Chapter 829 Tearing Ji Jingfeng (8)

As he spoke, he opened his arms to Ji Chicheng, as if going up to hug him.

Ji Chicheng frowned in disgust, and moved his footsteps to the side, avoiding the old man who came closer.

"Mr. Charles."

Ji Jingfeng bowed politely to Char, and he stretched out his right hand, a little excited.

Finally meet the legendary Char himself.

"Who is this……?"

Char did not reach out to shake hands with Ji Jingfeng, but pretended not to know him, and looked at Ji Chicheng suspiciously.

At this moment, Ji Jingfeng's expression was beyond description, his outstretched hand was stiff, he gritted his teeth secretly, and had to force a smile to meet Char.

"Ji Jingfeng, the president of J.C."

After hearing Ji Jingfeng's self-introduction, Charles looked at Ji Chicheng in surprise, "Isn't the president of J.C. a handsome guy?"

Ji Chicheng still looked too lazy to talk to him, raised his chin arrogantly, his lips were coldly pursed into a straight line.

Charl looked at Ji Jingfeng again, and then at Ji Chicheng, the surprised expression on his face remained unchanged, "You two stand together, I thought you were the big boss."

Ji Jingfeng's face was so ugly that he almost couldn't pretend anymore.

Char turned his head again, pointed at Ji Chicheng, and asked the four bodyguards and assistants who came with him, "You said they stand together, is he more like a boss?"

The group of people nodded in unison, "Yes."

This is humiliation, Chiguoguo's humiliation.

Ji Jingfeng had a handsome face, red and then green, green and black, but he held his nose and dared not say anything.

At the same time, he didn't understand what Char was going to do. He obviously wanted to deal with Ji Chi City with him, so why did he deliberately belittle him for coming to Tai Gao Ji Chi City.

Also pretended not to know him.

Ji Jingfeng was unwilling to be humiliated. In order to save face, he reminded Chall with a smile, "Mr. Chall's memory may not be very good. I had a video call with Mr. Chall this morning."

"Oh...?" Char frowned, pretending to recall, then shook his head, "I still don't remember, I've never had a very good memory, I only remember people with good temperament and good image."

It means that his temperament is not good, and his image is not good.

Ji Jingfeng's face looked like pork livers waiting to be sold on the pork stall in the market in the morning.

His hands clenched into fists, and his bones were about to be crushed.

However, Charl didn't intend to let him go, and asked him curiously: "By the way, why did you call me this morning?"

Char asked as he stretched out his hand and tapped his temple with his fingers, as if remembering, "Speak out and see if I still have the impression."

Ji Jingfeng: "..."

Of course, the content of their conversation cannot be said here.

"No."

Therefore, Ji Jingfeng could only continue to pinch his nose and hit himself in the face.

In front of everyone, he 'admitted' that he was bragging and knew the mythical Mr. Charles.

"I didn't expect young people to have a bad memory." Charl looked at Ji Jingfeng's pig liver expression, and did not forget to sprinkle a handful of salt on his wound.

Then he stopped looking at him, and walked towards Ji Chicheng, "Little handsome guy, show me your company."

Ji Chicheng replied coldly, "Sorry, J.C doesn't welcome you."

Char spoke to him in Chinese, but he deliberately rejected him in English, for fear that the group of people he brought could not understand Chinese and would not know that their incomparably noble Mr. Char was rejected.