C117 A Businessman's Way of Doing Things

On the other side of the phone, Gao Yang had a victorious smile on his face. He had been in such a hurry just now. There must be Yan Yilang at home.

Then, when this news came out, would Yan Yilang still be able to stay in his leisurely home?

"The time will be set at seven o'clock tomorrow night. There won't be any magazines shooting tomorrow. I'll go and pick you up."

The earlier the better.

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Xinyou was like a deflated balloon. Suddenly, she did not have any energy at all.

She walked to Yan Yilang and said, "I do not want to see you at all now."

"Qiao Xinyou."

Why did she suddenly say such a thing? She said it so coldly and ruthlessly.

"Yan Yilang, when I see you now, I just want to send you to prison again, just like five years ago."

Qiao Xinyou calmly finished her words.

Yan Yilang's body stiffened. "Who did you pick up just now? What did she say again? Is it related to that phone call?"

" Yes. So, before I collapse, quickly leave. "

"I won't leave." Yan Yilang stood up and held Qiao Xinyou's shoulders with both hands. "I will not leave until I understand the reason."

"Yan Yilang, what do you want to know? I hate you. I approached you to put you in jail. Don't you hate me too? You hate me for sending you to jail and suffering so much. So, Yan Yilang, it would be best if we didn't meet again. This way, the hatred between us might decrease a little."

Yan Yilang, I will never forget what kind of unjust suicide my father committed in prison.

As she spoke, her tears began to slowly fill her eyes.

"Qiao Xinyou, we all need to calm down."

Yan Yilang's hand left Qiao Xinyou's shoulder and he said, "Yes, we all hate each other, so if we don't compete, who will be ruthless? We will compete to see who can let go of hatred first."

Then, he walked out of Qiao Xinyou's house. Before he closed the door, his eyes were still on Qiao Xinyou's face.

However, Qiao Xinyou only lowered her head.

Just like how many times, she did not look back at him.

Qiao Xinyou did not come to work the next day. This was within Yan Yilang's expectations. Yesterday's leisurely manner definitely would not come to work.

He smoked a cigarette in the office and suppressed the urge to go and find Qiao Xinyou. Then, he put out the cigarette and looked at the last bit of red light that went out. Then, he made a call to Uncle Hsu.

Last time, he said that he wanted to teach Lu Weiwei a lesson. If she did not do anything, then that woman's arrogance would definitely be even more arrogant.

"Uncle Hsu, I want to trouble you with something."

"Young master, please speak."

"I remember Lu Weiwei endorses some kind of brand of cosmetics. I hope you can find the flaws in these cosmetics. Or if it's a case of fake products being sold online, it would be best if it was exposed. This will put Lu Weiwei in danger. "

He remembered that Lu Weiwei was the one who framed Qiao Xinyou with fake cosmetics the last time. It was the best way to give someone a taste of their own medicine.

" Young Master, this. " Uncle Hsu hesitated a little and said, "Old Master Yan really loves Miss Lu Weiwei. If he knew that you and I did this, I'm afraid."

"That's why I need you to do it more strictly. I believe that with Uncle Hsu's ability, he should be able to do it."

"Alright." Uncle Hsu replied.

After hanging up the phone, there was only a faint wisp of smoke left in the ash vat.

Would you be happier this way?

Am I too despicable? I like someone who wants to escape so badly.

Qiao Xinyou was very hesitant before she walked into the appointed restaurant. She even had the thought of retreating.

What if there was really evidence?

Happiness and worry coexisted, but it seemed that no matter what the result was, it would not make her happy.

She took a long breath and walked to the third row of the last row, which was close to the window. Because she came half an hour earlier, the investor had not come yet.

She made a call to Gao Yang, "Yang, I'm a little nervous."

"Youyou, you have seen Director Zhao?" Gao Yang told Qiao Xinyou that the investor's surname was Zhao. He was in the real estate industry and had been doing investment business in recent years.

Because of the rapid development of the film industry in China, the profits had increased exponentially, so he had invested in some film industry. For example, he had quite a lot of shares in Errol.

"No." Qiao Xinyou looked around. They definitely did not come so early in the morning.

"Don't be nervous and don't have any expectations. Maybe you will not be disappointed if there is no result that you have imagined." Gao Yang made mental suggestions for Qiao Xinyou.

"Okay." Qiao Xinyou replied.

She actually wanted to ask why Gao Yang did not come over, but when she thought that it was her own business, Gao Yang did not need to get involved, nor did he need to do anything for her.

Qiao Xinyou, a person should not be too greedy.

Half an hour later, a man in his forties with a fat belly and a shrewd face appeared. He looked like he was doing business, because his eyes always revealed a scheming look.

He sat on the stool and the entire stool was filled. Qiao Xinyou seriously suspected that this stool would be broken by Mr. Zhao very soon.

"Hello, Director Zhao." Qiao Xinyou politely greeted him.

"Miss Jojinlian, right? You are very pretty. No wonder you can become a model that Director Gao has been supporting." Mr. Zhao looked at Qiao Xinyou flirtatiously. Finally, his eyes stopped on Qiao Xinyou's full chest.

This old pervert, Qiao Xinyou cursed in her heart. She wished she could dig Director Zhao's eyes out. If she did not have a request, why would she sit in front of such a person and be seen as a traitor?

"Director Zhao, that, I came today to ask about a case."

Before Qiao Xinyou could say it, she was interrupted by Director Zhao. His fat back leaned against the chair and the sound of the chair creaking could be heard in the air. Could it be broken? Qiao Xinyou thought.

Because of his fat, Director Zhao's breathing was much heavier than normal people's. He felt that he could not breathe. He reached out his fat palm to signal Qiao Xinyou not to say anything else. "Ms Xinyou, I know what you said. Director Gao also roughly told me. However, he probably did not tell you that I have conditions."

"Go ahead." Qiao Xinyou quietly swallowed her saliva. She knew that Director Zhao's conditions would not be so simple.

"I do have an important piece of evidence in my hands, but I cannot hand it over easily. You should know the strength of Yan family. Yan Fusheng has basically handed over all the properties of Yan family to his son, Yan Yilang, in recent years. Perhaps because he had said too much, Director Zhao was a little tired. He took a sip of the tea and stopped for a long time. It also raised Qiao Xinyou's heart to her throat. Then... She continued, "Even if Yan Fusheng is thrown into prison, the Yan family will not collapse. Given Yan Yilang's current abilities, he will definitely not let go of the people who harmed his father. Then, do you think I can still hand him over? "

Qiao Xinyou finally finished listening. She thought to herself that this Director Zhao was fat and spoke slowly. His brain was very flexible and calculated the pros and cons clearly. Everything was based on profit.

However, he clearly would not help her in this situation. What did he mean by saying the conditions just now?

As expected, she did not really understand the routine of a businessman.

"Director Zhao, what conditions did you say just now?"