After Ye Chen was dragged away like a dead dog, the atmosphere at the birthday banquet not only did not go cold, but warmed up at an astonishing speed.
It was as though the farce that had been enough to go down in Qiao Family history had merely been an appetizer before the banquet, not worth mentioning at all.
"Young Master Jiang, let me toast you!"
Old Madam Qiao sat beside the seat of honor, raising her wineglass with both hands. Her wrinkled old face was piled with fawning smiles as she repeatedly toasted Jiang Che.
Jiang Che remained as calm and detached as ever, only occasionally raising his glass in response to guests who came to curry favor with him.
"Jiang, I'm going to the restroom."
Elizabeth elegantly set down her glass, leaned close to whisper softly to Jiang Che, then rose from her seat and followed a waitress toward the lounge area.
Once Elizabeth's graceful figure disappeared around the corner, Jiang Che casually cast Old Madam Qiao a look.
The old madam understood at once.
This old fox immediately dismissed the Qiao Family juniors and guests who had gathered nearby to offer toasts. Then she cautiously moved closer and asked tentatively, "Young Master Jiang, do you have any instructions?"
Jiang Che nodded faintly. His long fingers lightly tapped against the tabletop as he said meaningfully, "I heard that the Qiao Family's business hasn't been doing well lately?"
The moment she heard this, Old Madam Qiao perked up, her heart beginning to pound wildly.
Could it be that she had pleased this Young Master Jiang so well that he intended to invest in the Qiao Family?
Otherwise, why would Young Master Jiang, so lofty above them all, suddenly ask about such trivial matters as the Qiao Family's businesses?
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