Trafford’s Trading Club

Cheng Yun felt that the old lady of the Zhong family was keen to marry Zhong and Zhang family at first, in large part because the old lady might have some special feelings for Lady Zhang.

In some subtleties, he could see that the old man had the seedlings in these areas - the emotions of people of that era and the emotions of modern youth naturally differed somewhat.

But this idea also gradually began to decrease… For example, Miss Zhang was indeed a good enough heir to the family.

The assets behind the Zhang family are difficult to count, and the obvious books should not be true... but they are not comparable to some of the most widely recognized millionaires in the country.

For the first time, he was the sole heir to such vast invisible assets, wearing more than a dozen pieces of clothing and driving a 100,000 Volkswagen.

The old man was a man who had survived the great famine, then marched again, and his lifestyle was very thrifty... perhaps the old man did like such a descendant.

“Miss Chang, you're here. ”

After Zhang Furui stopped on the avenue outside the TV station, Cheng Yun hurried up, "Second Major is already waiting for you inside. ”

“Then let's go.” Zhang Yuanrui nodded. "Can you come in through the side door? ”

“Don't worry, I'm all set.” Cheng Yun nodded quickly: “Please follow me. ”

He knows that Zhang Furui doesn't like to show up in front of people - especially the TV station, which has a lot of famous singers on the cloud tonight, the entrance is already full of cameras, and fans of these singers.

“I might leave a little early.” Zhang Yuanrui bowed his head softly: “I'm going to the hospital to accompany my grandmother later. Let me see who the company wants to focus on this time. ”

This is an entertainment company under the new collective banner of Zhong Jia and Zhang Jia Lian. Zhang Wanrui's shares in Feiyun Entertainment are almost the same as Zhong Fall Dust. The remainder are shares held in the name of the new group.

After all, it is a company that has invested, so although she is not too interested in it, she will not ignore it - neither will she.

Zhang Li Lanfang did not announce her engagement with the Zhong family at the last banquet of her life. She was already taking a step back.

The matter was not raised again after that, and both families have maintained an obscure and ambiguous attitude on the issue.

So Zhang Junrui knew that she couldn't at least ignore the new group... as a reward for her grandmother's compromise.

And her grandmother, only after that big birthday party, has been depressed, all day will be strangely distracted... used to hold the Zhang family's estate, well organized, recently ignored less.

What makes Zhang Furui feel amazing is that... instead, Zhang Li Lanfang, who looks like this now, has some different flavors.

An ordinary, heartbroken grandmother.

With this in mind, Zhang Yuanrui was led by Sung-yun and walked all the way from a special channel to the inside of the TV station.

“Wait, isn't this going to the studio?” Zhang Yuanrui suddenly stopped.

Cheng Yunton stacked up a smile: “Miss Zhang, of course we have a VIP table, and the young master knows you don't like Zhang Yang, so he asked for a quiet room. Don't worry, we won't be disturbed. ”

“Well... okay.” Zhang Wanrui nodded.

She has no particular fondness or aversion to clock dust - she just subconsciously doesn't want to go near this person… At least, she doesn't talk too deeply.

She always felt like there was nothing in this almost perfect man.

He painted a near-perfect skin, but is there bone in it?

“Wait a minute. ”

Zhang Yu Rui stopped again at this point, and then walked towards the corner of the corridor with a slightly surprising look at Sung Yun - where he was standing for two people.

Two women.

Sung Yun is a man with good memories - if he doesn't remember well, how can he kill a blood path among millions of people and follow the steps of the clock?

He immediately recognised one of the two women, who he had met… and investigated slightly.

A few months ago, the clock dust came to the city and saw it during the ancient moon fasting run by Zhang Yuanrui. He remembers this woman as Ren Ziling, an associate editor of a good magazine.

