frowned tightly, he was impatient!Even breathing became a little heavy.

"Oh, I don't know what's going on." Jingke sighed, completely confused, "Isn't this a phone call? I'll check again."

Call again, still can't get through, this is what Jingwei expected.

"It probably won't work." Jingwei said lazily, "Did he do it on purpose?"

"..." Jingke didn't dare to jump to conclusions, after all, he gave him 3000 million.

Jingwei's stern face was a little cold, and his thin lips opened and closed, giving some guesses, "Is it true that mobile phones are not allowed when entering the club? The signal is automatically blocked? Did they go early?"

"Then the invitation letter should have been sent yesterday..."

"It's also possible that I forgot." Jingwei is still willing to believe that the 3000 million yuan is not in vain.

Hearing what his son said, Jing Ke suddenly realized, "It's possible, it's possible that the mobile phone is automatically blocked." A light flashed in the dull eyes of the middle-aged man!
Jingwei made a decisive decision, "Let's have breakfast first, and go over to have a look."

"it is good!"

Only then did Jingke gain some appetite. He set his eyes on the small dining car, picked up the bread and prepared to eat it. The more he gnawed, the more vigorous he was. He felt that his son should have guessed the truth of the matter.

"Serena, you eat some too, let's go and have a look together after eating!" Until now, Jing Ke still has hope.

Jingwei was not interested, and still felt that this matter was unreliable!
But he was indeed hungry. He leaned forward and took a sip from his milk cup. 3000 million yuan is still so unreliable!
After breakfast, the father and son set off.

It's not far from the clubhouse, which is the main reason they chose this hotel.

The clubhouse is located in a magnificent Georgian castle dating back to 1741. It was refurbished in 1998 and is particularly spectacular. The people who usually come and go here are all European upper class people, either rich or expensive, and the consumption here is particularly expensive.

It was booked out today, and some journalists from various countries who were invited or heard the news had already been waiting in the Dapingli in front of the clubhouse.

Everyone hung their press cards on their chests and held microphones. Some held their cameras aloft, while others carried cameras on their shoulders. Anyway, it was very spectacular.

Before nine o'clock, luxury cars drove over and stopped.

The reporters will go to interview them, they can speak various languages, they are gentlemen and polite, and they will not let any of the protagonists go.

When Jingke's car stopped, reporters also surrounded him.

The windows were closed, and the situation was inexplicably tense.

Jing Wei, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned his eyes, and his eyes briefly converged with his father, and then the two of them unbuttoned their seat belts, both a little calm.

As soon as they opened the door, they were surrounded by reporters. They tried to get out of the car and walked forward.

"Hi sir, may I ask which group you are from?"

"Hello, is it convenient for an interview?"

"Sir, what is your unique view on the direction of the global economy? Can you share it with us in advance?"

Everyone is very smart and asks questions directly in Chinese.

Jingke Jingwei's suits and leather shoes are quite stylish. After all, they are also people who have seen big scenes. With their heads lowered and serious faces, they walked towards the door of the club.

The reporter who wanted to interview them held up a microphone to ask questions in front of them, and then walked backwards by themselves.

"Sir, there is still one hour before the meeting starts, please answer a few questions for us first."

"May I ask which group you represent?"

"Sir, can you say a few words? How do you feel about being able to attend such an important meeting?"

(End of this chapter)