One hundred and thirteen chapters of the mandarin ducks (1)
Hu Dayong looked shocked. He heard that after Liang Shichang's death, Jiulong would change to a very young new president. He never dreamed that it was Jiang Luo.
"Young Master Jiang, you are really awesome," Hu Dayong exclaimed, sincerely admiring Jiang Luo in his heart.
"We are willing to do it with you, even if we run errands."
Jiang Luo patted Hu Dayong on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Okay, you will be responsible for external communication in the future."
Everyone in the world knows that only the boss’s confidants can hold external communication positions. When the Hu brothers and sisters heard this, they were flattered.
"How dare we take this?" Hu Dayong shirked.
Jiang Luo said confidently: "I said you can do it, you can do it. If you don't understand anything in the future, it's like Lao Xia asking for advice. He is a good idea."
Only then did Hu Dayong realize that Xiahou Yu was an important figure in the Jiulong Society, so he quickly toasted him with a glass of wine.
"Mr. Xia, please take care of me."
Xiahou Yu smiled and picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go, giving Hu Dayong enough face.
After drinking, he added, "Everyone will be his own people in the future, so you don't have to be so disgusted."
Everyone had a great time talking, and they kept talking until one o'clock in the morning before they dispersed.
In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Luo was still sleeping and was woken up by Xia Donghai by phone.
He answered the phone and said angrily: "Old Xia, it's early in the morning. You have something to say and say it quickly. If you have nothing to say, you have nothing to say."
"President Jiang, I didn't disturb you on purpose. It was really a sudden incident. Zhou Xuande's grandson was crazy about gaining and seeking medical treatment everywhere but failed.
Mr. Zhou heard that you had a wonderful move and resurrected Hua Tuo. He traveled thousands of miles to take his grandson to seek medical treatment. He is currently waiting in the lobby of Tianlong Hotel."
Fifteen years ago, Zhou Xuande lent Liang Shichang 20 million to create Kowloon Group as a start-up capital. After the latter became rich, he only recovered the principal and refused to make interest.
Therefore, Zhou Xuande and Liang Shichang have been good friends for fifteen years, and Handong Energy Group and Kowloon Group have always had business dealings.
But what is wrong with Jiang Luo? It would be great if Jiang Luo didn’t take Liang Shichang’s anger at the Zhou surname because he was angry with him. He was still eager to help his grandson treat his illness?
Jiang Luo patiently said, "Lao Xia, are you mistaken? What does Zhou Xuande have to do with me? Why should I..."
Before he could finish his words, Xiahou Yu explained, "President Jiang, have you forgotten that Zhou Xuande was one of the supporters of the Jiulong Society?
Although he is not as good as the bosses of the aristocratic family, he is also a domineering party. It will be good for you to establish a good relationship with him. He also gave you ten little golden pigs to congratulate you on being promoted to president."
There are indeed ten golden and round 24k pigs in the president's office, which cost at least one million yuan. Jiang Luo liked it very much when he first met, but he didn't pay attention to who gave it to him.
"Okay, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I'll go right away." Jiang Luo added a secret sentence in his heart, "I'm going to the clinic to see the little golden pig."
Tianlong Hotel, also known as the main base of the Kowloon Association, is located in the south of Nanning City. It is located in a remote area and does not even have a commercial street around it. It is not very luxurious from the outside, but it is magnificent inside.
Since Jiang Luo became president, he has been here twice in total, and today is the third time.
As soon as he entered the lobby, he saw an old man in white with a cane, sitting at the old man with a funny manner.
The young man is about twenty-five years old, very handsome, wearing a brand-name casual suit, his hair is shiny, but he is holding a candied haw in his hand and a childlike smile on his face.
Xiahou Yu stood beside the old man, lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and waved to Jiang Luo.
"President Jiang, this is Mr. Zhou and Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Xuande had seen the photos of Jiang Luo, but he didn't expect that he would be younger than the photos in the future and seemed to be a few years younger than his grandson. He was slightly surprised and took the initiative to move forward and shake hands.
"Hello, President Jiang, old Zhou Xuande."
"Hello, Mr. Zhou," Jiang Luo and Zhou Xuande shook hands and said hello, and then focused on the young man.
"How long has Mr. Zhou been like this?"
Zhou Xuande looked at his grandson and sighed, "It's been two months. He's been in a daze now. He's committed suicide after a little awakening. We really can't control it."
Jiang Luo thought for a while and asked, "Loss of mind is a mental illness. Has Mr. Zhou suffered some kind of blow when he became so sick?"
Zhou Xuande said with a heartache: "President Jiang, you guessed it's right. Two months ago, Xiaoyan's girlfriend committed suicide by jumping off the building, and he has gone crazy since then."
"It turned out to be a love kill. Can you tell me the details of their relationship and the reason for his girlfriend's suicide?"
Zhou Xuande nodded and waved, "Asan, tell me the details to President Jiang."
A man in suit walked up to Jiang Luo and introduced himself: "My name is A San. I have been the young master since I was a child. When I helped him chase Miss Yang, I can be said to have witnessed their love."
Ah San opened his phone and called out a photo of a man and a woman. The man in the photo was Zhou Yan. He was wearing a suit and tie in the sun, smiling happily, looking very energetic, completely different from his current dementia.
The woman in the photo is wearing a white dress and smiling with a pair of smiling eyes. She looks very cute, but her facial features are exactly the same as Luo Churan.
Jiang Luo was stunned and asked hurriedly: "What is this girl's name?"
"Yang Wanqing", Asan replied in surprise.
"How old is she this year? Do you have sisters at home?"
"Miss Yang is 25 years younger than the young master, and is the only daughter in the family."
Jiang Luo sighed relieved. The beautiful beauty in the photo was three years older than Luo Churan, and it was probably a coincidence that she looked like her.
However, from the moment he saw the photo, he developed a strong interest in Yang Wanqing and was eager to pursue her life.
"Let's talk about her situation, the more detailed the better," Jiang Luo continued to ask.
A San nodded and stated the situation in an orderly manner.
Yang Wanqing was born into a scholarly family and her parents were both biologists. She also had a strong interest in biology. At the age of 20, she was admitted to a master's and doctoral degree from the BGI Academy of Biological Sciences and was selected into a mysterious research department at the age of 23.
Yang Wanqing has never lacked suitors, but she only has a special liking for elementary school classmate Zhou Yan. The two have been in love for six or seven years. Although they are together for a long time, their love is stronger than gold.
No one knows why Yang Wanqing jumped off the building because she did not leave any last words or any signs of suicide.
She is proud of her career and love, her parents are alive, and her colleagues have a harmonious relationship. Why does she seek short-term opinions?
Jiang Luo sighed when he heard the whole process, and reached out and grabbed Zhou Yan's arm, intending to take his pulse.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Yan suddenly changed color, grabbed Jiang Luo's collar, and shouted: "Bastard, you are all bastards, kill Wanqing... I can't live without Wanqing."
"Bang!"
He threw the candied haws that had just eaten halfway and were still drooling on Jiang Luo's face.
Jiang Luo didn't mind and threw the candied haws to A San.
Chapter completed!