Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

"Mr. Qiao, the news of the suspension of the project has spread, and Tong Jingsheng has no choice but to believe it." After getting in the car, Ancheng reported to Qiao Zhanbei.

"The next step is to fight a psychological battle with Tong." Qiao Zhanbei explained in a deep voice.

"Mr. Qiao, according to the investigation, the Tong family has repeatedly failed in their investments in the past three years and owes hundreds of millions of loans to the bank. Tong Jingsheng has been addicted to gambling for the past two years and owes tens of millions in gambling debts. Now is the time when he is short of money."

Qiao Zhanbei sneered, knowing that the Tong family hadn't been doing well in the past few years, but he didn't expect it to be so rotten.

"Banks and casinos, you need to take care of it. Let them urge Tong to push Tong Jingsheng into a hurry. He can only sell the land."

"clear."

"How are you preparing to protect the plate?" Qiao Zhanbei reminded again.

This project has been publicized in the news before. The stock price of Joe’s has been soaring a few days ago. Now that the project is cancelled, the stockholders panic, which will inevitably cause the stock price to plummet. They need to spend part of the funds to maintain the stock price, prevent the panic from spreading, and strengthen market confidence.

An Cheng: "Everything is fine."

Qiao Zhanbei had a cigarette in his mouth, and the lighter flickered on and off. He hesitated for a long time, but finally failed to light it.

He listened to her and didn't smoke.

I don't know if that little heartless person has thought about him these days.

*

It took two weeks for Ye Mian to successfully restore a Qing Dynasty Kangxi dragon robe for the Sioux City Museum. On the day of completion, local leaders of Sioux City, the museum leaders, experts from the Suzhou Embroidery Association, and many media reporters gathered in the exhibition hall.

Let's appreciate Suzhou embroidery skills together, carry forward and publicize the traditional culture of the quintessence of China.

Ye Mian's craftsmanship has been highly appreciated by experts, and now there are very few embroidery masters as young as her with first-class craftsmanship and aura.

She also accepted interviews from reporters, temporarily embroidering two lifelike goldfish on transparent embroidered cloth.

After the video was edited, it was uploaded to the short video platform, attracting countless netizens.

Seeing that many people are interested in embroidery, Ye Mian opened an account to display works and popularize embroidery techniques, so that more people can understand the quintessence of Chinese culture.

On this day, Xu Mobai accompanied her back to her hometown of Xun Town, the hometown of Suzhou embroidery. Nowadays, fewer and fewer people are willing to learn embroidery.

"A lot of people in my grandma's generation learned embroidery because of the hard life, and they could take it as a solid job. Nowadays, people's life is better, the environment is better, and embroidery is tiring and does not make money. No one wants to learn. , which is in line with the market economy." Ye Mian analyzed.

"So, if more people want to learn embroidery, the premise is to increase their income. However, the consumption of embroidery products in modern society is only a minority, so it is difficult." Xu Mobai added.

"Yes, there is a long way to go." Ye Mian sighed.

Walking and walking, I arrived at the bluestone road.

The weather is fine, the breeze is wrapped in autumn, the river is rippling, and the end of the bluestone road is empty and lonely.

She looked at the end, where she and Qiao Zhanbei first met, paused, her nose was slightly sore, and her thoughts about him began to flood.

"Go home and have a look?" Xu Mobai broke the silence and asked.

"No, grandma sold the old house before she passed away, saying she left it for me as a dowry." Ye Mian said with a sigh of relief.

That money later became the principal for her investment.

"I heard about your whereabouts when I came back last time." Xu Mobai said with a smile, "Are you going back to the capital tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Ye Mian nodded.

She returned to the capital the next day.

The stock market just opened in the morning, and Qiao's stock plummeted. Only then did she know that the project in Qingzhou New City had really stopped.

It was only when she returned to her apartment that Gu Sasha said that Tong Yaoyao's face was disfigured by someone throwing sulfuric acid, and her own face was done by Tong Yaoyao's nanny.

Gu Sasha: "Little beauty, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it, it must have been instigated by Tong Yaoyao." Ye Mian touched the slight bump on her cheek, and answered without thinking.

"Whoever believes is an idiot!" Gu Sasa said after taking a sip of her drink.

"Sa Sa, Tong Yaoyao's face is not yours..."

"If it were me, I'd be pissed at both sides. Half of my face would be disfigured and it would be cheaper for her! If it were me, I wouldn't hide either! I heard that the man hasn't been caught yet, so Qiao Zhanbei didn't care about it, so he still has a little conscience." !"

Gu Sasa remembered that Tong Yaoyao hired someone to do Ye Mian's face, and she regretted that time, only to slap her twice!

Ye Mian stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at Qiao's Building not far away, thoughtful.

He actually didn't care about Tong Yaoyao... He really made the second uncle give up the project in Qingzhou... At the risk that Qiao's stock may fall to the limit... Who harmed Tong Yaoyao?

Qiao's stock price fell for a day and then was stabilized by the protection of the market. On the third day, it fell sharply again.

Ye Mian's mood fluctuated with the stock price of Qiao's. She went back to the villa early in the morning to get things and did not meet Qiao Zhanbei. Aunt Wu said that he was very busy these days and didn't go home.

She felt sorry for him again.

Joe, An Cheng knocked on the door of the CEO's office and brought good news.

"Mr. Qiao, Tong Jingsheng really can't sit still. People who have contacted us are about to sell the land."

"Try to keep the price as low as possible." Qiao Zhanbei understood it and explained in a deep voice.

He pinched the center of his eyebrows, unable to hide his fatigue.

"Yes." An Cheng led the way out of the office, just as he opened the door, he met a woman wearing a mask.

"Ye Zhu!" An Cheng recognized her.

The sound of "Ye Zhu" lifted Qiao Zhanbei's spirits in the chair, and he looked at the door of the office with a heavy heart.

It's really her that I haven't seen for many days.

Wearing a khaki thin British windbreaker, a black mask, and a ponytail, he looks mature and intellectual.

These days, don't say I don't see you, she didn't even make a phone call, so she was very cruel.When he called her, the phone was often turned off and no one answered.

Qiao Zhanbei restrained his emotions and returned to his usual cold, serious, expressionless face.

"Why are you here?" He asked lightly.

Sensing his indifference, Ye Mian twitched her heart, "Mr. Qiao, I have not completed the resignation procedures before I came here. The personnel said that my resignation application is with you."

If he is cold, she will be polite to him.

Luckily she had the perfect excuse in mind beforehand.

She didn't come to him on purpose.

Qiao Zhanbei's thin lips were drawn into a straight line, and his Adam's apple rolled. He nodded, opened the drawer, and took out the "Resignation Application" that he hadn't signed for a long time.

Ye Mian looked at him without blinking, watching him take out a pen from the pen holder, that pen was a gift she gave him when she paid her first salary three years ago.

With a push of his thumb, he took off the cap of the pen, signed with a "shua shua", closed the document, and put a little force on the side of the desk.

She stepped forward, looked at him across the desk, and smiled slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Qiao."

Picking up the files, she walked to the door of the office lonely.

She was the one who insisted on getting a divorce. Seeing that he treated her coldly, she felt sour and astringent.

She suppressed the discomfort with all her heart and quickened her pace.

The man's deep black eyes were staring at his prey, staring at her hurriedly fleeing figure. He hooked his long fingers around the tie knot, pulled it loose, and stood up.

When she opened the door, Qiao Zhanbei pushed the door panel back hard.