Don’t be a licking dog when you are reborn.

Ji Feng couldn't stand watching Jiang Chaoyang trying to hold back his laughter anymore. No wonder he was so upset about Sister Hui that he still had the mood to let him watch the show.

As I was eating the melon, I started to eat myself.

"Old Jiang, you are amazing!"

Ji Feng gradually shifted his gaze to Jiang Ming who was still on the phone.

"Mr. Ji, are you busy? New projects? He is really busy. But even if you are young, you can't work so hard. It is necessary to relax occasionally and combine work and rest."

"..."

"If Mr. Ji is free, you can come to the capital to play. I will definitely arrange everything for you then. Don't worry. Okay, fine, that's it!

Okay, okay, you go ahead and get busy, work is more important, I’ll wait for you to come to the capital, okay.”

After hanging up the phone, several fans nearby were already staring at him with envy on their faces.

"Fuck, Jiang Ming, you really can contact Mr. Ji, awesome."

"Yeah, he started from scratch, it's great, he won't have to ask his family for more money in the future."

Jiang Ming could hardly suppress the pride on his face.

lie?

Who knew he was lying?

Moreover, everyone had heard about the cooperation between Zhijian and the Jiang family.

Since it is true that the Jiang family and Zhijian have a cooperation, it is natural for him, the young master of the Jiang family, to know Mr. Ji of Zhijian.

When Ji Feng heard this, he suddenly understood what Jiang Chaoyang had said before.

There aren't that many geniuses in big families. Most of them are rubbish. It's already a big deal if one or two of the several children in the family can become talented.

The difference between the vast majority of young masters and princesses and ordinary people lies basically in the control and cultivation of material things.

This is also the reason why family members and professional managers are popular...

For example, the young master of the Jiang family in front of him is not even a little bit inferior to Jiang Chaoyang in level.

How can I compete with Jiang Chaoyang for stuff of this level?

Is the head of the Jiang family blind?

Ji Feng thought about it, but finally shook his head. Family inheritance is not a game of house. If the heir is not capable, it would be better to hand it over to a professional manager or a hired son.

The bigger reason for this situation may be other factors.

For example, the eldest sister of the Jiang family?

Thinking of this, Ji Feng couldn't help but rub his chin.

At this time, Jiang Ming was still bragging to his companions.

"Hey, you can't say that. You still need to be serious and focused on your work. Haven't you noticed that I haven't been out much for fun recently? You still need to do more serious things."

"Alas, I also want to work with my father, but he always won't let me get involved in business."

"What's going on?"

"Since the last time I had so much fun, my dad now gives me 20 yuan a month. What can I do with 20 yuan?"

"20 is enough for you to charge Hearthstone at home, hahahaha!"

After a discussion, several second-generation rich people shifted the topic to Jiang Ming:

"Jiang Ming, once you get on the fingertip, you will be truly financially free and can do whatever you want in the future."

"Hey, it's okay. After all, I often study with President Ji."

Ji Feng's mouth twitched.

I don't make films, what are you learning from me?

Just as he was about to continue eating the watermelon in his hand, Jiang Chaoyang next to him finally couldn't hold it back.

"Geese, goose, goose, ah, geese, goose, goose..."

Jiang Chaoyang smiled and stretched his head in front of Ji Feng, pointing a finger at Jiang Ming next to him.

Ji Feng knew that this was definitely intentional.

But when something particularly funny happens in front of you and someone laughs out loud in front of you, it's hard to help yourself.

"Geese, geese, geese..." Dou Ding on the side has already started.

Ji Feng also covered his mouth and nodded desperately, trying to restrain himself.

Although he is a professional and would never laugh under normal circumstances, I'm sorry, he really couldn't help it this time.

"Geese, geese, burp..." I ate too much watermelon.

But Ji Feng certainly wouldn't laugh like Jiang Chaoyang, in such an abstract way, without any manners at all. He covered his mouth when he laughed.

Seeing the three people burst into laughter, Jiang Ming suddenly felt embarrassed. He was already feeling a little guilty.

If a guilty person is unwilling to admit that he has lied, he will often speak loudly at such times.

"No, what's so funny? Jiang Chaoyang, what are you laughing at? I can't even go home anymore, why are you pretending to be funny with me?"

After saying this, he did not forget to look at Ji Feng:

"Also, who do you think you are? Do you have the right to laugh here?"

At this time, Ji Feng finally put down the watermelon in his hand. He must say that the watermelon was very sweet and he was a little reluctant to give it up.

Looking up at Jiang Ming, Ji Feng's gaze and aura underwent a subtle change.

The eye contact at this moment made Jiang Ming feel something was wrong.

No kidding, he seemed to see his dad!

And his elder sister!

Of course, it wasn’t something I really saw, but rather a feeling, a scary feeling.

Even though the monsoon in front of me was smiling.

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Jiang Ming heard a simple sentence that was a little hard for him to bear:

"Do you really know Monsoon?"

Jiang Ming was stunned, and subconsciously touched his nose bridge and brow bone with his fingers. This lying action is something that many people would do, it is not absolute, but it is enough to illustrate the problem.

Before Jiang Ming could answer, the people around him couldn't help but start shouting:

"The Jiang family is a partner of Fingertips. This is already a well-known fact in the circle. Do you know what you are talking about?"

Ji Feng didn't look at this person, but just stared at Jiang Ming in front of him, waiting for Jiang Ming's answer.

But Jiang Ming became more and more flustered when Ji Feng looked at him.

The voice seemed to be stuck in the throat, and no words of affirmation could come out.

After a long while, he suddenly spoke as if he had made up his mind:

"Yes, of course I know Ji Feng."

When Jiang Ming said this, a layer of sweat broke out on his back. He didn't know why he was so nervous when answering a question.

I really shouldn't have done that, but when I met Ji Feng's gaze again, that uneasy feeling came over me once again.

Chen Lu opened her mouth, but looked at Jiang Chaoyang and finally said nothing.

At this time, Ji Feng rubbed his wrists and continued to stare at Jiang Ming:

"What a coincidence, I have a friend named Monsoon."

"Uh..." Jiang Ming had a bad feeling.

"What's even more coincidental is that he also works at Fingertip Future. What's even more outrageous is that he is also the founder of Fingertip Future. Master Jiang, how coincidental is this!"

Jiang Ming's eyes trembled obviously. After hearing this, he didn't want Ji Feng to continue talking anymore, and his eyes began to avoid.

The sweat marks on my back not only did not decrease, but instead showed a tendency to increase.