"Mr. Qin, this is the first ti we are eting. I am Zhang Yuanzhuo, Old Mr. Qin’s assistant. It’s a pleasure to see you." Zhang Yuanzhuo’s attitude toward Qin Jiran was very respectful, but no matter what was shown on his face, it couldn’t represent what he was truly thinking.
Qin Jiran had never t Zhang Yuanzhuo before, but with just one glance, he knew this was an extrely shrewd man. It was no wonder he had been able to stay by Old Master Qin’s side for over twenty years.
"Mr. Zhang, you should know that no matter how many tis you co, my mind won’t change." Qin Jiran’s attitude was very cold, and he didn’t even bother with empty pleasantries, directly expressing his opinion.
"Man proposes, God disposes. There is nothing that can’t be changed. Mr. Qin, don’t you really want to know how Elder Qin will draft his will? Maybe it will involve you." As Zhang Yuanzhuo spoke, his gaze never left Qin Jiran’s face; he didn’t believe Qin Jiran was uninterested in the Qin family’s inheritance, especially when there was a high possibility it might pertain to him!
Money, power, who doesn’t like them? In his view, even though Qin Jiran was a film emperor, he was still just an artist, and how could he compare with the wealth and power of the Qin family? Moreover, there was the issue with the Su family. Analyzing from a man’s perspective, he himself wouldn’t want his wife to be more powerful than him. Wouldn’t Qin Jiran want to inherit the Qin family’s estate and then stand on equal footing with the Su family?
To persuade Qin Jiran, Zhang Yuanzhuo had also pondered many issues, thus visiting on Old Master Qin’s hint.
And choosing to visit Qin Jiran at this villa was a well-considered decision by Zhang Yuanzhuo. After all, he wanted to entice Qin Jiran to et Old Master Qin using the inheritance. He didn’t want too many people to know about these matters and didn’t want the Su family to intervene, so he found such an opportunity.
Qin Jiran thought Zhang Yuanzhuo must have a problem with his brain. He had refused so many tis already, so why was he still asking such aningless questions?
Qin Jiran beca angry, and his speech beca even less polite, "You like money, are willing to do anything for money, even willing to recognize soone who abandoned you as your father for the sake of inheritance. But I’m not willing. I don’t want to have anything to do with the Qin family. No matter what they give , even if it’s ten billion or one hundred billion, I disdain it. Do you understand what I’m saying?"
Zhang Yuanzhuo’s expression turned ugly. Qin Jiran was clearly accusing him of projecting his own petty thoughts onto him. While he might think this way, having it said out loud was quite embarrassing.
"Mr. Qin, there’s no need for personal attacks," Zhang Yuanzhuo said, his complexion becoming sowhat gloomy. But rembering the task he was here for, he still couldn’t afford to fallout.
"I just want you to know that your words won’t sway in the slightest. So please, stop wasting words, okay? My ti is very precious too." Qin Jiran was becoming impatient. Zhang Yuanzhuo seed very polite on the surface, but he felt like a pestering plaster, rudely insisting again and again, and his words were becoming increasingly unpleasant.
"I don’t want to waste your ti either, but the task Old Master Qin gave was to see you face to face. So no matter what, I must take you to et him!" Zhang Yuanzhuo’s tone was very firm. Both Old Master Qin and he always focused on the result, not caring about the process. So even if it ant being shaless, he had to grind Qin Jiran down to et Old Master Qin!
Qin Jiran’s expression turned even uglier, clearly, this man was looking for a confrontation!
"Not going!" Qin Jiran stood up, spat out two cold words sharply, and then left with a chill in his step, believing this person wasn’t even worth eting.
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