Before he died, my grandfather forced me to marry the richest man in the capital.

After leaving Tiss, Ji Hancheng drove directly to the Ji family's residence.

When the car arrived at Ji's, he got out and strode past the front desk. A loud female voice echoed in the huge hall, "Hello, Mr. Ji."

Ji Hancheng looked toward the front desk following the sound and nodded slightly to the employee who was loudly and politely greeting him.

After Ji Hancheng entered the elevator, another receptionist looked at the girl next to her as if she were an idiot, "Why are you shouting so loudly? Mr. Ji isn't deaf."

Yan Feifei looked at her with a "what's wrong?" expression. "Doesn't the Ji's employee handbook say that you should greet your boss warmly? Don't be so cautious. President Ji isn't a tiger. Look how scared you are. We haven't done anything wrong. If greeting him can get you fired, then this company won't last long. You might as well quit."

The other receptionist shook her head helplessly. The naive young girl was too straightforward. "I really suspect you're a rich heiress. You have no idea how hard it is for working people. You've been working as a receptionist for several years now. How come you're so persistent?"

Other people who work as receptionists have ambitions, but this girl is different. She really likes the receptionist position. When the boss asked her to be transferred to the secretariat, she refused. She just wants to stay at the receptionist. I wonder if there's something wrong with her or if she has some special feeling about the receptionist.

Yan Feifei didn't think so. There was more than one secretary in the secretarial department, and there must be infighting and things she didn't like or could not stand. She didn't want to make things difficult for herself or change her values ​​to cater to them.

"Being a receptionist is so easy. All you have to do is smile at customers and superiors. Isn't life all about smiling? Why make life so complicated?" "That's because you don't understand the true meaning of being a receptionist."

Another receptionist asked, "Tell me what you've come to understand over the years."

Yan Feifei looked serious, flashing a standard professional smile. Her eight pearly white teeth made the other receptionist a little embarrassed. "Smile, smile, smile."

Another receptionist: "............" This girl has gone mad.

Ji Hancheng pushed open the door and entered his father Ji Hang's office. Ji Hang was signing documents with his head down. He assumed it was his secretary who had entered without knocking and coldly rebuked, "Have you no manners at all?"

Ji Hancheng smiled upon hearing this, "It's me, Father. You've worked hard."

Hearing his son's voice, which he hadn't seen in a long time, Ji Hang finished signing the last word, put the pen back in the pen holder, and looked up at the person standing in front of him. The bandages on his hand were gone. Yuan Shu said that her son had suffered a very serious injury.

It doesn't seem that serious now.

There must be some scheming involved. Although Ji Hang doesn't know much about his son, he is aware of his cunning.

Ji Hang still asked with concern, "Is your hand better?"

Ji Hancheng stretched out his hand and looked at his palm. The scar was still there, and it certainly wasn't very aesthetically pleasing. "Hmm, it's healed."

Now that everything was settled, Ji Hang didn't stand on ceremony and instructed, "You can start work tomorrow."

Ji Hancheng replied succinctly, "Hmm."

Ji Hang asked, "When are you planning to remarry and hold a wedding? I'd like to ask your mother for your hand in marriage."

Ji Hancheng pulled up a chair and sat down opposite Ji Hang. "Wait a little longer. I'll let you know when I need you."

"Yes, don't make the young girl feel bad, and don't be foolish again. She doesn't need you."

Ji Hancheng answered immediately, "I know, it's because I can't live without her."

This was the first time in so many years that the father and son had talked so much, and it was because of Tang Junyao. Ji Hang joked, "I thought you were going to grow a mouth when you were old."

Ji Hancheng wasn't angry; he thought the atmosphere was fine. Ever since Ji Hang got injured, neither Yuan Shu nor Ji Hang had ever sat down and had a proper chat with Ji Hancheng. He was at a loss with his son, who was always concise and cold-hearted, and could only go along with him.

"With your and Grandpa's help, I have no choice but to speak up."

Ji Hang didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

This is undeniable. The old man really put a lot of effort into Ji Hancheng's feelings, constantly teasing and provoking him. If he didn't get it soon, the old man was afraid he would be driven away by anger.

Then Ji Hancheng said, "I'll take them home tomorrow. If you want Lele to stay at the Ji residence, I'll make the arrangements."

Ji Hang: "Yeah, take him with you. Your grandpa and your mother talk about him every day; they really miss the little guy."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

After saying that, Ji Hancheng got up, opened the door, and left. Ji Hang watched his son's back and was very pleased with his change. He was no longer an emotionless machine, nor did he look so cold. He also talked a lot more. He muttered to himself, "Thank goodness for that girl. She's still so humane now. That's good."

