Several men were very greasy, which made a group of women laugh. There was even a tall and charming woman who walked up to Ji Changmu and reached out to hook Ji Changmu's white shirt: "Young handsome guy is so good-looking.

, why don’t we stay and play together?”

Ji Changmu avoided this woman and frowned in disgust: "If there's nothing else, I'll go out first."

"Wait a minute, open the bottle and take away the empty bottle." A man said.

Ji Changmu said nothing, silently knelt down to pack his things and open the wine bottle.

The smell of cigarette smoke in the private room was very strong, and there was a group of greasy middle-aged men with big bellies, smoking and drinking, and their faces were vulgar.

"Old Tong, you don't want to help this young man. Since you are a neighbor and Ji Donghuai's son, you are so rich and powerful in Bincheng, so it is not difficult to arrange a job for him."

"If Changmu opens his mouth to me, why don't I help him? But Changmu is not estranged from my uncle. He doesn't even want to see me. Look, he doesn't even want his business card."

One of the old men patted Ji Changmu on the shoulder, the gold ring on his hand sparkling: "Boy, you can't be arrogant. When you should bow your head, you will bow your head. You won't suffer a loss. Your temperament and temperament are very similar to Ji Donghuai's. It's a pity.

Well, Ji Donghuai is just too upright and doesn't know how to adapt, so don't imitate your father."

Ji Changmu raised his eyes coldly, and his voice was fierce and inappropriate for his age: "Don't mention my dad. My dad is not wrong. Even to this day, he is my pride."

His father and grandfather didn't have any soft bones.

After his father took over the Ji family from his grandfather, he worked diligently and cautiously to build the Ji family into one of the most powerful groups in Bincheng. Unfortunately, his character was too upright and he was unwilling to join the others. He eventually went bankrupt and could not bear to be jailed.

Insulting, he jumped from the building of his beloved group.

His time seemed to come to an abrupt end at that moment. He once took a break from studying at home for half a year, and his spirit was also in a trance.

He still remembered that after his father passed away and Ji's family went bankrupt, the well-known upper class people in Bincheng were ridiculing and mocking his father in private, saying that Ji Donghuai was pedantic and did not know how to adapt. His current experience was almost a fact that could be foreseen by the naked eye.

One by one, they became critics and occupied the moral high ground.

But now, Ji Changmu clenched his fists slightly when he heard his father's name again.

Several men were stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud: "You are still young indeed, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, haha."

"No, I hope your road will become wider and wider in the future."

"It's better to have some backbone like your father."

Everyone was laughing and taunting him, just like the rumors he heard when he was sixteen years old.

Ji Changmu put away the wine bottles and stood up: "Call me if you need anything."

He turned and left.

A few greasy middle-aged men were still laughing: "Old Tong, you don't have any pity for me. We were neighbors after all."

"This kid, I watched him grow up. Do I know his character? He is just like his father, like a stone, cold and hard. It was better when the family wasn't bankrupt. But now that I see him, it's incredible.

"It's just another Ji Donghuai." Tong Zhenghai smoked a cigarette and looked away.

"I heard that my studies are good. I am studying at Beijing University."
Chapter completed!