Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"Zong Jin, do you have any questions?" Mr. Jiang asked Jiang Zongnan for his opinion, then turned to ask Jiang Zongjin again.

Jiang Zongnan had just returned from the company, wearing a suit and leather shoes. In addition, he had basically taken care of the Jiang family's connections over the years. He had been dealing with prestigious people in the capital all the year round, and he had also developed a serious and elegant sense of dignity.

The aura on his body is actually the same as that of Ye Wangchuan and Qin Si. They are the kind of difference that only people who have been in high positions have from ordinary people.

Compared with him.

Jiang Zongjin is more like thousands of ordinary people in Beijing. His clothes are simple and he does not pay attention to famous brands. His dressing style is not that formal. He wears an ordinary casual jacket with a sweatshirt underneath. His temperament is not that of Jiang Zongnan. Like protruding.

He was still wearing glasses, and he lowered his aura even further, and his bookish smell was very strong.

At first glance, he does not belong to that kind of successful person.

No one has that style.

However, compared to Jiang Zongnan, Jiang Zongjin lived a more ordinary and real life. Mr. Jiang asked him, hesitation flashed across his face for a moment, then he pursed his lips, without looking at Tang Wanru's fierce gaze, and nodded: "Dad, I have no problem either."

"Okay." Mr. Jiang asked the two brothers for their opinions, then withdrew his gaze and asked the nurse beside him to get him a glass of water. He said calmly: "Since everyone has no objections, I will continue."

Mr. Jiang then divided all the shares and real estate of the Jiang family.

This division is undoubtedly a thorn in Tang Wanru's side, because Jiang Zongjin has not been in charge of things for many years, and all these things are left to their family to take care of, without even asking for dividends every year.

To divide it now is to give it to them for free.

But Jiang Zongnan had no objections throughout the whole process. Even if she was extremely angry, she could only endure it desperately and wait for Mr. Jiang to divide all the family property.

Tang Wanru's face turned green.

Not a word could come out.

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At the same time, the Peony Hall on the third floor of the Imperial Palace was reserved for the banquet hall by the president of Qing University, the Ministry of Culture and others, and the guests were enjoying themselves while drinking and drinking at the dinner table.

Ye Wangchuan did not take the main seat today. He gave the main seat to Liang Conglin and chose to sit on the left side of Liang Conglin.

Probably because he had drunk some wine, his handsome face was now filled with a layer of color, and the thin crimson color was as dazzling as the red clouds on the horizon.

I really answered that sentence.

Between the color of the sky and the water, Ye Wangchuan is the third most beautiful place in Beijing!

However, no matter how beautiful he is, few people at the banquet have the courage to appreciate this stunning beauty. Basically, everyone can avoid looking in his direction and try not to look there, for fear of offending this gentleman.

Fortunately, Ye Wangchuan seems to be very easy to talk to today.

The people from the Ministry of Culture took the lead in toasting him, but he didn't refuse and drank a few drinks to show his respect.

In addition, several professors at Tsingta University didn't know much about his identity. Seeing the people from the Ministry of Culture toasting Ye Wangchuan, they had a good time chatting and toasted Ye Wangchuan too.

Back and forth.

Ye Wangchuan drank at least half a catty of liquor at the dinner table.

Ordinary people would be drunk after drinking half a kilo. He was fine. He just unbuttoned one shirt button, rolled up the cuffs of his clothes to dissipate heat, and leaned on the chair. His eyes were dark and deep, and there was no sign that he was drunk. .

But when someone came to toast again, he looked lazy and did not continue to drink without rejecting anyone...

Liang Conglin had another drink with the people from the Ministry of Culture. When he turned around and saw the man sitting there looking at his mobile phone, he found a break and asked him cautiously: "Master Ye, are you okay?"

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