Ji Hancheng returned to his office, and Xu Mingkai followed him in, "Young Master Ji."

"explain."

Xu Mingkai stood in front of his desk, watching the man standing by the floor-to-ceiling window report, "President Lan's qualification application has been blocked."

Lan Yunchen wanted to build a new research base in the capital, which was originally a good thing. It would only benefit the capital and not harm it, since Lancheng's medical level was superior to that of the capital.

The project is currently stalled simply because some people want to make a quick buck by targeting Lan Yunchen, an outsider. This is a case of playing favorites against people, and Lan Yunchen is definitely not the type to reveal his identity wherever he goes.

Furthermore, even if Lan Yunchen reveals his identity, there will always be ignorant people around who will still refuse to give him face.

After pausing for a few minutes, Ji Hancheng instructed Xu Mingkai behind him, "Make a call to the leader in charge of this project and tell him that I have shares in this project. Ask him how much money he needs to bribe his way in."

Xu Mingkai: In the capital, who would dare ask you, Master Ji, for toll money? It's not like they've had enough of living.

However, Ji Shao's move was a public declaration that President Lan was on his side and that trying to obstruct the project was an attempt to make things difficult for him.

He still responded verbally, "Yes, I'll take care of it right away."

Xu Mingkai was always very efficient, and Master Ji's name was indeed effective. Xu Mingkai relayed Young Master Ji's original words to the other party, and as expected, the other party readily agreed, even promising to be efficient.

Meanwhile, the Tihou Hotel.

Lan Yunchen sat in front of his computer when his phone rang. He glanced at it and saw it was an unknown number, but still pressed the answer button. "Feed."

The other party smiled obsequiously, "Oh, it's President Lan! I'm so sorry, I didn't know this project was between you and Master Ji. It's like family members don't recognize each other, like the flood washing away the Dragon King Temple. I've already taken care of all the procedures for you."

Within seconds, Lan Yunchen understood the whole story from the other person's words, and politely said, "Thank you then."

The other party replied, "No, no, it's me who needs to apologize to President Lan. I hope President Lan can put in a good word for me with Master Ji. My subordinates were incompetent and failed to submit the documents on time, which delayed your progress."

The other party continued to smile ingratiatingly, "I'll treat you and Master Ji to a meal another day to apologize."

Lan Yunchen saw through it but didn't say anything. This is just how the world is, nothing to be surprised about. "I dare not accept such praise. I will invite you to be a witness when my research institute is officially established."

"Of course, of course it's my honor."

After exchanging a few words, Lan Yunchen hung up the phone. He considered the polite words exchanged on the surface to be unreliable, and besides, who knew if he would still be in his position when the research institute was established?

After hanging up, he immediately dialed Ji Hancheng's number. "Looks like it still takes your help, Mr. Ji, in the capital. I should have just used your name; it wouldn't have been so much trouble."

Ji Hancheng chuckled, clearly understanding Lan Yunchen's teasing tone. "Isn't it because Big Brother doesn't want to reveal his identity and wants to keep a low profile?"

Lan Yunchen chuckled, "I've taken note of this. Now that it's done, I'll be returning to Lan City the day after tomorrow."

Ji Hancheng was eager for Lan Yunchen to go back. "Fine, you can leave in peace."

Lan Yunchen frowned. "There's something off about what you're saying."

"Brother, you're joking. I'm just saying that to your advantage. Don't take it the wrong way."

After a change of heart, Ji Hancheng said, "When do you plan to start construction? If needed, I can arrange manpower."

Lan Yunchen chuckled, his deep, teasing voice coming from the phone, "You've already declared that you have a share in this project, how could I possibly abandon you? Since you hold the shares, you're naturally expected to do the work. You think you can just take the benefits without doing any work?"

"I was just saying it casually. If you don't want to give it to me, I naturally won't get involved. But if you insist on giving it to me, I can't refuse your kind offer, so I'll naturally have to do my best."

Lan Yunchen: "You've said both the good and the bad yourself. Even close brothers should keep clear accounts. I'll have a lawyer draft a contract and send it over."

Ji Hancheng shamelessly accepted, "Then thank you for your kind offer, brother."

Lan Yunchen had already hung up the phone. Looking at the black screen of his phone, he chuckled helplessly. He really had to rack his brains to keep Yao Yao by his side. It must have been tough for him.