law of receptivity

After finishing the brunch dinner and golf, Liang Ziqian hurried back to his room.He expected that it would be very boring for Yan Ge to designate alone, and he didn't know how to scold his mother in the room at the moment.But when President Liang came back to the villa they lived in wearing a sweaty jersey, the room was empty and completely uninhabited.

Liang Ziqian stood in front of the dining table, he took out his mobile phone, and muttered in his mouth.

"Where did you go, why aren't you here..."

While pressing Yan Ge's mobile phone number in his hand, he strolled slowly to the window on the second floor.The house faces the sea to the south and the road to the north. If Yan Ge comes back by car, he can see it from the window.

The call was dialed quickly, Liang Ziqian was standing by the window, with his right index finger hooking up, he raised half of the gauze curtain by the window.

The communication on this island is not good at all, and the global mobile phone can get through once on average three times in this area.Yan Ge's phone beeped several times in vain, but he didn't get through.

Liang Ziqian rolled his eyes and pressed the hang up button. He turned to his inbox and WeChat pages to browse, but there were no text messages or WeChat messages from Yan Ge in his phone.He guessed that the goods should not go far, maybe he went to the cafe to buy some snacks.Liang Ziqian put down his cell phone with a calm expression, put one hand on the window sill, his head and neck turned slightly to one side, and he moved his sore shoulder by himself.

If it wasn't for a sudden thunderstorm, he might not be able to finish that game by now.

People from the head office traveled halfway around the world and flew to Malaysia to meet him. What does this mean and what is the purpose? Can Liang Ziqian still not understand it like a genius?

… Just five days ago, Morgan’s CEO was nominated by the new US administration to be Deputy Secretary of the Treasury.This is a great honor that will go down in history, something that many people dare not dream of.Morgan's stock price rose in a straight line that day, and rose by a full three percent by the end of the day.The head office in New York was full of cheers, and even the head office in China as far away as Beijing seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood.

But when he heard the news, Liang Ziqian just said lightly, I got it.

When the secretary closed the door and walked out of his office after reporting the 'good news', he saw him sitting in front of the desk with his shoulders straight, his face as pale as sapphire, and he was not at all happy.

Great news, why is Mr. Liang, who is the regional president, unhappy?The little secretary naturally didn't know the reason for the twists and turns, but it doesn't matter if she doesn't know, as long as President Liang knows.

The thing about one person ascending to heaven, this kind of thing doesn't exist in the financial industry.His boss is ready to become a high-ranking official, which means that the good days of these regional presidents are over.

The acting CEO sent by the head office today meant nothing more than this.

After eating a meal, he repeatedly reminded Liang Ziqian to increase the influence of Morgan Asset Management in China, try his best to grasp the resources and investment willingness of all A-level customers, and let them willingly put their money in Morgan's hands .

Liang Ziqian is troubled by this point. The financing in his hands has already covered [-]% of the listed companies rated A and above in mainland China. The money of these directors, bosses and CEOs can be said to be firmly held by Liang Ziqian.If you want to expand your influence, you can only occupy other people's territory.

Zhan can't be a small fight, after all, it's not about fighting head-on with an opponent who has been expected for a long time.

But he is not ready yet...

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Now Liang Ziqian's whole face was full of displeasure, he leaned his back against the painted red doorpost by the window, his face filled with displeasure.This handsome figure stood under the haze, but the faint light that penetrated from the rain outside the window failed to illuminate him. Instead, his cold gaze scattered all the brightness...

Take a look at the city of Qingren, and then look at the hearts of the people.

Someone will always hold a knife in his hand, and he spends all his money to feed his ambition, in order not to let the hatred fail.

Liang Ziqian's heart is not happy, and his mood is unstable, so naturally he can't devise a good solution to get the best of both worlds.He leaned silently behind the curtain, looking at the rainy scene outside for a while, and then he saw the electric lift lever at the gate move, the lever was slowly raised, and a bright black Mustang drove straight over.

