Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 3

On the 52nd floor of Jingyuan Building, behind the large floor-to-ceiling windows, is the regular place for high-level meetings of Jingyuan Group.

The shareholders meeting at the end of the year is being held here.

At the long mahogany table that stretches as far as the eye can see, there are middle-aged men in suits and leather shoes sitting one after another with solemn expressions.

The chairman is the first one, looking at the picture on the screen behind him, summing up the past and looking forward to the coming year.

He combed back his hair meticulously, and his three-piece suit made him look extraordinarily handsome.

My grandfather was right in front of him giving advice, but Jing Sheng was extremely absent-minded, holding the phone in his left hand and flipping it on his lap.

From time to time, he turned on the screen, quickly retracted his chin, and glanced down.

He looked like a high school student who hid his mobile phone on the table and played secretly under the nose of the head teacher.

No call.

No text messages.

Hey?
It stands to reason that almost 24 hours have passed since he reported his name.

That woman's heart is so big, it's fine if she refuses, and she won't go to Baidu to Baidu his name of Jing Sheng?
Or, she has already searched, and the gold-encrusted identity entries and gorgeous news reports popping up all over the screen have already scared her to apply for an emergency visa, and she is busy fleeing abroad?
It's funny just thinking about that scene.

Thinking of this, Jing Sheng couldn't help picking his lips, and laughed silently twice.

hehe.

Being so distracted attracted the chairman's attention, and he called him from afar: "Ah Sheng."

For a moment, two rows of old men looked at him in unison.

Jing Sheng twitched his ears, quickly raised his head, and corrected his appearance: "Grandpa, what's the matter?"

The old man twitched his white beard on his lips and drew out the lines of laughter at the corners of his mouth: "What do you think of the land in Chenfang? Keep it or replace it?"

Chen Fang?

Jing Sheng blinked and reacted for two seconds, oh... just that ghostly place like a slum.

Chenfang is an ancient town in the west of Ningcheng. It has survived the roar of wartime artillery fire since the Republic of China until now, and still retains the afterglow of the green bricks of the year.

It has long been heard in the industry that Jing Yuan's former competitor, Yuanda Real Estate, had been eyeing Chen Fang before.

After all, in the center of the West District, winning it is enough to become a business leader.

As a result, it didn't take long for the demolition to go wrong, and we couldn't reach an agreement with the residents there.

After a few years of procrastination, I simply gave up.

The government's plan to develop the western suburbs has also been shelved.

"Demolition, of course it has to be demolished." Jing Sheng frowned, pretending to analyze the situation seriously: "It should have been demolished a long time ago, the houses over there are no good, I don't understand why those nail households keep occupying them, wanting to renovate and develop into cultural heritage The commercial street won't let it go, and in a few years, they will be the ones who will be hit here and there."

The opponent, Jing Dong nodded: "Well, just right. I discussed with your father and your uncles, and I am going to hand over this task to you. How about you talk about it?"

"..."

The old man's routine caught people off guard, and Jing Sheng was a little stiff.

They are all grandpas, uncles, and dads, and they know how to give him all these thankless projects.

Anyone in this business knows that Chen Fang is a hot potato, and the residents are also made of stone. They are stubborn and rigid, and have no concept of money. The government is difficult to deal with, let alone a group of businessmen like them.

It's been almost ten years. Who would be happy to take on such a bad job after being thrown from another family to our house, and then from the previous generation to this generation.

how about it?
Can he say that I don't want anyone to fall in love with whom?

Jing Sheng organized his thoughts, planned, and resisted a little.

Unexpectedly, Grandpa already thought that he acquiesced, and with a smile made the final decision, announcing:

"It's best to see the effect within a year."

"In this way, once the Spring Festival is over, we can start the project of Shengmao Plaza."

"At that time, our Jingyuan will become the leader in the commercial economy of Chengxi Development Zone."

As soon as this remark came out, all the shareholders praised the company one after another. They enjoyed themselves happily and seemed to be full of confidence in the planned deployment in the next few years.

Then he looked at President Xiao Jing, his eyes full of expectation.

Difficult to get off the tiger, Jing Sheng turned his head and rolled his eyes, finally stood up with his hands on the table, and looked around the audience.In the end, he fixed on the old man on the opposite side, with a half smile: "Thank you grandpa, I will definitely do well."

In the meeting hall, there was thunderous applause, which lasted for a long time.

After the meeting was over, Jing Sheng picked up his notebook and hurried out, wanting to attack his father.

