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He raised his head and looked her eyes squarely: "Otherwise, why should I make you pay for the computer so stubbornly."

Tang wanted to be speechless.

This naive ghost.

She took another glass of wine. Before her mouth touched the side of the glass, Jiang Xiaolin snatched it over: "You have a bad stomach." He drank the glass of wine, "The wine is even worse."

"..."

Indeed, she had a bad wine, and once drank too much, she beat him up.

The two young masters of the Jiang family didn't like to socialize, one on the right and the other on the left, one drinking with a beautiful woman, and one chatting with a friend.

"How did you get the shares in MondenGorup?"

Before Jiang Zhi, Qiao Nanchu also went to talks, but failed every time. The Jiang family is the company with the deepest history in the medical industry. It is no exaggeration to say that the domestic medical market is very large, and the Jiang family accounts for three points. The shares of Monden Gorup are not just as simple as the value of money, there are many intricate connections and collaborations in it, which is why MondenGorup has been reluctant to spit out this piece of sweet pastry for so many years.

Jiang Zhi actually won it in just one day.

"What method did you use?" Qiao Nanchu asked.

"In exchange for JC shares."

JC was founded by Jiang Zhi. Within a few years, it has become famous in the medical and pharmaceutical industry. Even if it is not as good as the Jiang family's foundation and scale, it is developing rapidly. It is normal that MondenGorup will see JC. .

Qiao Nanchu asked casually: "How much did you use?"

According to his estimate, 20% is at the top.

Jiang Zhi said: "25%."

No wonder it was just a visit. According to JC's market value today, 25% of the shares are sky-high.

Qiao Nanchu told the truth: "It's a loss."

"Yeah." He doesn't hurt or itchy.

"Mrs. Jiang has already jumped into the pit. You can do it slowly, why are you still so anxious?" You have to use this method of hurting the enemy by one thousand and eight hundred.

Jiang Zhi was reading the WeChat sent by Zhou Xufang, and his thoughts were not too much for the shares: "Zhou Xufang wants to raise a baby, I want to end it soon, so that she can live a little more stable."

Qiao Nanchu fully understands this point.

Behind the two, Jiang Weier looked at Jiang Zhi for the fourth time.

"Vill."

She retracted her eyes: "Huh?"

Xue Bingxue was very worried: "Don't frown." He brushed her eyebrows with his fingertips, "As long as you speak to me, I will help you."

He also noticed that Jiang Zhi might move.

"How can you help me?"

"The Xue family still has some capital." If the Jiang family has the Xue family's help, it will surely be even more powerful.

He really doesn't hide himself.

Jiang Weier knew very well that as long as she spoke, he would spare no effort, but he represented the Xue family. Once he stood in the Jiang family's camp, he was bound to compete with the Lu family. Jiang Weier shook his head and refused: "I don't want you to turn against Jiang Zhi for me."

The grievances between the Jiang and Lu families have nothing to do with the Xue family, and they are not necessary and involved.

Xue Bingxue didn't think too much, but she couldn't see her frowning: "I will plead with Jiang Zhi, but you and I have to manage."

"I can't control it. If the Lu family and the Jiang family don't have a break, it won't end." Jiang Weier is very sensible, "Besides, the Xue family is a big family, how can you just ignore them."

Xue Bingxue felt sorry for her: "Then what do you do?"

With her family on one side and Jiang Zhi on the other, she had a dilemma: "I have no other requirements, as long as Jiang Zhi and my mother are alive."

Sooner or later, these two people will tear their faces, and they will inevitably break their blood.

At this moment, Xu Jiuru is standing with a few small shareholders of the Jiang family, not knowing what they are discussing, and each is eager to try. Looking at Jiang Zhi again, he held a wine glass in his hand, chatting and drinking.

Jiang Zhi used to be in poor health and never touched alcohol.

"Jiang Zhi was sick," Jiang Weier asked Xue Bingxue, "Did you always know?"

From Jiang Zhi's showdown to her, she sorted out all the ins and outs. It turned out that the medicine jar of her Jiang family's lingering sickbed was the performance.

"Yeah." Xue Bingxue admitted, "I knew it a long time ago."

Jiang Zhi never deliberately concealed him and Qiao Nanchu.

"It's not pretending to be sick. He was really sick before he was sixteen. Your mother has been administering medicine to him through Luo Changfang's hands. If it is not discovered early, he may not survive today." Xue Bingxue said as objectively as possible. In the next few years, he didn't really feel better. In order to fool the doctor and various examinations, he took a lot of drugs with relatively mild side effects. If he hadn't met Zhou Xufang, he should still be sick now."

Just finished talking--

"What do you mean? Why don't I understand? What pretends to be sick?"

Xue Baoyi came over, behind her, walking silently.

Jiang Weier sent him: "You should not have heard."

Is Xue Baoyi such an easy person to send?

Of course not, he immediately ran to Jiang Zhi and took a careful look: "Brother Zhi, you are in good health recently."

Jiang Zhi took a sip of wine: "Yeah."

Xue Baoyi continued to look, her eyes seemed to be stripped of people in and out: "I can't breathe when I walk, or cough when I talk, and my infertility is cured."

Did not mention the point for a long time.

Jiang Zhi's patience is limited: "Speak straight."

Okay, Xue Baoyi asked directly: "Are you ill?"

"Ok."

One word, the answer was quite perfunctory.

Jiang Zhi didn't even ask Xue Baoyi how he knew he was pretending to be sick.

"I used to pretend?" Xue Baoyi had seen him lying on the bed with weak Liu Fufeng, sick and crooked. It was quite delicate and charming, and they were all acting. Xue Baoyi found it incredible.

Jiang Zhi denied: "No."

Xue Baoyi didn't believe it, and stared at him with suspicion: "Then how come the congenital deficiencies that have not been cured for more than ten years are cured all at once?"

Jiang Zhi opened his beautiful peachy eyes and said nonsense: "Believe in medicine and don't give up treatment."

"..."

This bowl of poisonous chicken soup.

Xue Baoyi hummed: "I believe you a ghost!"