How did I become a god

Chapter 1458: Is Dawn Far Away?
ps: The previous chapter has been revised, and book friends who have read it can take a look at it again.

After Jing Gao hung up the phone with Feng Xinjian, he sat back on the sofa in the spacious and luxurious office, his face supported by his hands, his thoughts turning.

The strategy was set, and there was no need to hesitate. He was determined to use the tactic of procrastination to deal with "Director Guan".

The key information Zhou Nanman gave him was what she heard from Song Heng: Zhou Mingyang has extensive connections within the system.

Obviously, as one of the ten famous and upright sects in the Jianghu, Aurora University has many powerful elders and outstanding disciples who have gone out to practice. This is conceivable. But in the process of arm wrestling with Zhou Mingyang, it is easy to overlook this point.

Everyone knows that a wealthy person must have a lot of connections. But no one knows exactly where he can get to. And things have to go on. Who cares until the connections behind him show their power?

Now it seems that this person must be "Director Guan". Or maybe there are others.

That is not important. What is important is that the core value of Zhou Nanman telling him this news is that his "attack" on Zhou Mingyang must avoid illegal means and must avoid using official means.

Otherwise, it is very likely to be resolved, or even lead to counterattack. In the legal sense, if his "means" against Zhou Mingyang are defined as false accusations, then he will be sent to prison by Zhou Mingyang. False accusations fall within the scope of criminal law.

So he rejected Yao Shengming's proposal. Reporting him with black material is asking for trouble. Did he really think that Zhou Mingyang could build such a big business without anyone reporting him?
Therefore, he rejected Guo Siyue's proposal. The "groundless" attack launched through the media would be easily resolved by Zhou Mingyang.

The attack on Zhou Mingyang must be carried out in the same way as he attacked Ren He back then, using fair means.

However, he is no longer the same person as before. He no longer needs to spend several years to dismember Mingyuan Group. All he needs to do is to use his power overseas (in Paris and Hong Kong Island), follow the procedures, and quickly launch an "attack."

In the capitalist system, if you have money you can really do whatever you want!
Just as Jing Gao was deep in thought, his phone suddenly rang. The caller was from an unfamiliar number. Jing Gao thought about it and answered the call.

"Boss Jing, it's so hard to call you! I'm Ma (), secretary of Guan (), deputy director of the () office. Our director wants to talk to you on the phone."

Secretary Ma lowered his voice, obviously very annoyed. He waited and waited, but the leader had to go to rest, and asked about this matter, which made him feel passive.

But when he called Feng Xinjian, who delivered the message, Feng Xinjian actually said that this person was still verifying the authenticity of their identities. This excuse made him extremely annoyed.

So he didn't even give her a chance to dodge. He didn't even say a polite "Do you have time now?"

While Jing Gao was still pondering how to respond, he heard a faint voice coming from the phone, "Director, Jing Gao is on the phone." A moment later, he heard a thin old man's voice, "Hello, Mr. Jing! Sorry to bother you so late."

"No, no. I usually go to bed late." Jing Gao just lied and was being polite.

"Mr. Jing, I heard that you are interested in applying to be a graduate student of Professor Wei Shenliang of Aurora University of Economics. If that counts, you, me, and Zhou Mingyang are all alumni! Is there any problem that can't be solved between alumni?"

Jing Gao said nothing. He hadn't even taken the postgraduate entrance exam for economics yet, but the news had already spread outside?

"I have to go to the Magic City on a business trip tomorrow. I'll treat you to a meal tonight and we can chat in person."

Jing Gao hesitated for a moment, and couldn't find the words to refuse. I have to say, Director Guan is really good at speaking!
If Director Guan had added the words "solve the problem", he would never agree to go to the meal. Now it was just this little thing: chatting with Zhou Mingyang in person, so he couldn't refuse the meal.

In plain words: Director Guan, don't you even have the presence of mind to invite him for dinner?
If he really refused, he would offend Director Guan greatly.

Although Director Guan is now acting as a "middleman" and has a clear inclination, this does not mean that Director Guan and Zhou Mingyang are on the same boat. After nearly 20 years of friendship, it is unknown whether he is willing to go that far for Zhou Mingyang!

Given that the person is so powerful, he should try his best to avoid offending him.

There was silence on the phone, and Director Guan was not in a hurry. This was the normal state of communication between people. People who reacted very quickly and spoke wittily were rare and were the best among men!
Jing Gao pondered for a while, feeling the huge pressure from Director Guan, and said slowly: "Okay, Director Guan."

...

… "Okay, Dad. I get it."