Unexpectedly, the latter took advantage of the flow of people to slip away very quickly, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Not long after, Jing Sheng's phone vibrated, and he looked down.

The text message from Jingyuan, between the lines, is the expectation and encouragement of a benevolent father for his son:

Victory, heavy responsibilities, this is a good opportunity to hone your will and strengthen yourself, come on.

Jing Sheng stood where he was, read the text message back and forth several times, gritted his teeth, and replied:

You are my old man.

Thinking about the second uncle, he must have saved the entire universe in his previous life, he was the president of Jingyuan Film and Television Media, and he has slept with countless female stars, which is enviable.

What about him.

Where does the stink lead him to.

In order to relieve the hatred in his heart, he will go home tonight to chat with his mother, and he has to talk about the breadth of a book. The title of the book is "The Years My Father Didn't Know".

In the afternoon, Jing Sheng returned to the apartment and fell into a deep sleep.

It was already evening when I opened my eyes again, winter nights always come very early, when the curtains are opened, the lights of thousands of houses have already covered the city under my feet with colorful clothes.

Jing Sheng returned to the bed and picked up the phone beside the pillow.

The female surrogate driver still didn't give him any calls or text messages, and he didn't even see a corner.

But my good friend Lin Yue heard that he was in charge of the demolition of Chenfang, so he sent a WeChat message to gloat.

"Jing Erha, hello."

Jing Sheng called him back and asked, "Why did I become Erha?"

Lin Yue replied: "Demolish the house."

Jing Sheng scolded: "Get out of your mother."

Lin Yue grinned: "My dad told me that all the elders in your family said that you have the most aura of gangsters and bandits, so you are suitable for demolition."

Jing Sheng wanted to smash the phone: "...It's really good, I'm really sorry, they are all my ancestors."

Lin Yue asked again: "Do you drink tonight?"

When this matter was mentioned, Jing Sheng became even more angry: "Drinker, what kind of driver did you call for me the day before yesterday?"

Lin Yuehui: "Beauty drives for you. The streets are full of men driving for you. Whenever I call you, it's a woman driving for you. Brother, am I not mean enough?"

Jing Sheng laughed dryly: "It's interesting enough, every call is accurate."

Jing Sheng sat back by the bed, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and asked, "Yue Zi, you downloaded the driving software for me, can you appoint someone to drive for me?"

Lin Yue yelled angrily: "Why, did you see that girl?"

"No."

"That is?"

"start a feud."

"What's the point of having an enmity with a woman?"

"You know a thing, just tell me if it's okay."

"No, I can only choose the owner for the driver."

"Hi..." Jing Sheng sighed, a little disappointed.

"What are you doing?" Lin Yue asked.

Jing Sheng fell back on the bed: "I want to see her."

"Don't you have her phone number?"

Jing Sheng: "No."

Lin Yue sneered: "I also said that I didn't like him."

"It's really not. If you can't make it clear for a while, just meet up and let me say a few words, and it will be done in one go."

"Why don't you give me her call," Lin Yue suggested, "If she doesn't answer your call, it doesn't mean she won't answer other people's calls. Let my wife call, just say it's an old customer of hers who drank too much, no Dare to ask a male driver."

"You still have a bright mind!" Pushing away the clouds and mist, Jing Sheng kicked his legs twice excitedly, and jumped up from the bed.

That night, CENTRAL PARK bar, outside the door.

Yu Zhile was carrying the balance bike, and just as she was about to call the lady who called her just now, someone patted her on the shoulder from behind.

Yu Zhile turned her head vigilantly, and saw a somewhat unfamiliar and familiar face.

As soon as he met her gaze, the visitor pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

The deja vu smile instantly reminded Yu Zhile of who he was.

Today, he even combed his hair partly, exposing his entire forehead, no wonder he didn't recognize it at first glance.

The cold blue neon was flickering, once and for all, rolling over the man's face, as if a dripping cocktail had been splashed on it.

"What a coincidence—a master in the inner circle." The man greeted her, dragging his voice lazily, and gave her a nickname by the way.

Yu Zhile was a little surprised when the little prince who had been beaten by her for a series of life-threatening calls came to her door, but this surprise did not lead to any fear.

She turned around completely, faced him and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, we met by chance, just came to settle accounts." He explained the purpose of coming casually.

Yu Zhile took a ride on the balance car and took a good time: "Speak, I'll listen."

