How did I become a god

Chapter 1695 Banquet
Time flies, and before you know it, it's already past two in the afternoon.

Jing Gao, feeling refreshed, changed into the comfortable summer casual clothes that Feng Xuehua had prepared for him and walked out of the bedroom.

In the living room outside, his icy beauty assistant Zheng Xiaobing was already waiting with Wen Xiaoli. He had instructed Lili, that lovely girl, to call Xiaobing over while he was showering.

Dressed in a black and white business suit, exuding a capable yet aloof air, and with a tall and slender figure, Zheng Xiaobing smiled and gave Jing Gao a hug: "Brother Jing, you're really quite the ladies' man. Five of them together, and all of them are such stunning mature women. Are your legs weak now?"

Jing Gao inhaled the fragrance of her hair, gently put his arm around her slender waist, and smiled, "Not bad."

Zheng Xiaobing smiled and whispered in her lover's ear, "Brother, you should learn some Taoist techniques to avoid hurting your body. Sister Guan Guan has already sent someone to inquire about it, so you'll have to find some time to visit the old Taoist priest."

As he spoke, he reached out and took a thermos from Wen Xiaoli's hand, handing it to Jing Gao. It contained traditional Chinese medicine to nourish the body.

"Alright! You can keep track of my schedule." Jing Gao took the Chinese medicine, drank it all in one gulp, and found it slightly sweet.

It must be said that this master of traditional Chinese medicine is truly something; the flavor he prepared suited his taste perfectly.

"Xiao Bing, you need to find me a few female bodyguards later. There are some occasions when Chen Aiyang and the others can't accompany me."

Today, Xiao Feng brought him to this luxurious suite, but it would be best to check it out first. He can't always take risks. What if Xiao Feng is a skilled actor? If today's events were filmed, it could send him to jail and destroy his business empire.

“Okay, I will communicate with various parties and find a suitable candidate.” Zheng Xiaobing readily agreed, lightly kissed Jing Gao’s lips, and said with a smile, “You smell like ginseng.”

Jing Gao chuckled and patted the rounded drum-shaped leather under her black baggy skirt. "Go ahead and arrange accommodations for those four stunningly beautiful women in Shanghai. We'll discuss their specific arrangements later. I've already promised them."

Just now, Zhizhi reminded the stunningly beautiful Western Region woman, Ayiguli, that if she continued to stay with the Western Regions Song and Dance Troupe, she would have little to do with him in the future.

Why not move to Shanghai to live and work? Dancing can be done anywhere.

He had just promised this beautiful orchid woman that he would find an opportunity to arrange for her to become a dance teacher at the Shanghai Theatre Academy.

Zheng Xiaobing covered her mouth and giggled. She gave Jing Gao a bright and coquettish look, her eyes sparkling with teasing: "Sister Guan Guan just received two villas in Tomson Golf Club. Now they're going to be filled up by your new lovers."

Jing Gao chuckled and asked, "Xiao Bing, once the apartment complex is bought, there won't be so many worries anymore."

We already discussed this matter in the car that came this morning. Xiao Bing will be in charge, and Cheng Fangyi, that very flirtatious big bear beauty, will cooperate.

Zheng Xiaobing said, "Alright, Brother Jing, Lily will take you to the party, and I'll clean up after you."

"Okay." Jing Gao hugged Lily and kissed her. "Lily, you've worked hard today."

Wen Xiaoli understood what he meant. She ate her ice cream and cleaned up, a gentle smile on her face, her heart warm. "Brother Jing, I'm willing to do anything for you."

"Silly Lily." Jing Gao smiled slightly, gently patted her face, and let the pretty and elegant girl lead the way.

The sunlight in the corridor was still intense.

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The Feng family's luncheon was not a traditional Chinese meal, but rather a Western-style cocktail party. The banquet hall was decorated, with dazzling crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, and the midday light was soft and bright.

The room is surrounded by huge arched floor-to-ceiling windows, with expensive velvet curtains drawn up, and outside the windows are a well-maintained lawn and a small fountain, lush and green.

Inside the hall, the orchestra played soft, melodious instrumental music, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of cigars, the lingering scents of fine perfumes, and the mingled fragrance of coffee and wine. Long tables were covered with snow-white tablecloths, silver cutlery gleamed, and exquisite cold dishes, desserts, and a variety of drinks were displayed. Waiters in crisp uniforms moved silently among the tables.

Actually, the party was nearing its end at 2 PM, and the atmosphere in the banquet hall was relaxed and casual. But when Inoue appeared, he was still the absolute focus of attention.

He didn't go to chat with Feng Xinjian, Zhong Siyuan, Fang Jianze, Wei Tangping and others anymore; the balance of interests had already been decided in the living room on the first floor.

He was pulled by Zhong Yulan to sit down and chat with the young people, all of whom were promising young talents carefully cultivated by the Feng, Zhong, Fang, and Wei families.

The next generation of talented individuals from these four families, like soldiers awaiting inspection, sat down around Jing Gao with eager and respectful eyes.

Jing Gao had used up a lot of energy at noon, so he asked Zhong Yulan to get a plate of clean shrimp, casually picked up a glass of juice, and sat on the sofa in a relaxed posture.

Wen Xiaoli, a mature and beautiful woman of thirty-seven years old, wearing a beige silk dress, peeled it open and fed it to him.

Zhong Yulan wanted to take this job but failed.

Guo Qianqian and Chu Wenjun, the two beautiful assistants waiting in the banquet hall, also came over and stood behind Jing Gao, waiting for his instructions.

Aside from Zhong Yulan, an "old friend," the four people sitting closest to the sectional sofa next to Jing Gao's coffee table were all from the same group.

It was obvious that this was the most outstanding young talent among the four families of Feng, Zhong, Fang, and Wei. When they looked at Jing Gao, their expressions contained scrutiny, as well as an undisguised awe and a hint of flattery.

The reason for this scrutiny is that a family like theirs really couldn't see where Jing Gao's abilities lay.
For example, Cheng Wei built Didi into a major player, dominating the market during the peak of the sharing economy era.

That's quite impressive!
How did Jing Gao do it? He funded the acquisition of Uber's China business and then acquired Didi.

This is just bullying people because they have more money!

If you replace any one of them in Jinggao's position, you'll get the same result.

But at the same time, they couldn't help but feel awe for this "ordinary" man.

Because Jing Gao truly has the power to determine the "honor and disgrace, rise and fall" of the four families. The humility and flattery of the leaders of each family during the conversation in the living room this morning were evident.

How dare they be negligent?
This brief encounter will determine the upper limit of their lives! For a person's lifelong development, the platform and opportunities are very important, and Jinggao's recognition represents both of these things.

If they don't realize this, they can't be considered the most outstanding young people among the four families.

If it weren't for Zhong Yulan's familiarity with him and the fact that she was a woman, she wouldn't have had the chance to meet him at all in Shenghai Beach.

How many business tycoons and bigwigs would want to sit down and have a cup of tea with Jing Gao but can't?

"What were you guys talking about before?" Jing Gao asked with a smile, chewing on the lobster Lily fed him and taking a sip of juice.

Zhong Wu replied, "President Jing, we were discussing the development of Mingyuan Group's liquor business after you took control of it."

He was thirty-four years old, tall and handsome, wearing a well-fitting custom-made suit, with a low-key Patek Philippe watch on his wrist. He had an outstanding temperament, with a touch of scholarly air, but deep in his eyes was a sharpness and determination.

He was one of Ouyang Wan's many suitors.

(End of this chapter)