Xia Yuzheng was delayed by Shen Zhixi so much that he forgot he was going to the restroom, turned around at the door of the private room, and went back in, where Jiang Jiujue and Xu He were chatting rrily.
Jiang Jiujue’s cheeks were flushed with two clumps of red, his face gleaming with oil, and half of a bottle of strong-aroma Moutai was left in front of him. Squinting his eyes, he laughed heartily like an old imp who descended to the mortal world to steal so wine.
Godear is actually a Western restaurant, but they have all kinds of alcohol.
Whatever that little ancestor likes to drink, they have it here.
It’s hard to tell whether Jiang Xuan truly accepted the marriage between himself and Xia Ye or if it was the alcohol talking, but the atmosphere today was very harmonious.
Xu He also hoped the old man was happy, but the speed at which the Moutai was consud was indeed getting faster. Jiang had been in a coma for several years; could his body handle it?
"Old man, drink slowly, try this cream stew."
Jiang Jiujue smiled and agreed, "Alright, let’s settle on that. When Yeye graduates from college, we’ll arrange the engagent for these two kids."
Xu He smiled with pursed lips, "Okay, we’ll arrange the engagent then."
Xu He rembered how many years ago, Jiang Jiujue, the old master, made a formal marriage book for Yunzhou and Little Tiangao, found a witness, and arranged a child betrothal. Today, it was much less complicated as the two families were harmoniously agreed upon just by word.
Xu He thought maybe the old master, having recovered from serious illness, saw through the trivial matters; the happiness of the children from both families was what most mattered.
Xia Yuzheng had always seen marriage alliances between powerful families as common practice, and he had not found arranging engagents for his daughter particularly troubling before, but today, the word ’engagent’ suddenly made him feel an indescribable mix of emotions.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, he hesitated to speak, then raised his glass and took a long ti before saying, "Here, old man, let toast to you once more."
Jiang Jiujue: "Okay."
With a glass of Moutai swallowed, Xia Yuzheng suddenly rembered that he had initially gone out to use the restroom.
**
The next day, at 9:30 a.m., the Shen Family’s car unusually drove into the Jiang Corporation building.
The security guard was about to ask, but he saw the secretary lowering Shen Zhixi’s wheelchair from the car and understood the identity of the guest.
"Mr. Shen? Please register at the front desk."
The receptionist wasn’t her usual energetic self and seed sowhat distracted during the registration.
Understandable, since in less than half an hour, it would be clear whether Jiang’s could join the O Alliance.
"Please wait in the lounge area for a while, as you don’t have an appointnt, and we need to contact the CEO’s office first."
The secretary pushed Shen Zhixi to one side of the waiting area, paused for two seconds, and then confird again, "Mr. Shen, are you sure you want to go in person? Aren’t you worried they might know it is you..."
Shen Zhixi was now completely in the mindset of a victor: "The outco is decided; what’s there to worry about?"
He was eager to see Heavenly Dao’s dispirited face.
"Has the thank-you gift for Mr. Smith been transferred?"
"It’s been sent, but it seems they haven’t received it yet, probably too busy today."
"Hmm," Shen Zhixi curiously asked, "Do you think President Jiang knows the chairman of O Alliance?"
The secretary sarcastically replied, "Mr. Shen, you must be joking. If he knew, Jiang’s would have joined O Alliance long ago."
Files were scattered in front of the lounge, and calmly, the two looked up to see a tall, thin figure frantically picking up the papers and running towards the elevator.
Secretary: "They must be going to tip them off."
Shen Zhixi hooked his lips, "No matter."
Shen Jing hurried into the VIP elevator, swiped his card, and pressed the top floor. As the elevator doors closed, the rging mirrors reflected his pale face.
With a ’ding’, as the elevator reached its destination, he dashed out, and with a loud bang, collided with Dong Mao, who had co to greet Mr. Shen.
Shen Jing’s head, hard as a rock, directly hit Dong Mao’s nose, causing Dong Mao to tear up involuntarily: "You son of a..."
Grabbing his clothes, Shen Jing panicked, "It’s over, it’s totally over! You aren’t here waiting for Mr. Shen, are you? Do you know what they are here for? They ca to laugh at our president! It’s all Shen Zhixi’s trap; they’ve made dealings within O Alliance already, we can’t join O Alliance at all," as he spoke, it seed sothing occurred to him: "I must hurry and tell the president to close the door!"
Dong Mao grabbed his arm and pulled him back, "What are you panicking about? You believe everything you hear?"
Shen Jing: "Really, they said unless the chairman of O Alliance shows up, no one can change this outco!"
Dong Mao still responded nonchalantly, "Then let’s find the chairman, look at your spineless attitude."
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