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Chapter 332 332: Zhao Li was beaten with a stick (1st update)

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    "Okay, where is the appointment?"

    Xu Tanxi reported an address.

    After chatting for a while, Qin Zhaoli hung up the phone and asked the female secretary who came in to deliver coffee: "Mr. Zhang hasn't arrived yet?"

    The female secretary put down her coffee and explained: "Mr. Zhang just called to say that something was delayed and he would be late."

    Qin Zhaoli said nothing, looked at the time, and continued to wait.

    The reception room is connected to the general manager's office. The female secretary's name is Qiao Rong, and her desk is at the door outside.

    There are two secretaries in total, the other one is called Chu Zihan.

    She raised her chin and gestured to the reception room: "You haven't left yet?"

    Qiao Rong lowered her voice and said, "Yes, I've been waiting for almost two hours"

    Chu Zihan joked: "Why are you so ignorant that you are still waiting there?"

    "What can I do if I don't wait? Besides Mr. Zhang, who else in Nancheng will accept her resume."

    The Nancheng business district is so big, so it¡¯s no secret that Qin Zhaoli has been running into obstacles these days.

    "Will Mr. Zhang really hire her?"

    "How is that possible?" Qiao Rong said, "The old man of the Qin family has already lied. If she hires her, she will be an enemy of the Qin family. Who will make enemies for herself? The old man of the Qin family is also ruthless and will not be merciful to his own granddaughter.  "

    "Why is Mr. Zhang still letting people wait here? Isn't he not coming to the company today?"

    I don¡¯t know if Chu Zihan came here soon, but Qiao Rong said: "Mr. Zhang has suffered a lot from Qin before. I remember that one time Mr. Zhang was late, and Qin Zhaoli refused to see him. Mr. Zhang deliberately let her sit on the bench this time.  .¡±

    "Who makes Qin Zhaoli so arrogant?" Before he could say anything, Chu Zihan caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye and stood up suddenly, "Little, little Mr. Wen."

    I don¡¯t know how much Wen Xianyu heard. His expression did not change, he nodded to the two secretaries, and then entered the reception room.

    After the door opened, Qin Zhaoli looked up.

    Wen Xianyu walked in: "Don't wait any longer."

    The coffee was too sweet. Qin Zhaoli only took a sip. She put down the cup and said, "Why are you here?"

    "I'm talking about cooperation."

    He saw her come in around eight o'clock, and she was still there after he finished talking.

    I don¡¯t even know I was tricked.

    Wen Xianyu was a little angry: "Zhang Daoheng won't come today, and he won't hire you, so don't wait here."

    Qin Zhaoli had no expression on his face, as if he was used to it: "Who told you?"

    "You don't know what your grandfather said in the business district?" Wen Xianyu paused for a moment and softened his tone slightly, "No company in Nancheng will hire you. Zhang Daoheng is on a business trip abroad and is not in Nancheng at all."

    Qin Zhaoli also knew that Zhang Daoheng would not be so honest, but he did not expect him to be such a grandson.

    She took her bag and stood up: "Thank you for telling me."

    Wen Xianyu grabbed her as she passed by: "Zhaoli."

    "You have something to say," Qin Zhaoli took his hand away and said in a cold tone, "Don't move your hands or feet."

    He lowered his hand, shook it, frowned and hesitated, then seemed to make up his mind, raised his head and looked into her eyes: "You come back, and we can start over. I can pretend that nothing happened."

    Qin Zhaoli tucked her hair behind her ears. Her facial features were more heroic. When she looked at people like this, she had an air of aura: "What about Mr. Shen Xiang?"

    He didn¡¯t even think about it: ¡°I will break off the engagement with her.¡±

    Qin Zhaoli smiled, with a layer of frost in his eyes: "I quite sympathize with Mr. Shen Xiang, who is hanging on a tree with a crooked neck like yours." She was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, and spoke rudely, "Wen Xianyu, you  Make it clear, it¡¯s not that you dumped me, it¡¯s that I don¡¯t care about you, don¡¯t act like you¡¯re trying to compromise, and act like I¡¯m sorry for you.¡±

    "Are you willing to do that?" He was unwilling to give in. He couldn't calm down, and there was a fire in his chest. "After leaving the Qin family, you will only be at the bottom and will not have a chance to get ahead."

    "You won't have to worry about my affairs."

    Qin Zhaoli raised his feet and left.

    Wen Xianyu stopped her and called her, "Zhaoli." He walked forward and blocked her way, with a look of forbearance and resignation in his eyes, "I was wrong, please give me another chance and let's start over, okay?  "

    Qin Zhaoli said nothing and looked at him coldly.

    If she were to become indifferent, even if Wen Xianyu cut out his heart now, she would not give him a second glance.

    "I like you," he said with a sincere tone, "I really like you."??

    He raised his hand to touch her face.

    Qin Zhaoli stepped back and distanced himself: "Stop pretending to be affectionate. You don't like me. You are just unwilling to give in. You are just possessive and vanity."

    Wen Xianyu¡¯s hands froze.

