Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Ji Shumiao brought Zhou Hui and Luo Yixuan to the business dinner hosted by Lu Group. Brother Lang didn't like this kind of occasions, and they would have to take the lead in the future. As for Luo Kai, he couldn't do it for the time being.

The fragrance of her clothes and the interweaving of her lights.

Zhou Hui and Luo Yixuan faced this glamorous world of fame and fortune for the first time. Although they were nervous, they were calm and composed when following Ji Zhenhua, Ji Shiqian and Lang Ge. Ji Shumiao, the boss, was very pleased and hid in the corner to eat a cake.

Lu Yonghe has been talking to a young talent. Judging from his expression, there is a hint of flattery. There are not many people who can be flattered by him. The person must have a very famous background to do so.

The young man looked to be in his twenties, and his tailor-made suit showed off his slim waist and long legs to the fullest. He was neither arrogant nor impatient, and was dignified and self-possessed, with a very proper demeanor.

This hotel under the Lu family is of high quality, and any snacks are so delicious that you want to lick your tongue. Ji Shumiao thought about holding Tongtong's full moon banquet at the end of the month, and let Lu Yonghe give a discount.

The family has already decided to hold a grand full-month banquet for Tongtong. It's not because of Tongtong, but because the Ji family, as a newly wealthy family, needs a formal occasion to consolidate the connections they have made in recent days. Qin Rong is already impatient to join hands with her sister Qin Yun to enter the circle of wives.

While her father's attention was not on her, Ji Shumiao quickly stole a glass of champagne. Before she could swallow the cold wine, an uninvited guest came towards her with a glass of wine - a middle-aged man with a greasy, elite smell.

Ji Shumiao didn't know him, but seeing his shifty and obscene appearance, he instantly guessed his identity - the damn Mr. Wang of Miaoyu Tea.

Listen, listen, even her surname is so unlucky, she is destined to get into trouble.

"Boss Ji." The old bastard started to tease Ji Shumiao and raised his glass to her. "I've always wanted to meet the head of Cha Sammi, but your people are keeping it a secret. Also, who would believe that the CEO of Cha Sammi is a little girl?"

Brother Lang noticed the movement here and walked over with Zhou Hui and Luo Yixuan.

The old bastard pretended to clink glasses with her. Ji Shumiao looked at the empty glass in her hand and regretted not leaving a sip so that she could splash it on the old bastard's face.

The old bastard considerately took a new cup from the tray in the hands of a passing waiter and handed it to her: "Here's to our young and promising President Ji. Don't cry when Cha Samadhi goes bankrupt later."

Ji Shumiao didn't answer, but smiled and said, "Why would I cry? You and your dirty tricks will be infamous forever."

Ji Shulang walked over and took the wine from the old bastard's hand and splashed it on his face: "Oh, I'm so sorry, uncle. My hand was injured some time ago, and I didn't hold it steady. You won't bother with a kid like me, right?"

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. Ji Shulang has now learned some shameless acting skills from Ji Shumiao.

The wine dripped down the old bastard's hair, which was coated with hairspray. The old bastard's face turned black and green, but he finally managed to hold back his anger. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the wine off his face: "How could that be? Uncle was also your age. Being young and impetuous will lead to suffering."

The old bastard put away his handkerchief, looked at Ji Shulang, then turned his head to look at Ji Shumiao who was still sitting peacefully on the sofa, and said to Ji Shulang with a smile: "One day he will fall from a height, and you, a boy, have a lot of strength, but your sister only has her body..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhou Hui kicked him in the knee. The old bastard cried out in pain, bent his legs and knelt down.

The movement in the corner attracted everyone's attention, and Ji Zhenhua and Ji Shiqian strode over.

After all, Zhou Hui was young and inexperienced, and his behavior just now was purely subconscious out of anger. Now that his rationality had returned, he couldn't help but panic.

The old bastard was helped up by his subordinates. Before he could open his mouth to characterize the incident, Ji Shumiao curled her lips, wiped away her tears, and threw herself into Ji Zhenhua's arms. After crying "Dad", she said nothing more and just cried as if she had suffered a great injustice.

When she started crying, everything the old bastard said was wrong.

Ji Shulang was the first to react, and angrily said, "Boss Wang! You can find anyone else to drink with you, but you have to force my sister. How old is she?"

Ji Shumiao, who was burying her cry in her father's arms, couldn't help but secretly give Brother Lang a thumbs up. When it wasn't about love, his brain was still working pretty well.

