The Identity of the Real Rich Man Can’t Be Hidden

   Chapter 157 He has something on his mind

   Zhou Ziyi already knew about this. He was meeting with the boss of the newspaper group. He said, "Thanks to Brother Sima this time, otherwise I would not be able to hide my old face."

   "I don't understand your taste." Sima Jiguang sneered, thinking that Wang Qi is not handsome, and he is also a treasure.

   "I heard that your daughter is about to get married." Zhou Ziyi said flatteringly, completely ignoring his contempt.

"If something goes wrong at home, how can I get married? The wedding is for now." Sima Jiguang was depressed, snuffed out the cigar in his hand, and said, "Li Rongsen is your partner, why do you keep pressing his head? ."

   "He is not our partner, he is our mortal enemy." Zhou Ziyi snorted coldly.

   "If you want me to tell you, it's because you guys are incompetent, so you can actually let him in. Since it's already like this, it's better to accept your fate." Sima Jiguang said lightly.

   Zhou Ziyi raised his eyebrows. He looked at Sima Jiguang's face, trying to open up this troublesome topic, and asked him, "What happened recently, I always see that you are in a bad mood."

   "My youngest son is fighting against me, how can I feel better?" Sima Jiguang frowned. The thing that bothered him the most was his youngest son.

   "He's only a little older, so it's not good to always push him." Zhou Ziyi persuaded him with kind words.

   "He is my son, Sima Jiguang, of course he has to listen to my words, not to mention such a big family business, he has to wait for him to grow up to inherit." Sima Jiguang said the truth.

   "Why, my daughter doesn't want to help you take care of it." Zhou Ziyi asked.

   "The daughter belongs to someone else, and the son can inherit it." Sima Jiguang said coldly.

   Zhou Ziyi didn't say anything anymore, he said goodbye when he saw Wang Qi calling.

   Li Rongsen on the other end has also finished negotiating with the man. He believes that the newspaper office needs to move around a bit, and it is necessary to control an information platform.

   After coming out of the cafe, go to An Yan.

  An Yan is taking care of Xia Zimei's hands. She said, "It's best not to move, otherwise it will be detrimental to future repairs."

   "Sister, can't there be quick-acting medicine, the kind that is good for one application?" An Yichen asked her anxiously.

   "Why are you so anxious?" An Yan asked.

   "She has a competition next Monday, a cello competition." An Yichen told her the truth.

  An Yan glanced at Xia Zimei's face and said, "It's a bit difficult."

   "If you miss it this time, you will have to wait until next year." Xia Zimei frowned, she actually wanted to go to the competition, after all, she didn't want to disappoint her parents and sister, let alone let them know that her hand was injured.

   "What are you doing with people running around? It's not enough for you to go alone." An Yan couldn't help but say something to him.

  An Yichen regrets it now.

   But Xia Zimei hurriedly said: "I don't blame him, I'm going to follow, I want to go out and do something good."

   "There is no broken bone, just a broken tendon." An Yan told her, and then took off the gold needle from her hand.

  Xia Zimei actually felt that her hands were much better. She tried to do some poses that required force, but found that it didn't work, and she was a little discouraged.

  An Yan said: "You can go to the game next Monday, but you need to seal your hands so that you won't feel pain, but the recovery period will be longer."

   "That's fine, I'd love to."

   "Apply the medicine every day for a month." An Yan told her.

   "Let's not say one month, even three months." Xia Zimei agreed immediately.

  An Yan nodded and said, "Got it, I'll send it back to you when the medicine is ready. There's nothing else to do."

   "Okay, let's go back to school first." An Yichen said and made Xia Zimei get up.

  An Yan knew what he was thinking, and said, "Why, you don't have to eat here anymore."

   "I won't eat, I'll go back to school early to review, and I have an exam next week." An Yichen said and left with Xia Zimei.

   Xiaohua came out of the kitchen with the washed fruit and asked, "Why, they just left, they haven't eaten the fruit yet."

   "Don't worry about him, forget about everything else when you have a girlfriend." An Yan seemed to be joking.

   "That's really a beautiful girlfriend." Xiaohua blurted out, she really likes Xia Zimei's female classmate, she is clean and beautiful, and there are really few people who can match it, which shows that An Yichen's eyes are really good.

   "Actually, I don't know if it is, it was just a joke." An Yan waited for An Yichen to say it herself, she didn't ask.

  Xiaoji lowered his eyes, he just saw the interaction between An Yan and An Yichen, he couldn't help but think of his family members, somewhat disappointed, and he also looked down at his hand, feeling even more depressed.

  An Yan noticed his abnormality and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

   "Nothing." Xiaoji shook his head lightly.

   "Is there anything you can't tell me?" An Yan asked him.

  Xiaoji pursed his lips tightly. He looked over to the side and found a piano not far away, and his heart seemed to be hit all of a sudden.

  Xiaohua looked at Xiaoji's face and asked him, "Do you like piano?"

  "I" Xiaoji really couldn't help wanting to touch that piano, but he had to try his best to restrain himself.

   "Play it if you want." An Yan signaled that he didn't have to be polite.

  Xiaoji looked at it twice and then stopped watching, he said, "Don't play."

   At this time, I heard Xiaohua shout: "Ah, the platform is blocked, and I have no money."

   "What's the matter, what money is missing?" An Yan looked towards Xiao Hua.

"Money, the money I invested, I registered a platform, and there are many investment projects on it. I chose a car energy source, and I can make money every day, but it has disappeared these days, and today I found that the platform is also gone. "Xiaohua was in a hurry, she put all the money in, and couldn't help crying.

   "Don't cry, let me see." An Yan took her mobile phone to see, and went into her room to turn on the computer to search and investigate.

   Such websites are all registered abroad, and they are playing edge balls, so it is difficult to find the source.

   But An Yan found a person's name: Ling Feng.

   She once heard him talk about car energy with others. His recent situation is not very good. He and Shan Shuluo have divorced, and he seems to owe himself several hundred million, so he called him.

   But Ling Feng never answered the phone, and simply called the painting studio.

  The person there said: "The president has not come to the painting club for several days, and no one knows where he went."

   "He disappeared?" An Yan was a little puzzled, and she asked the person on the other end of the phone, "Did anyone go to the art studio to look for him during this time?"

   "There are a few people who seem to have come to ask for debts." The man answered honestly.

  An Yan hung up the phone, thinking that he would not be running away.

   At this moment, Li Rongsen came over and said, "I'm so sorry that I didn't help you, I have something to do temporarily."

   "It's okay, just pick up someone." An Yan signaled that he didn't need to worry about it.

   Li Rongsen said to Xiaoji again: "Come on, come home with me."

   "The house here is big enough, can I live here?" Xiaoji asked An Yan.

   But Li Rongsen replied for An Yan: "If you admit that you are a man, you shouldn't be in the same place with the two ladies."

   Xiaoji frowned and couldn't help but look at the piano again.

  An Yan thought he couldn't bear the piano, so he asked, "Do you want to stay and play the piano?"

   "No, I don't like to play the piano." After Xiaoji finished speaking, he went out first by himself.

  Li Rongsen couldn't understand him, so he just said to An Yan: "Tomorrow, I have an appointment with Sheng Mingjie, let's go to the mountains together, where the house shelf has been built."

   "Okay." An Yan nodded in agreement.

   (end of this chapter)