Jiang Ruiming came from the Jiang Family, a scholarly family in the Imperial Capital.
His ancestors included quite a few masters of Chinese classical studies.
Both his grandfather and his father had served as presidents of China's top university.
His upbringing had left Jiang Ruiming with less of a businessman's shrewdness and more of a scholar's "innocence."
When Hua Jian said he liked the paintings, delight suddenly lit up Jiang Ruiming's eyes.
"Oh? Whose paintings do you like?"
His voice sounded perfectly composed, but Manager Chen looked utterly despairing.
It's over. Director Jiang is getting taken in again.
Hua Jian understood a little more when he saw that, and his next words carried more sincerity.
Xie Zhitan had just finished a meeting when Cui Lengyun called.
Although he had earned a double degree in finance and management, there was still a gap between theory and practice.
Especially since the Xie Corporation's operations covered such a broad, complicated range of businesses.
Fortunately, Xie Zhitan learned quickly. The price he paid was in sleep.
"Hello? Lengyun, what's up?"
"Your Xie Family really is something." Cui Lengyun's tone dripped with sarcasm.
Xie Zhitan's hand paused, and he looked up. "What happened?"
"You don't know?" Cui Lengyun said. "Good Times has changed hands."
Xie Zhitan narrowed his eyes, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. "Hua Jian?"
Cui Lengyun immediately exploded. "Fuck, however stupid Jiang Ruiming is, he's still my uncle. Xie Zhitan, is this how the Xie Family does things?"
His voice seethed with barely contained fury. "How much could Good Times possibly be worth? Even if Jiang Ruiming lost everything, wouldn't my Cui Family still back him up? Buying up shares on the cheap-is that what fucking friends do?"
Xie Zhitan's expression turned cold. "Cui Lengyun, I only found out