Jingcheng Yan Group Branch

When Yan Chi received a call from Fu Qinyuan, he was having a headache about Xiuzhan a few days later. He said it was Xiuzhan, but it was actually a jewelry exhibition. Due to the typhoon, a batch of jewelry exhibited overseas may not be able to arrive in Beijing as scheduled.

Transporting jewelry from other places always does not meet the standards.

Because it was exhibited on the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is more classical and ancient, and the jewelry designs are now relatively avant-garde and fashionable, and it would be fine if it does not fit the theme. If all of them are replaced, even the clothes matched by the models must be replaced.

He was thinking about calling the Qiao family. They had many jades and top-quality jewelry. There were many ancient styles and charms, so they should be able to respond to emergency situations.

"Little cousin?" Qiao Zhichu answered the phone.

Yan Chi is Song Fengwan’s younger brother, and Qiao Xiyan is cousin, so he naturally calls him cousin.

"Are you busy recently?" Yan Chi asked tactfully.

They are a family, and Qiao Zhichu will not be polite to him, so I have to say something.

"I'm so busy. I took a job some time ago and haven't slept for two days. I'm working overtime recently. My parents went out to give gifts to people in the Mid-Autumn Festival. I'm busy at home alone."

Yan Chi frowned, "Where is your grandfather?" He naturally refers to Qiao Wangbei.

"An old friend of him passed away and went to pay his respects in another place." Qiao Zhichu was standing in the yard at this time, with a fine carving knife flying at his fingertips, "Are you okay?"

Qiao Wangbei is in charge of the things in the Qiao family. If he is not at home, this matter will not be done.

"It's okay, ask when will you come to Beijing?"

"Didn't the Jing family's garden open after the Mid-Autumn Festival? I happened to give the carved things to that customer, one week later."

"What kind of customer does it need to send it to the capital in person?"

"A friend." Qiao Zhichu sneered, "Since you have nothing to do, I'll hang up first. I have to go to the machine room."

"good."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Chi had a headache.

His assistant stood on one side and whispered, "Why would you better change the jewelry and clothing? It's still time to change it now, and Manager Jiang is already coordinating."

Yan Chi squinted his eyes and said nothing, which was when Fu Qinyuan called.

"Hello--"

"Uncle, I'm not finished yet, come out to gather tonight?"

"There is something else." Yan Chi has never been willing to bring work to life.

"I will treat her tonight, so I will take her to say hello to you."

Jingxingyao...

Jingjia!

Yan Chi's eyes lit up. Why did he forget that there was still a Jing family? The Jing family had a lot of collections, because Sheng Aiyi sang the Peking opera, and there might be a lot of ancient styles, which might really solve the urgent problem.

He was quite familiar with Jing Hanchuan, so he called him directly...

Jiang Er is crazy now. He didn't know that the typhoon had gone, and he actually turned a corner and went back, causing the company's plan to be stranded. Now he doesn't dare to see Yan Chi.

That little devil will probably stare at him to death.

His eyes were as scary as his dead-faced father.

Usually he is not afraid of strictness at all. Isn’t this because of his own reasons? Isn’t it okay to have no coordination? It’s so fatal!

As soon as this kid came to Beijing, he rejected all the sketches of the venue he passed.

The original words are: "You have been following my sister for so long, why is the aesthetic still 20 years ago?"

Damn, isn’t this just saying that he is a rustic in disguise?

This kid is really as annoying as his father.

As a result, he was scolded by him at work, and after get off work he invited him to drink, and said with a smile: "You are also an old senior. You should know that work belongs to work and life belongs to life. You will not bring the mood of work to private."

This was a slap for him, and he had to smile and say it doesn't matter.

It’s better than Yan Wangchuan. After all, he has a combination of words and deeds, and he is not as ill as this kid, he is very bad.

**

A group of people came out for dinner in the evening, and Duan Yinuo was the most excited one, especially when she knew that Fu Qinyuan and Jing Xingyao were together, her pupils dilated and almost sprayed out a mouthful of water.