"Is it true?" Ji Zhenhua asked in a deep voice, looking at the old bastard's eyes as if he wanted to eat someone.

"No!" The old bastard pointed at his own face and said, "I didn't force her to drink. The glass of wine was completely splashed on my face!"

"Yes, I just saw it." A clear and magnetic male voice came.

Ji Shumiao raised his head slightly and took a look. It was the "young talent". The beauty was indeed beautiful, but his appearance and temperament were very different. His facial features were very enchanting, especially his fox eyes, and there was a bit of charm in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

The young man walked forward and said calmly, "I saw this Mr. Wang forcing the little girl to drink with a wine glass."

"This..." Old Wang was speechless.

The young man continued, “These young men were so angry that they accidentally injured Mr. Wang.”

"Tsk, not only are the methods dirty, but the intentions are also dirty."

"Disgusting stuff."

……

Everyone present knew about the old bastard's dirty tricks. Many of them had little girls as old as Ji Shumiao in their families. It was inevitable that they would despise people like the old bastard. If they hadn't taken the occasion into consideration, they would have cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations and spit on him.

Lu Yonghe immediately called the security guard, covered the old bastard's mouth, and threw him out along with his subordinates.

With her father's comfort, Ji Shumiao finally stopped crying and sobbed softly. The hotel's female manager took her to wash her face and have a rest. Ji Shumiao covered her face and sobbed as she followed her.

As soon as he left the banquet hall, Ji Shumiao's expression changed instantly. He turned from a bullied little cabbage into a peacock with his head held high. He walked to the old bastard with a proud look and smiled: "I cried, I was pretending."

The old bastard gnashed his teeth and said, "Do you think Cha Samadhi can make a comeback by relying on the smell of duck shit? I tell you, it can't."

Ji Shumiao smiled more brightly and cheerfully: "The last sentence, leave it to yourself."

Looking at the old turtle being dragged away by the security guard, Ji Shumiao wondered if he could put the old turtle in a sack, beat him up, and then throw him into the septic tank while he was still protected by the Minor Protection Act?

Just as Ji Shumiao was thinking, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. It turned out that the young man was leaving, and Lu Yonghe and several senior executives of Lu Group personally saw him out.

Passing by Ji Shumiao, the young man smiled and winked at her with a playful and familiar expression.

Ji Shumiao was stunned. She couldn't remember when she first got to know this giant Buddha.

The young man was amused by her dazed expression, but he did not stop. Xiangxiang's good friend was as cute as Xiangxiang. If the time and the occasion did not allow it, he really wanted to have a good chat and drink tea with the little girl.

But he couldn't do that. With so many eyes staring at him, if he showed his appreciation and love for her, some unscrupulous people would think he was into her and send girls in their early teens to his bed.

After seeing off the Buddha, Ji Shumiao grabbed Lu Yonghe's arm and said, "Uncle Lu, who is that?"

Lu Yonghe: "They say that three generations of businessmen are not as good as the ancestors who carried guns. That ancestor carried guns and did business, and it is the same now."

"Wow~" Ji Shumiao exclaimed in praise. Lu Yonghe didn't want to say more, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Lu Yonghe explained, "That Wang was not invited by the Lu family. I don't know how he got in. It was my negligence that caused you to suffer. Uncle Lu apologizes to you."

"Hey, how can I blame you?" Ji Shumiao waved his hand without caring at all, "Besides, I haven't been wronged. The Ji family tradition doesn't tolerate cowardice. If there is a grudge, it will be avenged on the spot."

Lu Yonghe laughed: "You cried so hard that even I was almost scared by you."

Ji Shumiao grinned and said modestly: "My acting is OK, my acting is OK."

In the banquet hall.

Zhou Hui, who was still in shock, tilted his head back and drank a whole glass of cold wine. He kept coughing due to the spiciness of the wine.

Feeling patted on the shoulder, Zhou Hui suddenly turned around and looked at Ji Zhenhua with a somewhat surprised expression.

Ji Zhenhua handed him the tissue in his hand, and Zhou Hui took it while thanking him quietly.

"You did a great job just now." Ji Zhenhua patted his shoulder, "Don't panic if you encounter such a thing next time. We will support you and make the decision."

Zhou Hui wiped the corner of his mouth and realized for the first time that "having a backer" was a concrete adjective.