Chapter 7 This is what you owe me (7)

In the private room of a top entertainment club in Haicheng, a gathering of the most watched figures in Haicheng is in progress.

Ning Zehao, the heir of Ning Yu Group.

Song Lianyu, the heir of the Song Group.

Leng Yichen, the heir of Bangchen International.

Jun Mo, the heir of the Jun Group.

These four people are called the Four Young Masters of Haicheng, and they are truly tall, rich and handsome.

Moreover, all the people in Haicheng know that these four people are best friends, strong iron handles, friendships that can be found in open crotch pants, and they will get together every now and then.

And Jun Mo is the boss among them.

Jun Mo was as reticent as ever, and most of the time he was the audience.

As always, Ning Zehao is chatty and knowledgeable, ranging from international relations to urban management beating people, who is cheating on someone in the entertainment industry, who is fighting with whom, there is nothing he doesn't know.

Song Lianyu is the king of flattery. In Leng Yichen's words, whoever is better at flattery will be the king of Haicheng Lianyu.

And Leng Yichen always plays an unpleasant role, throwing cold water on him.Ning Zehao annoyed him the most, saying that his surname was not good.

The party was still lively, and the topic of conversation was nothing more than Ning Zehao's favorite entertainment circle.

"Movies these days are really unwatchable. They are so bad. If you want a plot without a plot, a concept without a concept, and an acting without acting skills, it's boring to rely on a few fresh meat to lure a group of stupid fans to the box office. " Ning Zehao said with extreme disgust.

"That's right, it's not the time to compete in acting skills. They look like big cakes. Go to the Bangzi Kingdom to get a skin, cut a piece of bone, and come back with a nose. They will all become gods and goddesses. Fortunately, those brain-dead people still follow him." It's as if you've been beaten with chicken blood." Song Lianyu echoed.

"If this continues, Chinese movies will come to an end sooner or later..." Ning Zehao said heartbroken.

Leng Yichen listened to their complaints, and said flatly, "You two are worried about China's film and television industry, does the **** know?"

Ning Zehao picked up a mint candy and threw it at it: "Will you die if you don't hate others? Will you die?"

"I won't die, I'll go crazy." Leng Yichen caught the mints, peeled them slowly, and said slowly.

Jun Mo listened to their nonsense, his thoughts wandered all the time, and he drifted to the place called home.

She should be asleep by now!

What has she been doing since noon?
daze?Still anxious?
Seeing that the boss was very silent and absent-minded tonight, Song Lianyu asked, "Boss, are you still worried about the project of Jinglan Apartment?"

This incident caused a lot of trouble. Because of the quality of the house, the owner made it to the media. At that time, the boss was not in Haicheng, but in New Zealand, and they only found out after the accident.

Now that the owner is clamoring to check out, the inventory cannot be sold.

Jinglan Apartment is regarded as the key project of Jun's Real Estate this year. This time, Jun's loss is at least a few hundred million, and the most important thing is the credibility issue.

The word-of-mouth that Jun's Real Estate has built up over the years is likely to be ruined.

There are also those shareholders who make money, praise you for your ability to do things, and lose money, think you are a piece of shit, and condemn you endlessly.Moreover, it is obviously the responsibility of the builder, and the boss insists on taking it over. One can imagine the great pressure.

Those sitting here are all good buddies, and everyone knows the difficulties of the boss.

That woman dumped the boss hard five years ago, and the boss was so kind, taking care of the Xia family's business from time to time.

(End of this chapter)

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