"I'll go, when will you two get together?"

"Not interesting enough, so hiding it well?"

"Hey, brother, do you know?"

She reached out and patted Duan Yiyan beside her. Someone just gave her an idiot look. He looked around, "You probably don't know."

"How could it be that I just knew, I..." Duan Yinuo also looked at the people around him. Huaisheng was also there at this time. She rushed over immediately. Huaisheng hurriedly retreated, and that feeling...

It seems to be avoiding some kind of beast!

The girl from the Duan family was too enthusiastic, and Huaisheng was a little afraid of her.

"Don't run away, I can't eat you again, I just want to ask, do you know too?"

Huaisheng nodded.

"I'll go, it's just me who's the fool?" Duan Yinuo went crazy.

Duan Yiyan: "You finally face your IQ."

Everyone laughed out loud. Anyway, there was a place where there was a promise, and laughter was inevitable.

"I don't care. I have to drink today. I'm happy and celebrate."

"Yes." Fu Qinyuan said bluntly that except for Fu Yu coming later, it was rare for everyone to gather so together, and it was another holiday.

Duan Yinuo was so excited when he heard that he could drink. Anyway, Fu Qinyuan paid the bill and chose expensive points. He ordered all kinds of things. Regardless of whether everyone could finish drinking, he asked the waiters to help them open it.

"Nuo Nuo?" Jing Xingyao was so amused and crying, "Is this too much?"

"You haven't married into the Fu family yet, and you feel sorry for your future husband's wallet?" Duan Yinuo said with a smile.

This husband made Jing Xingyao's ears turn red.

This girl is not old, so why dare to say anything!

When I had too much wine and couldn't put it down, I naturally piled up in front of Kyomuye and Fu Huan.

Jing Muye glanced at the white wine in front of him, turned his head and looked at Fu Huan on the side, and signaled with his eyes: Do you want to drink it?

Fu Huan was playing Go at this time. She downloaded a Go game on her mobile phone. She was fighting against the computer and she had lost many times.

I didn't notice that Kyomuino was constantly giving her eyes.

Xiao Liuliu coughed, observed the surroundings, and was about to drink a little while everyone was not paying attention.

He is the youngest and is always a little curious about smoking and drinking. However, Jing Hanchuan is very strict with him, so he has tasted a little red wine and beer.

My little hand stretched out from under the table and looked towards the bottle little by little...

Soon, I touched it right away!

"You drink this, this white wine is good!" The wine was suddenly taken away and the front was empty...

Kyomuino pursed his lips, and his hands instantly became...

Nowhere to put it!

Very angry!

Put your hand back on the table, as if nothing had happened.

Fu Qinyuan was paying attention to him. Seeing his sneaky actions, he couldn't help laughing. He was really a child. He walked to him and said, "Why should you taste some wine? The alcohol concentration is long and the grape flavor is heavy. It doesn't matter if you drink a little."

Kyomuino coughed, and pushed the goblet in front of him forward with a bit of integrity.

Fu Huan had turned off his mobile phone screen at this time, and he was completely disappointed and lost again!

He seems to be able to play blind chess, which is completely in the kingdom. His level is probably not even enough for the bronze level.

...

The meal was around nine o'clock in the evening. Huaisheng looked at his watch and saw that they had no intention of leaving and were ready to leave first.

"Hey, Master, don't leave!" Duan Yinuo frowned.

She promised Fu Yu that she would keep the person for her and she could not let him escape.

"It seems we haven't had a drink yet."

"I can't drink it very much."

After all, Huaisheng lives in society and does not follow the rules and regulations so much. He occasionally drinks some wine, but his alcohol tolerance is average.

"It's okay, try this, and you won't get drunk even if you drink a bottle."

Duan Yinuo was too enthusiastic, Huaisheng thought of drinking two drinks and left...

Fu Yu arrived at the private room at 9:30 and saw Huaisheng lying on the table.
To be continued...