    Qin Zhaoli was quite polite: "Mr. Wen, I will give you one last piece of advice. Be loyal to your current fianc¨¦e."

    After saying that, she left first.

    Wen Xianyu lowered his hands and laughed, not knowing who he was laughing at.

    After Qin Zhaoli went downstairs, he called Jiang Zhuo.

    "are you in class?"

    "No, I'm playing ball." He had just exercised and was still a little out of breath.

    Hearing his voice, Qin Zhaoli's mood instantly improved: "I want to see you."

    ¡°Then I¡¯ll go find you.¡±

    "No need." She opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, "I'm going to your school."

    "good."

    If he had a tail, it would be wagging at this time.

    Qin Zhaoli went to his school for the first time: "I drove and died first."

    "Um."

    After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhuo threw the basketball to his roommate: "I'm leaving first."

    After only playing for a while, He Chaofeng swatted the ball twice, not having enough fun: "There's no class, why are you going?"

    Jiang Zhuo picked up the sweater that was thrown on the lawn and put it on, with the corner of his mouth raised: "My girlfriend is coming over."

    The ball in He Chaofeng's hand slipped away: "Damn it, do you really have a girlfriend?"

    "Um."

    He unscrewed the water bottle and drank the remaining half of the bottle.

    There were many girls peeping at him around the stadium. The bold ones would slip notes and give him water, while the timid ones would pretend to run and walk back and forth around the stadium.

    Jiang Zhuo doesn¡¯t have the kind of appearance that makes people stunning at first sight, but he is just weird. There are loads of girls who like him, from high school students to female teachers, the span is astonishingly wide.

    He Chaofeng was already used to it. He once pursued a girl from the same major. The girl liked Jiang Zhuo, but He Chaofeng didn't catch her. Later, the two of them became buddies. Of course, he didn't want it.  In order to chase Jiang Zhuo, the child called him brother. It was hard to refuse such kindness, and then they became buddies. He asked the girl what she liked about Jiang Zhuo, and the girl said she liked the mole on Jiang Zhuo's nose.

    "How much nonsense are you talking about?"

    "In short, Jiang Zhuo's love luck is not that ordinary, but in the two years of college, He Chaofeng has never seen a girl by his side.

    He Chaofeng was a little doubtful: "Which school are you from?"

    Jiang Zhuo is actually not a person who likes to talk about personal matters with others, but when He Chaofeng asked Qin Zhaoli, he wanted to say more: "She has graduated, but she resigned for me."

    "Sister-brother love?"

    "Yeah." He rolled his eyes, threw the empty bottle forward, and threw it into the trash can.

    He Chaofeng went to pick up the ball: "Okay, you actually found a sister."

    Jiang Zhuo glanced at him and corrected: "It's his girlfriend."

    He Chaofeng asked coquettishly: "How older are you?"

    Jiang Zhuo ignored him and left.

    He went back to his dormitory and took a shower. After cleaning up, he went to the school gate to wait for Qin Zhaoli.

    Midway, he answered a call from an unknown number: "Hello, hello."

    The other party said: "I am Zhaoli's grandfather."

    Jiang Zhuo came out in a hurry. He had just taken a shower, and his hair was still wet. The wind from the intersection was blowing coolly.

    Before he could reply, a man in a suit walked up to him: "Mr. Jiang, please come this way."

    Jiang Zhuo hung up the phone and followed him.

    Qin Yanjun¡¯s car was parked on the side of the road, and the man led Jiang Zhuo over: ¡°Chairman.¡±

    The windows are down.

    Qin Yanjun was sitting in the car and did not get out. His eyes shot out of the window: "I'll keep the story short, how much do you want?"

    Jiang Zhuo straightened his back, neither humble nor arrogant: "I don't want money."

    Qin Yanjun was not surprised at all. He had been in a high position for a long time and was determined to win everything: "You want my granddaughter?" He was not aggressive and said in a calm tone, "Do you think you can afford it?"

    He is only twenty years old. He is an age when he dares to do anything without hesitation, but he is also an age when he has nothing and no pride.

    Qin Yanjun knew where a child of this age is the weakest and most vulnerable: "The house you live in now belongs to my granddaughter, and your sister's medical expenses are also paid by my granddaughter. You are still studying and have no financial ability. How can you  What to give her?"

    The boy outside the car always stood upright, his eyes burning with fire that couldn't be extinguished: "Then have you ever asked her what she wants?"

    Qin Yanjun smiled: "Young man, life is not about writing poetry. There is no meaning in asking what you want. You have to ask what you need." He was calm, but every word pierced people's spines, "You need life, Zhaoli needs it.  Work needs a place where she can shine, instead of living in a 100-square-meter house with you and mediocre daily necessities." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)The boy outside always stood upright, his eyes burning like an inextinguishable fire: "Then have you ever asked her what she wants?"

    Qin Yanjun smiled: "Young man, life is not about writing poems. There is no meaning in asking what you want. You have to ask what you need." He was calm, but every word pierced people's spines, "You need life, Zhaoli needs it.  Work needs a place where she can shine, instead of living in a 100-square-meter house with you and mediocre daily necessities." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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