How did I become a god

Chapter 1687 Apology and Forgiveness

Chapter 1687 Apology and Forgiveness

Yao Shengming, the top lieutenant under Jing Gao, silently gave a thumbs-up as he watched the beautiful young woman Feng Xuehua walk in gracefully.

Back when he and Feng Xuehua joined forces to deal with Jing Gao, he found this beautiful woman quite alluring and wanted to inject some positive energy into her.

However, at that time, Feng Xuehua was still an official's wife. Even though he saw Feng Xuehua wearing a black dress, with a slender waist and her white legs crossed gracefully, he could only think about her in his heart.

Now, it's obvious that she's Mr. Jing's woman, and he can only watch.

Even if it's not now, it will be later. He knows Mr. Jing's womanizing nature all too well. Using a "honey trap" on Mr. Jing is sure to be successful every time; don't have any expectations of Mr. Jing.

So, Zhou Mingyang is stupid.

If you give your younger sister Zhou Shiqing to President Jing early on, whisper sweet nothings in his ear every day, and then give Mingyuan Group away for free, you're guaranteed to succeed.

There's a famous saying in Washington: In Washington, a higher moral standard translates to a higher level of competence.

It means that for every point of moral improvement, one needs to improve one's abilities tenfold, otherwise one will be sent back to one's hometown.

Zhou Mingyang was somewhat "out of place".

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Ignoring the various gazes of the people present, Feng Xuehua walked straight up to Jing Gao.

She didn't speak, but instead made a gesture that all the old-fashioned people present were familiar with—she placed her hands on her lower abdomen, slightly bent her knees, and performed a standard, old-fashioned deep curtsy!

This movement perfectly showcased the graceful curves of her back and her pert buttocks. She tilted her exquisitely made-up, radiant face upwards, her eyes sparkling like spring water as she gazed tenderly at Jing Gao, her voice carrying just the right amount of softness and admiration:

"Mr. Jing, it's been a long time! You're even more charming than before, truly captivating." The former top socialite of Shanghai offered the most direct visual impact with an almost submissive attitude.

Jing Gao's gaze lingered on her for two seconds, then he nodded slightly: "You flatter me." He was actually still the same; there was no trace of his former charisma. The only difference was that his victory over Zhou Mingyang had given him a more imposing presence.

Of course, Xiao Feng's statement and fawning manner made him feel quite pleased. Men, after all, are very emotionally receptive to praise from beautiful women.

Feng Xuehua then stood smiling beside Jing Gao.

Upon seeing his daughter's entrance, Feng Xinjian, having successfully eased the atmosphere, took a deep breath, bowed slightly, and spoke in a clearly humble and pleading tone:

"Mr. Jing, I'm so sorry. I had no choice but to pass on the message. I hope you'll be magnanimous and forgive our foolishness!"

In fact, these four local powerful families were in a neutral state at the time. As an external force of Jinggao, it was a mistake for them to remain neutral during the "battle".

Feng Xinjian continued, "To express our apologies and sincerity, the four of us are willing to jointly raise no less than 10 billion yuan and are ready to be at General Jing's command at any time!"

This funding will be unconditionally invested in the non-core businesses spun off from Mingyuan Group after its restructuring, to help General Manager Jing integrate businesses and resources.

They humbled themselves to the point of being humble, and wisely limited their funds to Mingyuan's non-core businesses, showing goodwill while not daring to overstep their bounds.

Looking at Feng Xingjian, whose hair was now gray, Jing Gao smiled with an air of casual control and said, "Let bygones be bygones."

Today's meal is an apology meal, and no less than 10 billion yuan will be invested in his business: the non-core businesses of Mingyuan Group.

He wouldn't allow outside funds to participate in the businesses of Phoenix Group and Taichu Group, as there are security risks.

Feng Xingjian is clearly a very sensible person.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xinjian breathed a long sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Zhong Siyuan, Fang Jianze, and Wei Tangping, sitting nearby, wore smiles, which only served to highlight the "harmonious" scene at the moment, though their thoughts were inscrutable.

Because all three of them knew that if Jing Gao wanted to punish the Feng family, he would most likely use their strength against them, and all three of their families could be chosen as the executors, thus growing stronger on the back of the Feng family's corpse.

Of course, the four families have been friends for many years, intermarrying frequently, and are intertwined with each other. If it really comes to this, they will hesitate in their hearts.

All I can say is that this complex emotion is impossible to articulate. It swirls within the hearts of the three of them at this moment.

Jing Gao smiled, took a sip of tea, and said, "I have one more request: from now on, all your circle's internal social gatherings, networking events, and team-building activities should be held at the 'Leading Entrepreneurs Club'." He casually pointed at Cheng Fangyi.