“Miss Ren, hello. ”

At this moment, Ren Ziling, squatting with Pear and drumming her backpack, raised her head unconsciously, "Miss Zhang! It's you. Long time no see. ”

Not only did I interview the young woman in charge of this antique shop, but I also knew that this was the only classmate in my family's baby creepy class, Ren Ziling naturally became enthusiastic, “Why are you here? ”

Zhang Yuanrui smiled: “I'm going to take a look. ”

“Oh...” Ren Ziling nodded, “Well, I've read about Feiyun Entertainment, and I remember writing your name at the top. This is the super new guy from your company, isn't it? ”

Zhang Quanrui nodded, “Miss Ren's touch is still so acute. ”

“Of course, that's what I eat. ”

“Well... I see you're here, too, to wait for the show? ”

“Yeah.” Ren Ziling sighed: “The task given by the boss, I can't think of anything... I don't really mean anything, I personally don't have much interest in this matter. ”

Zhang Chuanrui shook his head very generously, “Well, what's the problem? I just saw you and your colleagues talking about something. ”

Ren Ziling turned his eyes: “Nothing, it's just that the arrangement here is a little different from what was originally planned. I just had a fight with the show crew. ”

Zhang Yuanrui nodded and suddenly sidetracked. He watched the old lady come over. He stood behind her carefully in Chengyun: “Chengyun, look what you can do to help Miss Ren. ”

“Okay.” Cheng Yun nodded hastily. “I'll communicate with the show crew and make sure to give Miss Ren the best possible place. ”

“Wow, how can you be so happy? ”

Sister Ren... you clearly feel sorry for yourself!

I've seen through all the pears at this moment... I just took out a bag of buns and ate them.

“It's okay, people are having fun.” Zhang Yuanrui smiled slightly: “Before that, I was also taken care of by Rochu. ”

She hastily walked away when she saw the cloud. Probably someone from the liaison program went, and suddenly she said: "By the way, Rochu has been... how is he lately? ”

“It's good, eating, sleeping, digging me.” Ren Ziling subconsciously said something and then felt something was wrong, curious: “Hey, aren't you classmates? I'll see you every day. Did we ask? ”

Zhang Yuanrui was stunned: “We haven't seen each other very often before... I heard from school that he dropped out of school on his own initiative, and I haven't seen him since summer vacation. ”

“Back… Learn? ”

“Miss Ren, you look like...” Zhang Rui frowned: “Don't you know? ”

“Ha ha, how could I not know?” Ren Ziling laughed, "Of course I know... ah haha, he's fine, he's fine, thanks for caring! ”

Of course I know... my ass!!!

Lo Qiu... you are dead!!!!!

……

……

Why is the boss here?

Why is the worst black maid in the club here?

Most importantly, he was already here himself.

Only the boss has ever known the movements of the Dark Soul Messenger, and the Dark Soul Messenger will never know the movements of the boss... So, does the boss know the little movements behind him, so he came to check the post?

This is very sad for the shady people who are preparing for the big news. After watching the lights in the studio from the 45th to the corner, they rolled up happily and said, "Have a good day."

“Master… what brings you here? ”

I just finished shooting Unight's real boss on stage, and he seemed to be in a good mood, kidding. “I said, would you be happy if I came to visit you? ”

“High, happy! ”

Tai Yin's body was stiff, "I am, which one? Yeah, thanks for the dick! In a good mood! If the Immortal Qi enters the body, the three flowers converge! Yuhua Dengxian! Shit... I don't know what the clouds are...”

“Then sit down.” Rochu just waved, “in addition to Cheng, there is also a singer that I used to like, just in time for you to stay with me. ”

“Aye, aye. ”

Too shady to be too brazen in front of the boss, when he puts his ass up, he only dares to sit in a chair less than a third of the time.

Should be... okay? Too shady to relax a bit.

“Well... let Hong Guan come.” Unexpectedly, the boss said, “It's an interesting idea. ”

Tai Yin feels that he is dead, he is already a salted fish...