Chapter 1142 Tang Wanru's Face Turned Green

"Zong Jin, do you have any questions?" Mr. Jiang asked Jiang Zongnan's opinion, then turned his head and asked 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 personal connections of the Jiang family over the years. He had dealt with prominent people in Beijing all the year round, and he also cultivated a serious and refined sense of majesty.

The aura on his body is actually the same as that of Ye Wuchuan and Qin Si, and it is a difference from ordinary people that only those who have been in high positions all year round have.

Compare with him.

Jiang Zongjin is more like thousands of ordinary people in Beijing. He wears simple clothes without paying attention to famous brands, and his style is not so formal. He wears an ordinary casual jacket with a sweatshirt inside, and his temperament is not that of Jiang Zongnan. protruding.

He also wears glasses, which lowers the spirit of his body, and the smell of books is very strong.

At first glance, it is not the kind of successful person.

No one like that.

However, compared to Jiang Zongnan, Jiang Zongjin lived a more ordinary and real life. Mr. Jiang asked him, hesitation flashed on his face for a moment, then he pursed his lips, and nodded, "Dad, I'm fine."

"Okay." Mr. Jiang asked the two brothers for their opinions, then withdrew his gaze, ordered the nurse around him to pour him a glass of water, and said indifferently, "Since everyone has no opinions, I will continue."

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

For Tang Wanru, this kind of division undoubtedly cuts her flesh, because Jiang Zongjin has not been in charge for many years, and all these things are left to their family to take care of, and they don't even ask for dividends every year.

Now divide it out, which is equivalent to letting them give it for nothing.

But Jiang Zongnan had no opinion throughout the whole process. Even if she was so angry, she could only endure it desperately until Mr. Jiang finished dividing all the family property.

Tang Wanru's face turned green.

Can't say a word.

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At the same time, in the Peony Hall on the third floor of the Imperial Palace, the President of Qing University and the Ministry of Culture and others have reserved the banquet hall, and the dinner tables are staggered, and the guests are very happy.

Ye Wuchuan didn't take the main seat today, so he gave up the main seat to Liang Conglin and chose to sit in a position to the left of Liang Conglin.

Probably because he had drunk a little wine, his handsome face was now a bright color, and the thin crimson was dazzling like the red glow of the sky.

True to that.

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

However, no matter how good-looking it is, not many people at the banquet have the courage to appreciate this stunning beauty. Basically, everyone can avoid looking at him, and try not to look there, lest they provoke this master.

Fortunately, today's Ye Wuchuan seems to be very talkative.

People from the Ministry of Culture took the lead in toasting him, but he didn't refuse, and drank a few glasses to save face.

In addition, several professors of Qing University did not know much about his identity. Seeing people from the Ministry of Culture toast Ye Wangchuan, they chatted happily and also toasted Ye Wangchuan.

One to two to go.

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

Ordinary people are drunk early after drinking half a catty, but he is okay, he just unbuttoned a shirt, rolled up the cuffs of his clothes to dissipate heat, leaned on the chair, his eyes were dark and deep, and there was no sign of him being drunk. .

It's just that when someone comes to toast again, he is lazy and doesn't continue to drink it without refusing to come...

Liang Conglin drank again with the people from the Ministry of Culture, and when he looked back, he saw the man sitting there looking at his mobile phone. He found a space and asked him cautiously, "Young Master Ye, are you alright?"