Feng Nanshu lowered his head and looked at his legs. They were slender and well-proportioned, but not skinny. Instead, they felt a bit fleshy. They were particularly beautiful when wrapped in black stockings, especially the little black feet, which were extremely exquisite.
“But I am obviously Heisinan.” The little rich woman looked a little confused.
Gao Wenhui turned over and looked at her: “Don’t forget, in addition to being your husband, he is also a miser, that’s why you have Jin Younan.”
“So that’s it, Wenhui, you are a good person.”
Gao Wenhui snorted and said, of course, I will sit at the main table in the future.
In the following period, the overall work continued to advance, and the companies that had received financing began to make rapid arrangements, chasing the four brands that were already leading the round.
Zero Hour Convenience Store, Chunle KTV, Linchuan BBQ, and Weiner Hotel, all brands born in Linchuan, whether old or new, are developing better and faster.
Jiang Qin began to slow down his pace of life and deal with some trivial matters in life step by step.
On Monday, I got up in the morning and went to class. The teacher spoke so nicely. I saw Duke Zhou after only two sentences.
On Tuesday, I chatted with Principal Zhang and walked the dog with Professor Yan. The two old men were in good spirits and should be able to live in the villa I planned to give them.
On Wednesday, Taobao’s first Double Eleven Shopping Festival was very effective, earning 1 million in advertising fees.
On Thursday, I received a call from Teacher Chen and took Feng Nanshu to hold a parent-teacher meeting for He Manqi. When I came back, my mind seemed to be broken. I actually dreamed about the crystallization of friendship in kindergarten.
On Friday, I had dinner with members of the Linchuan Business Gang and received a call from my dad asking me if I could help Lin Ling find a job.
Lin Ling is the cousin she met at Lin Peng’s wedding banquet that day, and her father is Jiang Qin’s distant third uncle, named Lin Dehuai.
According to Jiang Zhenghong, when his family was very poor, Lin Dehuai’s family once helped them.
This is not a strange thing, because no matter which side of the family there are always good and bad relatives.
The school Lin Ling graduated from was not very good, and she did not continue her studies. She had found several jobs with very low wages, and the work unit was not very good, so she wanted to ask Jiang Qin to ask.
So Jiang Qin made an appointment and asked them to go to No. 102 Xinghong Road at nine o’clock in the morning, which is now the Linchuan Business Gang Comprehensive Office.
That day happened to be the Winter Clothes Festival. There were people burning fire paper at the intersection, and the temperature was a bit cold. Jiang Qin drove slowly through the street. When he arrived at No. 102 Xinghong Road, Lin Dehuai and his family were already waiting at the door, accompanying him. There are several other relatives.
Jiang Qin got out of the car, took out a bag of Huazi, and divided it among several men present.
“This is your third aunt, this is your cousin Lin Tong, your third aunt Zhao Xiangqin, your cousin Lin Feng, and Lingling, my daughter, whom you met last time.”
Jiang Qin greeted one by one: “It’s quite cold, let’s go in first and then talk.”
All the relatives turned their heads and glanced at the exclusive courtyard, nodded, and followed Jiang Qin into the courtyard.
“By the way, what major does my cousin major in?” Jiang Qin asked casually.