"Yesterday, I asked you to apologize on the phone, but you don't want to," Jing Sheng took out a medical record from his coat pocket, frowned and sighed: "Oh, then I have nothing to do, here are my medical records and checklists, I'm going to call the police, since I hit someone, don't even think about it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Zhile interrupted him and asked three words: "Where's the evidence?"

Jing Sheng didn't realize it for a moment: "What evidence?"

Yu Zhile replied: "Evidence from my hands," and added at the end: "Direct evidence."

Jing Sheng suddenly realized that she wanted to die and not admit it?
He clenched the medical record in his hand, as if he was pinching her lifeblood: "Isn't this evidence? The doctor confirmed that I have been beaten, who else but you, with hands like this, don't even look at who it is Dare to fight."

Yu Zhile's face remained unchanged: "What kind of evidence is this?"

Jing Sheng retorted as if he had heard some joke: "Isn't that considered evidence?"

Yu Zhile replied: "Of course not, can it directly prove that I beat you? The doctor named me as the one who beat you?"

Jing Sheng was stunned by her aggressive questioning.

This woman is obviously a little shorter than her, but she seems to be two inches taller inexplicably.

Jing Sheng pondered, and searched his brains to find other reasons to fight back: "Don't forget, I can apply to check the parking lot surveillance, and it is clear at a glance what you have done to me."

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows, looking mean.

Hearing this, Yu Zhile replied without thinking: "You tune it, anyway, it's in the car."

The implication is that the surveillance can't capture it at all, so what can I do.

Jing Sheng: "..."

Let me go, so the real purpose of calling him into the car is this?
However, the "monitoring" just now provided Jing Sheng with a lot of new ideas, and he quickly replied: "Then can you hide the driving recorder in my car?"

Dao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet tall. He, Jing Sheng, is obviously the big devil.

Yu Zhile frowned slightly, but did not reply for the time being.

"Did you suddenly feel so scared—" Jing Sheng smiled, and casually knocked on the side of the medical record: "Evidence, evidence, I have been asking me for evidence all night, is it annoying? What if there is no evidence In this way, this society is inherently eccentric.”

"Do you know where it is?" He raised his chin and patted himself on the chest: "I—"

Again: "Money—"

Hearing his last words, Yu Zhile opened his eyes and chuckled.

When he turned around again, he looked serious and looked straight at his rascal face: "Mr. Jing, I didn't want to show it, but you said that, so I don't want to hide it either."

She reached out and took out her mobile phone from her trouser pocket: "I recorded the audio that night."

Yu Zhile closed her eyes, and lowered two small pieces of dense eyelashes.

She flipped through the phone, and after finding a certain audio file, she raised her hand and turned the screen completely towards Jing Sheng:
"Do you want to hear it? It's enough to constitute evidence that you have sexually harassed me," the woman showed that faint smile again: "Is there a problem with my self-defense, huh?"

"I know you, Jing Yanhua's grandson," Yu Zhile said calmly:

"Of course I'm not as rich as you, but I've been in the society for a few years, and I know a lot in black and white. Expose the audio of your sexually harassing a female surrogate driver, and I'm sure it will be a good example for your Jing family. The image of the Confucian businessman is fueling the flames, and you can also add credit to your grandfather's long face, right?"

The end of her seemingly plain questioning was like a needle, and the swollen big demon king suddenly froze.

Being turned against the general on the spot, Jing Sheng's original chessboard was completely disintegrated, and after a while, he couldn't squeeze out half a word.

Seeing that he was silent, Yu Zhile lowered his phone and pressed the play button.

After a brief search, Jing Sheng heard very clearly his frivolity in the back seat of the car that night: "I hope I can start somewhere first, I am satisfied..."

"Don't, don't, don't! If you have something to say, play the recording!" After all, he was young and thin-skinned, Jing Sheng hurriedly stopped Yu Zhile's cell phone from being released, and continued to perform this shameful PLAY.

Yu Zhile withdrew his hand, skipped his movements lightly, and at the same time stopped the audio, and asked him: "Is it still settled?"

"Forget it, really forget it," Jing Sheng put the medical record back in his pocket, suppressed all the anger and incomprehension towards the woman in front of him, and sent her a hypocritical and sincere invitation:
"Why don't I buy you a drink, we can settle our grievances, and we should just be friends?"

Two minutes later, Jing Sheng watched the woman disappear into the depths of the night, and at the same time received a concerned text message from a friend:
How about it?Has the goal been achieved?

Jing Sheng slumped his shoulders, as if his body had been hollowed out: he was a bird, and almost put himself in it.

(End of this chapter)