Cheng Fangyi is the owner and general manager of the Leading Entrepreneurs Club.

Overwhelmed with surprise and gratitude, Feng Xingjian stood up, bowed to Jing Gao, and said repeatedly, "President Jing, thank you, thank you. You'll see how I perform in the future."

Jing Gao has clearly extended an olive branch that is worth a fortune.

From then on, their family's fate would be closely tied to the "Leading Club," sharing the benefits of the Jinggao Group's vast resource network, and their future would instantly change from gloomy to quite bright.

Zhong Siyuan, Fang Jianze, and Wei Tangping, the three old men, also stood up to express their gratitude. This signifies a coordinated development effort.

Old Feng is quite capable; he was right. Crisis, crisis, is both danger and opportunity.

Jing Gao truly lives up to his reputation as a powerful figure in the underworld, living up to his reputation for "magnificent vision." He certainly has the capacity to tolerate others!

The atmosphere in the living room instantly became quite lively.

Jing Gao felt a chill in his heart, somewhat bored. He wasn't a saint either. He had no reason to continue pursuing the 1 billion yuan interest-free loan "compensation" from the four companies led by Feng Xingjian, nor to continue demonstrating his power and relentlessly chasing them down!

If Feng Xingjian really refuses to pay compensation, let's see how he handles it.

The martial arts world is not just about fighting and killing; it also involves human relationships and social interactions.

After all, making more friends and fewer enemies is a fundamental principle that he needs to practice and adhere to.

However, the feeling of being able to manipulate other people's emotions is indeed quite exhilarating at this moment. Perhaps this is what power is all about! Jing Gao turned his gaze to the charming Cheng Fangyi, with a hint of teasing: "President Cheng, the club's name... why not consider changing it? 'Leading the Way' sounds a bit outdated."

Cheng Fangyi swayed her serpentine waist, crossed her beautiful legs, and shifted her sitting position. Her 36-inch breasts heaved with her movements, and she cast seductive glances at Jing Gao, her voice cloyingly sweet:

"Mr. Jing, you didn't even change the name of Mingyuan Group after you swallowed it up, so why bother with my little 'Navigator' club?"

Keeping this name serves as a constant reminder to us all—following you, Mr. Jing, is the true navigator! We'll follow you and fly steadily!

Her words were both flattering and highlighted Jing Gao's absolute authority, while also cleverly resolving the issue of the name change.

"Haha, well said." A burst of laughter immediately filled the room.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhong Yulan from the Zhong family warmly approached Jing Gao and asked, "Mr. Jing, what about my social engagements? Should I also attend them at Sister Cheng's club?"

She and her friends pooled together about ten million yuan and invested it in Phoenix Film's film and television fund to make a profit.

This was her reward for representing General Manager Jing when she went to the Mingyuan Building headquarters to probe the situation that day. Oh dear, that greasy middle-aged man, Yu Yi, in the small conference room still wants to seduce her.

Jing Gao was surrounded by many beautiful women, but he had no interest in Zhong Yulan, whose looks were only average to above average. He said, "Your social engagements are still the same as before. Let's have them at the Shuyun Club!"

Feng Xuehua, a former socialite in Shanghai, gradually built her reputation by using the Shuyun Club as her base. Zhong Yulan is the alternative offered by the four companies.

Zhong Yulan has a good relationship with Fang Jie, the current manager of Shuyun Club and Yunqiu's former assistant.

He had no need to undermine Fang Jie, and he was happy to help the four families produce another socialite from Shanghai. She was well-informed and, more importantly, a channel for information and communication.

However, he didn't really think highly of Zhong Yulan, this socialite who was determined to replicate Feng Xuehua's life in the first ten years: her vision and perspective were limited, and she was unlikely to achieve great things.

If he truly had foresight, he shouldn't have chosen to invest in a more conservative film and television fund when awarding the prize; instead, he should have invested in the electric vehicle sector, such as Shenxing Technology. That would have been a true fortune.

He genuinely wanted to reward Zhong Yulan for her contributions, but unfortunately, she made the wrong choice.

Another member of the Zhong family, Zhong Yuhao, who works for a state-owned enterprise and has always kept a low profile, simply stood quietly in the corner, observing everything.

At this moment, before the luncheon had even begun, Feng Xuehua leaned forward slightly, her full, snow-white breasts almost touching Jing Gao's arm, her breath sweet and fragrant in his ear, her voice carrying a hint of ambiguity:

"Mr. Jing, I have some personal matters I'd like to discuss with you privately. Is this a convenient time for you?" Her eyes were like hooks, carrying a hint of suggestion.

"Alright." Jing Gao smiled slightly, put down his wine glass, and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, whether openly or subtly, gracefully left the reception room with Feng Xuehua.

(End of this chapter)