It's obviously not his hotel's car, but the resort is closed, and the villa is a separate yard. If people who are not authorized by him can come in, then only...

The habit of guarding against people for many years made Liang Ziqian frown slightly, and fixed his guarded eyes on the car approaching on the small road.

The Mustang didn't park in the parking space, but parked directly at the main entrance of the villa.

The passenger door opened, and the person who got out of the car was Yan Ge in casual attire.

Seeing that it was Yan Ge who came back, he somehow relaxed his nerves.Liang Ziqian half-opened the window, wanting to shout to Yan Pavilion downstairs, asking him where he had been for a long time, did he bring an umbrella, did he get wet, and why didn't the driver assigned to him bring it?

But before he could shout out his solicitude, the roaring engine of the Mustang stopped abruptly.The driver's door opened wide, and a handsome man with a perfect figure suddenly appeared in Liang Ziqian's sight.

Liang Ziqian's complexion changed immediately, he pulled open the curtains, exposing his whole body on the balcony on the second floor, staring at that person in astonishment...

If anyone in the Yan Pavilion downstairs or Xiao Qingying could glance upstairs at this time, with just one glance, he would be able to see Liang Ziqian's ashen complexion as if he was approaching the city without any trouble.

"...Xiao, Qing, win."

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Yan Ge closed the car door, turned his back to the house, and was about to say goodbye to Xiao Qingying, but Xiao Qingying pointed at Yan Ge with all his eyes and attention, as if his eyes were on Yan Ge .

Yan Ge silently staggered that fiery gaze, and he smiled with Xiao Qingying in a simple and polite manner. "Please send me off, go back and change your clothes quickly, you see your top is wet."

"Wait, Xiao Yan."

Xiao Qingying suddenly stopped him, strode from the driver's door to Yan Ge's side.After a few steps, he turned his eyes and surveyed the entire house and courtyard. Then he turned his face and pointed in the direction of the main building of the hotel, without any haste in his tone.

he said slowly. "So you're staying at Morgan's hotel."

"Yes, I came with my friends." Yan Ge said frankly, and he handed back the black umbrella he was holding to Xiao Qingying.

"Thank you for sending me back, and I wish the Foundation all the best! See you in Beijing when you have a chance."

...Sometimes, single-mindedness is also a kind of ruthlessness. He is determined not to accept you, and if he refuses to take medicine or cure, what else can you do?

Xiao Qingying lowered his head slightly, with a hint of bitterness in his smile.

He stretched out his hand in the air, and quietly grasped the slightly cool umbrella handle. The moment his fingertips touched the umbrella handle, Yan Ge let go of his hand without a moment's hesitation.

There is still some warmth left on the umbrella handle, which is enough to soothe the sadness of those who cannot ask for it.

he said. "Okay, you go back, I'm leaving..."

After Xiao Qingying finished speaking, he turned around and got into the car with an umbrella, and closed the door. He ignited the ignition and stepped on the gas in one go, and it took only a very short time to drive the car out of Yan Ge's sight.

Yan Ge looked completely unharmed, he turned around and walked up the steps in front of the house step by step, without looking at the shadow of the car leaving in the dust.

It was still drizzling outside the house, and the strong wind rolled around the trees like a whimpering crane.Someone once told Yan Ge that the cranes chirped in the middle of the night, and the rooster crowed in the early morning...

Before the storm comes, it is not always as calm as a lake. As long as you notice it with your heart, you will always find a little sign of it.I am afraid that you will deceive yourself and others, blind yourself in the chaos, completely disbelieve in danger, and let the strong wind strike.

Yan Ge's clothes were half wet, and the cloth was wet against his body, tightly wrapping his slightly thin body.Standing alone in the spacious and empty living room, he was completely alone.

He took the phone out of his trousers pocket, held it in his hand and pressed the number one by one.Just when the number was half pressed, a bone-chilling voice came from behind him.

"Where have you been, who is that man?"