"Ji Changmu, please send these two bottles of red wine to the private room 1866." The foreman said to Ji Changmu.

"Yeah, I understand." Ji Changmu took the red wine.

The corridor was dimly lit, and Ji Changmu went to the private room to deliver wine as usual. He never liked to talk too much, so he left after delivering the wine.

"This is the red wine you ordered, please take it easy." He put down the tray, his eyes as quiet as water.

There were a lot of people in this private room, about six or seven people, plus a few singing little princesses, about ten people. Wu Yangyang sat in a private room, and they were all puffing away.

"Oh? Is this Changmu?" A middle-aged man, about fifty years old, flicked the ashes from his cigarette, crossed his legs, and looked at Ji Changmu.

Hearing the sound, Ji Changmu raised his head.

It's Tong Qian's father, Tong Zhenghai.

Ji Changmu didn't ask about things, let alone what happened in Bincheng. He only knew that the Tong family was exactly the opposite of the Ji family in recent years. Their business was getting bigger and bigger, and Tong Zhenghai's net worth was getting higher and higher. He even had

Plans to list the company in the United States.

Now when he saw him, Tong Zhenghai was really proud of himself, and his shrewd eyes were filled with the pride of a businessman.

The Tong family used to be inferior to the Ji family, but now the Ji family and the Tong family are no longer the same world.

It's not surprising that Tong Zhenghai appeared here, and Ji Changmu didn't show any panic or embarrassment at all. He was very calm and nodded to Tong Zhenghai: "Uncle Tong."

"I haven't seen you in a few years, and he looks even more handsome." Tong Zhenghai's eyes hidden behind his glasses wandered around to look at Ji Changmu, "Why do you come out to do this job? If you don't have money, tell your uncle and he will help. We used to do it anyway

It’s a neighbor.”

"No, thank you."

Tong Zhenghai knew that Ji Changmu would definitely say this. It seemed that no matter how down-and-out the young master was, he was still full of pride and refused to bow to others.

What's more, he knew Ji Changmu's character very well. He was already more proud than others, a proud man of heaven, but unfortunately, his wings were broken before he reached adulthood.

"There's nothing wrong with asking. You can take my uncle's business card. If you have any difficulties, just ask him." Tong Zhenghai took out a business card and put it on the table. "Uncle knows that your family's current situation is not good. I heard that your mother

My depression has not been cured, and I also have some mental problems. Although we are no longer neighbors, our friendship is still there."

Ji Changmu didn't take his business card.

On the other hand, the middle-aged man on the side made a surprised expression: "Is this Ji Donghuai's son?"

"Yes, old neighbor." Tong Zhenghai introduced to his friend, "His name is Ji Changmu."

"No wonder, he looks a bit like Ji Donghuai."

"No, she looks a bit like Ji Donghuai, and a bit like Yang Shuzheng. She looks really talented."

"It's a pity. The Ji family used to be very prosperous. Now my son is working part-time. It's really a pity."

Ji Changmu's hands were slightly curled, and his voice was low and cold: "What's the shame in working with your own hands?"

"Oh, the young master is not very old, but his temper is not bad. All the people present are your uncles." Someone talked about Ji Changmu.

Tong Zhenghai stirred up the topic, but he didn't say much and poured wine for everyone: "Come, come, drink. Changmu is still young and has a normal temper. Changmu, do you want to have a couple of drinks? Uncle's treat."

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Chapter completed!