After a busy day, Jin Wushuang got nothing.

The pharmaceutical industry is a big cake, and it is very difficult to divide it into one piece.

The sun gradually sets westward, Jin Wushuang is hungry, and parks the car on the side of the road. Just as he is about to buy a cup of milk tea to satisfy his hunger, a familiar voice comes from behind.

"Unparalleled!"

Jin Wushuang turned his head and actually met his classmate Yang Jing again.

Yang Jing was wearing a very formal dress today. She was dressed in a white shirt with red-framed glasses on her nose, revealing an intellectual beauty.

"What a coincidence." The tired Jin Wushuang walked over with a smile, and the two of them held hands intimately.

Yang Jing said in great envy: "I met you on the street twice. Are you so idle as a president?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Jin Wushuang's face and said, "I am not the president of Jinding Group now."

Yang Jing raised her eyebrows and said in surprise: "What happened? Don't stand here, let's find a place to chat."

In Starbucks, the melodious music and soft sofa relaxed Jin Wushuang. She pinched the spoon with her thumb and index finger, slowly stirring the coffee in the cup, telling her recent experience.

After listening to Jin Wushuang's affairs silently, Yang Jing looked sympathetic, grabbed Jin Wushuang's hand, and used her body temperature to warm her.

"Wushuang, I really didn't expect that you had encountered so many things, which really made me feel distressed."

In Yang Jing's mind, Jin Wushuang was born in a honeypot. The one born with a golden key in her mouth was the princess of the Jin family. She envied such a young lady's life since she met Jin Wushuang. Who knew that the young lady also had difficulties with her?

Yang Jing didn't mean to gloat, but she just lamented that this best friend whom she loved was not as good as an ordinary person. At least an ordinary person could sleep peacefully at night, but Jin Wushuang could not.

Jin Wushuang smiled and shook his head, saying, "This is my destiny. There is nothing pitiful. I won't say it anymore. I will try my luck before it gets dark."

Yang Jing grabbed Jin Wushuang and said, "Silly girl, I don't know if I have any difficulties."

Jin Wushuang smiled and said, "What's the use of saying it? This is the path I chose, so I have to carry it on my own."

Yang Jing said with an unhappy look: "You still didn't treat me as your best friend. When you encounter difficulties, of course I have to help."

Jin Wushuang's heart moved slightly.

Yang Jing said: "Don't underestimate me. I have accumulated a lot of connections over the years. There will be a banquet tomorrow. I will recommend a few people to you, which may be of some help to you."

Jin Wushuang was excited and grabbed Yang Jing's hand, "Xiao Jing, thank you so much."

Yang Jing curled her lips and said, "Do you think I'm recommending you for nothing? You treat this coffee!"

...

As night fell, Jin Wushuang returned to Cuiweishan Villa.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard a loud noise from the kitchen, followed by thick smoke, and the dark golden fruit ran out with a shovel.

"Guaer! Are you okay?"

Jin Wushuang hurried over, and Jin Guoer said with a sad face: "Sister, the pot is fried!"

There was still smoke in the kitchen, Jin Wushuang rushed in and turned off the gas, opened the window to ventilate, and pressed the button of the range hood.

As the oil smoke dissipated, a pot with exposed bottom was placed on the gas stove, and there was an object with black paint and no objects could be seen.

Jin Guoer stood at the kitchen door holding a shovel, curling her lips and said, "I want to make soup for Xiaoqing, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect... it was too difficult to cook!"

Looking at his sister who was crying loudly, Jin Wushuang hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her.

The kitchen was in a mess and the food was not cooked anymore. Jin Wushuang closed the door and took out his cell phone, "I won't cook tonight, let's order takeout."

Jin Guoer shook her head stubbornly, and after thinking about it, she nodded in grievance.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Bai Fengjiu and Gu Youqing came back from the company. They didn't see each other for a day, and Gu Youqing's complexion improved a little more.

Jin Wushuang was very surprised that this recovery speed would not have this effect even if it was eaten as a meal.

But thinking about it, Gu Youqing is a warrior. Although Jin Wushuang doesn’t understand it, he also understands that they have their own treatment methods, so he is not so surprised.

The food was delivered, and several people were busy placing the dishes. Jin Wushuang shouted upstairs. After a while, the door opened and Russauqin walked down slowly with a sad face.

Russell Qin usually talks a lot, but this time she ate silently. After dinner, she returned to the room silently, feeling calm, as if she suddenly became aged teenagers.

"Does mom feel uncomfortable?" Jin Wushuang asked. He has been busy with the company these days and ignored his mother.

Jin Guoer bit her chopsticks and said, "It's not because of money that Feng Yifei failed to make that financial investment. All her mother's money was wasted, and there was no point left."

Jin Wushuang was silent. Her mother treated wealth as her life. The hundreds of thousands accumulated over the years suddenly disappeared, which was even more painful than cutting her flesh.

Although I feel sorry for my mother, Jin Wushuang cannot help me. I am already a clay Buddha who crosses the river and cannot protect myself. I can’t afford to pay for my money to comfort my mother.

After eating, Bai Fengjiu got up to clean up the dishes and Jin Guoer fell on Gu Youqing to brush her phone.

"Sister! Look!"

I took Jin Guoer's phone and there was a news on it. The title was that a resident in Lishui Garden died unexpectedly. I looked down because the sudden explosion was caused to death when using the phone.

The identity information of the deceased has been confirmed, and he is Pang, an executive of a pharmaceutical company in Dongzhou Development Zone.

Jin Wushuang put down his phone and felt mixed feelings. Pang was Pang Dahai. This guy who was fucking against him was actually blown to death while using his phone. It was a bit ironic.

Jin Wushuang was not gloating, nor was he sad. Pang Dahai's death could not change the company's current situation. Even if he did not fight against him, there would be no internal troubles, and external troubles would emerge one after another.

Putting this matter behind her, Jin Wushuang had a break early and would attend a very important banquet with Yang Jing tomorrow. She didn't want to go listlessly with panda eyes.

In the early morning, Bai Fengjiu got up as usual to cook, and after dinner, he rushed to the company to continue supervising the work. Jin Wushuang was washing and dressing at home, and waited until noon to go out.

When they arrived at the agreed location, Yang Jing, wearing a pink dress, was already waiting at the door. Jin Wushuang parked the car, changed into crystal high heels, and the two sisters walked into the hotel hand in hand.

This hotel is not big, but the decoration is unique, with oil paintings and sculptures exuding a literary atmosphere.

This time the hotel contracted the entire sixth floor lobby. As the banquet time approached, guests arrived one after another. The men were wearing thin suits and ties, and the women were elegant and luxurious. At first glance, they were people from the upper class, and many of them were known to Jin Wushuang.

Entering the banquet hall, the long table inside was covered with brand new tablecloths, with a wide range of food on it, and the shiny goblets were arranged in the shape of a pyramid, filled with light yellow champagne.

Yang Jing smiled and shuttled among the guests with a glass of wine, like a fish in water.

"Wushuang, I will introduce you to a young talent who is a rookie in the pharmaceutical industry."

Yang Jing pulled Jin Wushuang to a young man.
Chapter completed!