Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

Besides, Ji Chuncheng really couldn't think of any other reasons why Ling Yue would attack him.

Seeing Ji Chuncheng bowed his head in thought and said nothing, the old man couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking?"

"No, I didn't think about anything, just thinking about how to deal with the matter." Ji Chuncheng quickly raised his head and replied.

The old man frowned: "Think about it for me, how did you offend the little Lord Hell of the Ling family? It doesn't matter if a factory collapses. If he really has his eye on the Ji family from now on, then he will be in big trouble!"

Hearing this, Ji Chuncheng felt a little uncomfortable. He always thought highly of himself. Although he knew that Ling Yue was far superior to him, Ji Chuncheng was still moved when his grandfather praised others in such a way. Comfortable.

However, he was dissatisfied in his heart, and he couldn't show it on the face, Ji Chuncheng bowed his head obediently and said: "Grandpa, I know, I will pay attention."

Having said that, the purpose of the old man's visit today has been achieved. He asked a few more questions about the operation of the company, and left Ji Chuncheng's office in a vigorous manner.

Regarding the matter of the factory, Ji Chuncheng was quite careful. Even if he followed the vines, he still couldn't find him for the time being. After all, he opened the factory after going around several times.

But what I didn't expect was that even though he had been so careful, the old man in the family still knew about it.

Moreover, the meaning revealed between the lines is "If there is no accident, we will pretend that we don't know about it, and if there is an accident, we should settle it quickly and don't get involved at home."

Around him, there have always been people placed by the old man, but Ji Chuncheng always thought that he knew who the people were placed by, but now it seems... There are more people placed by him.

As a man with a strong desire to control, Ji Chuncheng hates the feeling of being controlled by others. He longs for the day when he can say what he says and be the master of the house.

"Dingling", the landline on the table rang, and the secretary's capable voice came from the other end of the microphone: "Mr. Ji, Zheng Yunsheng is looking for you."

Zheng Yunsheng?What is he doing here?Ji Chuncheng's brows loosened a little, and then frowned again.

"Master, Yan Hui has emptied Yunyue Zhai, and our people will be driven away soon." Zheng Yunsheng came in with bad news.

Ji Chuncheng said angrily: "This is a natural thing, otherwise would she stay and wait to add trouble?"

Zheng Yunsheng smiled apologetically, "Yes, what the young master said is that I came today to ask the young master about those things in Yunyuezhai... what should I do?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Ji Chuncheng wanted to slap the fat man in front of him to death, he said coldly: "You can't do such a small thing well, and you still leave such a big tail!"

Zheng Yunsheng wiped the sweat off his brow, he didn't dare to answer, he could only let Ji Chuncheng vent his anger.

After a while, Ji Chuncheng looked at the middle-aged man who looked like a primary school student sitting obediently opposite him, and eased his tone.

"Old Zheng, you have been with me for a long time. This incident is actually considered an emergency. I have almost settled it. Don't worry too much."

When Zheng Yunsheng heard this, his face showed a bit of joy, "I knew that the young master is indeed the young master, and there is nothing wrong with you!"

A reserved look appeared on Ji Chuncheng's face: "It's nothing, but you should take a good rest recently, go out for a trip and see the scenery."

When Zheng Yunsheng heard this, the joy on his face faded a little. They are not afraid of being too busy or having something to do, but they are afraid that the higher-ups will not use him.

It sounds nice to go out and play, but in this case, there is only one explanation——

He, Zheng Yunsheng, was exiled in disguise.

"Master, I..." Zheng Yunsheng hesitated to speak, trying to make a final struggle.

Ji Chuncheng waved his hand: "Old Zheng, don't say any more, just give yourself a vacation and stop worrying about those things."

Having said that, Zheng Yunsheng knew that Ji Chuncheng's mind had been made up, he looked downcast, and said in a low voice: "Master, I understand."

Ji Chuncheng saw that Zheng Yunsheng was not entangled, and he was still sensible, so he softened his tone: "Old Zheng, for so many years, you have worked hard without credit. I am not the one who treats my subordinates badly."

"Take this." Ji Chuncheng wrote down a number on the check, tore it off and handed it to Zheng Yunsheng.

Zheng Yunsheng pretended to decline a few words, and then took it.

Walking out of Ji Chuncheng's office, Zheng Yunsheng immediately called his wife: "Pack up your things, we are going out now."

The wife was puzzled: "What are you going to do? Don't work anymore?"

Zheng Yunsheng impatiently interrupted the woman's inquiry: "Just leave it alone! Pack up your things and go!"

Zheng Yunsheng's wife didn't ask any more questions. She also knew about her husband's work problems recently, and she was even mentally prepared.

Zheng Yunsheng looked at the check, flicked it with his fingers, and listened to the crisp sound of the paper flicking with satisfaction. He was quite satisfied with the compensation amount Ji Chuncheng gave him.

However, Zheng Yunsheng didn't know that there was a pair of eyes watching his every move in the dark.

"Boss, the target has come out, he is ready to escape."

"Keep watching."

There is no need for Yan Hui to worry about the handover process of Yunyue Zhai. Uncle Ming and those old guys from the past are capable enough to handle things clearly.

Naturally, she can't be idle when she is free, and Yan Hui's heart, unwilling to be lonely, is about to move again - she wants to race a car.

Do what you want to do immediately, Yan Hui picked up the phone and made a call: "Xiao Liangzi, what are you doing?"

"The racing track." Han Liang said, and there was still the whistling wind on the other side.

"Wait, I'll be there in a while." Yan Hui hung up the phone and hurried out.

After not seeing the racing track for a few days, Yan Hui still felt very cordial. Sure enough, the racing track was the place that could make her soul tremble.

When Han Liang saw Yan Hui, he waved from a distance, and those who often raced together also waved happily.

Yan Hui's own car was destroyed, and the car given by Master Jiu hadn't arrived yet, but the racing track can rent a car, so Yan Hui can enjoy it if she wants to enjoy it.

A few people hadn't seen each other for a few days, and while they were chatting and laughing, a broker from the parking lot came over.

Yan Hui was cooperating with him before, earning money through various competitions, and the cooperation between the two parties was quite pleasant.

The broker doesn't know his name, but he only knows that people call him Wheel.

When Wheel saw Yan Hui, he was overjoyed: "Yan Hui, you're here!" Of the racing drivers under him, he liked Yan Hui the most, with good skills and few things to do.

Now he has a very urgent job at hand, and the money is generous, but the few racers are unable to leave, and when they are depressed, the savior comes unexpectedly.