Yao Shengming hung up the phone and strode back from the floor-to-ceiling window in the reception area outside the office to find Jing Gao.

He wanted to verify the authenticity of "Director Guan", so he naturally had to rely on the power of the board members of Changqing Group. The most important one among them was his father. It was still difficult for his own circle of friends, such as Lao Wei, to verify the authenticity of people at this level.

Yao Shengming came in from outside the office and saw Jing Gao leaning on the sofa drinking tea with a calm expression. He couldn't help but admire him.

You know, for thousands of years, China has been a society that values ​​officials above all else. For businessmen like him and Mr. Jing, it only takes a word for the higher-ups to punish them. Isn't it easy to investigate private companies? Just check the taxes.

But Mr. Jing now dares to face the pressure from Director Guan.

"Boss Jing, I have already checked it out. I used the connections my father managed. This Director Guan is most likely genuine. He has indeed been friends with Zhou Mingyang for many years, so he has the motive to make peace."

Jinggao smiled, a somewhat tired smile. After all, it was already past one in the morning, and everything that had happened today was really tiring!
In the morning, he was called to watch and review films and was criticized by his superiors. In the evening, he was already in Shanghai, leading the "attack" against Zhou Mingyang.

"Old Yao, your news is too late. Director Guan has already called me."

"Ah..." Yao Shengming was very surprised, "Boss Jing, didn't you say you wanted to delay it?"

Jing Gao sighed, "I can't delay any longer. I told Feng Xinjian that I was verifying his identity, but I got a call from Secretary Ma. Director Guan is coming to Shanghai on a business trip tomorrow and invited Zhou Mingyang and I to have dinner together."

Yao Shengming knew that his boss would not agree to reconcile with Zhou Mingyang, but he still couldn't help but get nervous, "Mr. Jing..."

"Haha!" Jing Gao laughed. Old Yao was an interesting person, full of skepticism! He always suspected that he was a member of the Jingsui faction, but if he became a member of the Jingsui faction, it would cause endless troubles. How could there be such a good opportunity next time?

But it's not Yao Shengming's fault. No matter how close his relationship with Yao Shengming is, it still started as a stranger relationship, and it was a hostile relationship at the beginning. It was just a makeshift team.

He forced Yao Shengming to work for him and be his best. Of course, he let the horse run and gave it grass to eat. He was very generous in this regard. So the relationship between the two was maintained.

This time, Yao Shengming took the initiative to share his worries and went to the Suez Canal to do the dirty work. The two of them were truly on the same boat.

Yao Shengming also laughed, sat on the sofa opposite Jing Gao, took a sip of tea, and sighed, "We have conflicts of interest, and I lost my composure several times! Please forgive me, Mr. Jing."

"Normal." Jing Gao smiled indifferently and said slowly: "I promised Director Guan to go to dinner, but I don't want to reconcile with Zhou Mingyang. We still have to do what needs to be done. Lao Yao, I won't keep you tonight, you should make all the preparations."

Yao Shengming nodded, and after a moment of trying, he couldn't help but say, "Boss Jing, Director Guan's pressure is not that easy to handle!"

Jing Gao nodded gently and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, if I compromise, my life and death will be in Zhou Mingyang's hands next time. There are plenty of examples in history books. It is better to use the remaining courage to pursue the enemy."

Yao Shengming said "hmm", and walked out of the office with Jing Gao, and reunited with Zhang Li, Gu Xixi, and Jiang Jingxiang who were doing beauty treatments. The two groups separated at the entrance of the Bank of East Asia Building. Jing Gao took Zhang Li and drove to Gu Xixi's residence.

"Brother Jing, what's going on now?" In the Rolls-Royce late at night, Gu Xixi yawned, with a little tiredness on her delicate oval face. As a great beauty, she seldom stayed up until two in the morning.

Jing Gao briefly explained the situation, and his tired voice naturally made the two beautiful assistants Zhang Li and Gu Xixi feel the pressure.

Yes, he was the deputy director of the () Office, a powerful person. How much courage would it take to refuse such a person's personal intercession?
Zhang Li reached out and held his hand distressedly, and comforted him: "Brother Jing, if you can't stand the pressure from Director Guan during dinner tomorrow, just pretend to agree, and then you can do whatever you want when you get out."

Jing Gao couldn't help but laugh. Xiao Li, such a simple girl, had learned expediency after being immersed in the business world. He nodded gently, "Yeah."

It was already early morning in Shanghai, and the streets were quiet. The deep night was like thick ink, and even the street lights could not dispel it.

However, the fifth watch is approaching, is the first ray of dawn's sunshine far away?
(End of this chapter)