Who is the white moonlight these days? We are just following the plot

"Hello."

"Hello, Mr. Wen." Gao Yan's voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

Wen Yuan found that she had become numb to his sudden appearance, and she didn't feel surprised at all when she heard his voice on the phone.

"Mr. Gao, what can I do for you?" Wen Yuan's voice was cold.

Ji Xingyao couldn't be as calm as Wen Yuan. She stared with wide eyes and leaned close to Wen Yuan's ear to eavesdrop.

There was a moment of silence on the line, and Gao Yan said, "I'm the antique collector you're looking for."

"..."

Wen Yuan’s first reaction was that it was not impossible to give up the wharf investment project.

"Are you free to have dinner together tomorrow?"

"No time."

Gao Yan smiled helplessly: "How cruel."

Wen Yuan was considering whether to hang up when Gao Yan suddenly said, "I've been learning English recently. Mr. Wen, could you give me a chance to be your general assistant?"

Unexpectedly, Gao Yan still hasn't given up.

"Mr. Gao, with your abilities, isn't it too much of a burden for you to be my chief assistant?" Wen Yuan said with sarcasm.

"I am willing to do so. I think so. I don't feel wronged." Gao Yan's tone was calm, but revealed his firm belief.

Wen Yuan was choked.

"Okay, give me a chance."

"Sorry, no chance. I've already hired a chief assistant."

This is a lie. It is not easy to recruit a general assistant. Wen Yuan has high requirements, and the academic requirements alone sweep away a large number of job seekers.

"Really?" Gao Yan's voice was low and hoarse. There was the sound of wind coming from his side, as if in an open space. "I will prove that no one is more suitable to be your chief assistant than me."

Wen Yuan didn't know how he wanted to prove that instead of being a good emperor, he had gone crazy and rushed to be her chief assistant.

"Whatever you want." Wen Yuan hung up the phone.

Ji Xingyao silently retracted his stretched neck and sighed at the empty cake box: "What on earth do they want to do?"

Wen Yuan couldn't answer this question.

Whether it is Gao Yan or Gao Yu, what is their purpose?

Ji Xingyao thought of the apartment that Gao Yu had bought, and suddenly felt overwhelmed.

The house has not been transferred yet and is still under her name, but the payment has long been deposited into her account.

How should this account be settled?

Forget it, forget it, don’t think about it anymore. Ji Xingyao shook her head: "Is there any work I can do?" She wanted to get busy to stop thinking about it.

Wen Yuan found some unimportant work and gave it to her, and the two of them temporarily focused their energy on work.

At the seashore, the waves rustled and the white waves wet a pair of white and tender little feet.

"Dad, come quickly, the waves are biting my feet."

Wen Xiaochuan was wearing a pure white cotton and linen short-sleeved shirt and shorts, running happily on the beach.

Chuck, chuckle, his silver bell-like laughter came and went along with the waves. He finally left a row of small footprints, but they were soon smoothed out by the waves.

Wen Xiaochuan had never seen the sea before, so he particularly liked the beach near his home.

Gao Yan took off his shoes, stepped onto the beach, and followed him quietly.

The setting sun dyed the sea surface orange-red. Two figures, one big and one small, stood one in front and one behind, leaving two rows of footprints on the golden beach.

"Dad, please take a picture of me and show it to Mom later."

Ever since Wen Xiaochuan learned that mobile phones could take photos and record videos, he always looked for opportunities to ask Gao Yan to take photos of him.

Gao Yan turned on the camera on his phone and switched it to video mode.

Wen Xiaochuan waved at the camera and said, "Mom, I'm Xiaochuan. I'm five years old. I'm playing on the beach now. Look, it's so beautiful over there."

The camera moved along with Wen Xiaochuan's finger, and finally stopped in the distance of Haitian Jiaojie.

The scenery in the viewfinder is breathtakingly beautiful.

Xingyuan Media Building.

Wen Yuan packed up the documents in his hands and was about to go home with Ji Xingyao when he received a call from Ji Mingyi.

"Xiao Yuan, can you have dinner with me tonight?" Ji Mingyi's voice sounded a little depressed.

"Boss Ji, is there something wrong?"

"Why? Can't we have dinner together? Please, Xiaoyuan, I want to see you." Ji Mingyi rarely begged others in such a humble manner.

Having said this, Wen Yuan couldn't refuse anymore.

"Send me the address."

"Ok, I will wait for you."

When Ji Xingyao learned that Wen Yuan was going to have dinner with Ji Mingyi, he immediately said, "I'll go back by myself. You can ask Lao Lu to take you there."

Wen Yuan didn't argue with her.

Old Lu sent Wen Yuan to a bar in the city center. When she arrived at the reserved booth, she found that there were a lot of empty glasses in front of Ji Mingyi, and it seemed that he had drunk a lot.

"Mr. Ji."

Ji Mingyi raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "Xiao Yuan, you're here."

Wen Yuan sat down opposite him and frowned at the empty bottle: "Are you in a bad mood after drinking so much?"

Ji Mingyi pulled the corner of his mouth bitterly: "My eldest brother has returned to China."

It turns out that Ji Minghe is back, no wonder he was drinking alone.

Among the two sons of the Ji family, Ji Minghe has been the most valued son of the family since he was young. He also worked hard and, with the resources provided by the family, increased the Ji family's assets several times.

In comparison, Ji Mingyi seems mediocre in talent compared to his brother and is inferior to Ji Minghe in every aspect.

Wen Yuan had told Ji Xingyao at the beginning that Ji Mingyi had no say in the Ji family. As long as Ji Minghe was there, Ji Mingyi would always be labeled a playboy and would never be able to turn things around.

So far, all of Ji Mingyi’s investments have been within the Ji Group’s professional field.

In other words, even after Ji Mingyi left the Ji Group, he was still unable to walk independently.

He was nominally the person in charge of the hotel he invested in, but in reality the largest shareholder behind it was Ji Minghe.

Ji Minghe has looked down on Ji Mingyi since he was a child. Today, when he returned to China, the old man of the Ji family called everyone back to the Ji family's old house for dinner. During the meal, Ji Minghe openly and secretly wanted him to give up half of the hotel's shares.

For the hotel project, Ji Minghe only invested some money behind the scenes. Ji Mingyi was in charge of the project from the early planning stage to its completion.

Now he wants to snatch Ji Mingyi's shares with just a few words. How can he be willing to do that?

What disappointed him most was that no one at the dinner table spoke up for him.

"They all look down on me." Ji Mingyi drank a large glass of vodka in one gulp and choked on the strong liquor, causing him to cough.

Wen Yuan handed her a glass of warm water: "Drink slowly."

"Xiao Yuan, I don't accept it. Why do you treat me like this? Although I can't compare to my eldest brother, I'm not a spendthrift. Besides the family business, I can also make a difference in other areas."

Ji Mingyi slammed his fist on the table, his hands shaking with anger.

Seeing him like that, Wen Yuan didn't know how to comfort him.

Every family has its own problems. Children who are not loved by their parents will always suffer.

"Xiao Yuan, I will definitely impress them."

"Well, you can do it." Wen Yuan followed his words.

Ji Mingyi suddenly raised his head and stared at Wen Yuan closely: "So, Xiaoyuan, I must win the dock project, and you must help me."