I'm not going to be the kid in the story of a husband abandoning his daughter.

"Is this where Teacher Gu and the others live?"

Outside the gate, Jing Siyu turned her back to the camera, looking at the blue brick and tile house in front of her, her face very ugly, and asked casually.

The cameraman following the filming casually replied, "Yeah."

Jing Xixi lowered her head in frustration. When it was their turn, they had no choice at all.

[I can’t stand it any more. She was supposed to be the heroine, but what happened?]

[Don't worry, what's the point of feeling good for a while? In the end, the only one who wins is the heroine. Besides, the scumbag's company is about to go bankrupt.]

Jing Siyu was already in a very bad mood, and her irritability reached its peak when she saw the ordinary accommodation left for her.

She felt a little relieved after seeing the barrage. After all, falling from a high place into a quagmire was much more painful than she felt now.

^

Located on the middle floor of the building, 18th floor.

office.

"Mr. Jing," the secretary said, holding several documents, covering her nose and below. "These are all the contracts signed with us by more than a dozen companies last quarter."

He put it on the table with great effort. It wasn't very heavy, but there were just too many and it easily fell over.

Jing Zhanheng raised his eyes slightly without any warmth, and his voice was even more flat: "How many people are in contact with the development project in Xianhua Town?"

"Except for some small companies we work with, almost all the CEOs are trying to find out the schedule of the head of Xianhua Cultural Tourism Group."

This time, Xianhua Town was designated as an important project by the higher authorities. There were not many opportunities to reach cooperation with the higher authorities, so many companies wanted to try their luck.

If it fails, it’s no big deal. If it succeeds, it will basically allow small companies to go public directly.

Xianhua Group's planning and design have always been outstanding, unmatched by any other company. The only thing it lacks is insufficient construction management and money.

Therefore, Wen Yekun, the boss of Xianhua Group, has to find a sufficiently excellent construction team and a large investment this time.

Some people are currently speculating that they will eventually cooperate with Jingshi. After all, Jingshi’s team capabilities are there, and they are not short of money at all.

Not to mention that Wen Yekun and Jing Zhanheng are good friends, and his daughter Wen Yueliang is a childhood friend of Kyocera.

The secretary raised his glasses and said, "Mr. Jing, I heard that the Wan family also has some ideas."

Jing Zhanheng paused slightly and thought for a while before remembering the name of the old man from the Wan family.

"Wan Hao?"

"No, it's Mr. Wan's son, Wan Zhan," said the secretary.

Jing Zhanheng narrowed his eyes, leaned back slightly, lit a cigarette, and said lightly: "What bargaining chips does he have?"

"Mr. Wen's daughter from his ex-wife, Wan Zhan is secretly using a lot of connections to find her."

As we all know, Wen Yekun had a deceased ex-wife before he became successful. Perhaps life was too hard during that time, and Wen Yekun was unable to see his ex-wife for the last time when she passed away due to work.

It is said that Wen Yekun had a very unpleasant relationship with his daughter. He went to her house many times but could not see her. Especially after his second marriage, the relationship reached a freezing point.

There are quite a few people who want to take the opportunity to establish a relationship with him, but unfortunately Wen Yekun protects his daughter very well. No one has seen her, and no one even knows what she looks like.

If Wan Zhan can find and persuade his daughter, the father and daughter can reconcile as before.

As for this collaboration... I'm really hard to say.

Because this is Wen Yekun's only regret, no relationship can compare to it.

The secretary was a little worried about this cooperation when he thought about it. What made him most unhappy was that Wan Zhan was still related to Jing Siyu. Thinking about the past...

Even more unhappy.

Jing Zhanheng didn't react at all. He casually put out the cigarette in the ashtray. The remaining smoke clouded his eyes and eyebrows. His hands hung on the table in a lazy and nonchalant manner.

"If he can do it, it's his ability."

The business world is a place where the strong prey on the weak.

^

Ten o'clock in the morning.

After Deputy Director Du persuaded the village chief to calm down, he felt much happier.

When he walked to room number three, he saw the open window at a glance.

Kyocera sat facing the window, reading a book, the breeze blowing along with the sound of pages turning.

Peaceful and tranquil.

Deputy Director Du walked over to Driver Fu. His voice was still cheerful, but stiff and uncertain. "Your daughter has been reading all morning?"

Why not go out for a walk and grab some shots? The other guests are out taking pictures.

"Yeah," Driver Fu said, looking at him like he was "making a fuss about something." Then he suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, Miss Yan came here an hour ago. She said she wanted to take pictures, but she didn't go because she wanted to read a book."

"..." Deputy Director Du was convinced. What book must be read now? "What about Teacher Gu? Isn't he planning to record some videos that can steal the spotlight?"

"Miss Gu is watching a tutorial and learning how to make afternoon tea."

His tone was calm.

Assistant Director Du:? ? ?

He couldn't help but look at Driver Fu, who didn't think there was anything wrong at all.

She even turned around and looked at him inexplicably, very puzzled, "As a member of the director team, are you very free?"

Is he very idle?

Deputy Director Du's brain froze for a few seconds before he remembered what he was here to do.

He slapped his forehead and put on his hat skillfully to cover his sparsely haired head.

Then he nimbly ran to the window, smiling like Maitreya Buddha.

"Xiaoci, this is the afternoon's task. We will have a meal at the gathering point in the threshing ground. Please tell Teacher Gu."

He generally doesn't like to go into where girls live, as it can easily cause trouble.

Can't explain clearly.

Hearing what Deputy Director Du said, Kyocera put down the book in his hand, looked up, and took the envelope from his hand, "Okay, uncle."

"Then I'll go notify the other guests first." Assistant Director Du smiled and waved his hand.

What a sensible child.

After Deputy Director Du left, Kyocera carefully clipped the rose bookmark and went to the kitchen to find Gu Mo with the envelope.

In the kitchen, Gu Mo, wearing an apron, was squatting in front of the oven, seemingly trying to figure out how to use it, tapping the buttons from time to time with her slender fingers.

Kyocera stood at the door without going in, and slowed down his voice: "Aunt Gu."

Ping-bell-pang-clang——

Gu Mo subconsciously blocked the failed product next to the oven, held on to the table and turned back, with a smile still on his flour-covered face.

"Xiaoci, are you bored? I'll be right here."

Catch the ball, you won’t see her making any dark food.

However, Kyocera's eyes swept over the teaching book in her hand. Although there was a faint smell of burning in the kitchen, she was unaware of it and obediently reported what Deputy Director Du said.

"It's not boring. Uncle Du asked us to gather at the threshing ground. This is the task he gave us."

"The mission," Gu Mo noticed that she was still holding the envelope, and nodded calmly: "Then you wait outside for a while, I'll go change clothes and come back."

"Okay." Kyocera put the envelope on the table and turned to leave.

Gu Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and saw the charcoal behind his arm from the corner of his eye: "..."

Just throw it in the trash can, tie it up and prepare to throw it away later. Out of sight, out of mind.

Three minutes later.

Gu Mo changed his clothes and went to the yard. He saw Kyocera standing at the door wearing a sun hat and looking at the sky. His fair and tender face was facing the sun, and his hair was blurred into gold.

She walked over as if nothing had happened: "Xiao Ci, did Deputy Director Du say that the mission must be completed?"