The question is, will He Jiang agree to disclose their relationship?

For a marriage that was on the verge of divorce, if he dared to propose, He Jiang would get divorced immediately.

The businessman glanced at his mobile phone, and in the garish headlines of the shocking party, he saw the article "The way the romance of a star is made public".

He clicked in and looked at every line of sight. Some were photographed kissing by the paparazzi through the window, some were directly and publicly condemned by an angry girlfriend when he was looking for a mistress, some were photographed on the balcony drying the children's clothes, and some food photos were taken late at night. , accidentally reflected girlfriend's face on the spoon and forgot to drop it...

It can be said that it is not difficult to open up the relationship. He can even register a Weibo account directly, then get He Jiang's mobile phone in the name of Cha Gang, and use He Jiang's Weibo to @self, and it will be done in three seconds.

The most important thing is to make He Jiang willing, and then bring him to make money together.

Shang Jing thought about the dire relationship between him and He Jiang at present, and he had a headache. If he had found out earlier that rubbing He Jiang's traffic could make more money than divorce, he would not have done so.

He opened a document and listed all the variety shows of husband and wife. He found business quotations from various marketing accounts of Jiaojiao Gada, and wrote which one was high, and made a preliminary document.

After he was groomed, he inadvertently placed it in He Jiang's study to see his reaction.

If He Jiang was heartbroken, he wouldn't need to do any extra work at all.

When the subway arrived at the station, the crowd crowded and got off the train. Without thinking about it, Shangjing put his mobile phone in his pocket, got up and went out. After leaving the subway entrance, he realized that he had made a wrong stop. There are still a few stops from here to Hejiang Community. .

As far as the eyes can see, they are all old and young, the house is older than him, and the appearance is a little mottled, which is very different from the bright and beautiful single-family luxury villas in the He Jiang villa area.

Shang Jing was stunned for a while, then lifted his feet and walked inside. In the end, he stopped in front of No. 62, the house number, alley.

This is a small three-storey building with a red brick structure that exudes the simplicity of the last century.

"Baby son, this will be our home in the future! Dad has prepared a separate room for you, and there are surprises..."

...

"You can't leave! Mom has sold the house! Your father is gone, what's the point of living here?"

"Mom, don't sell it, okay? Mom, I love you, don't sell it, okay? I want to sleep on the little wooden bed my dad made for me..."

The cry of the child holding the door frame penetrated more than ten years and suddenly and clearly entered the ear.

The cold wind blows, and the cheeks and neck feel cool. Shang Jing raised his hand and wiped it, and unconsciously burst into tears.

The sudden memory fragments, like a sudden autumn rain, drenched the business scene.

Shang Jing wiped the corner of his eyes and saw that the black shadow in front of him was the shadow cast by the osmanthus tree. The scent of osmanthus wafts in the air, which is rich and fragrant.

When you smell sweet-scented osmanthus, you will feel homesick.

This is his childhood home, which was sold about 16 years ago when the house price was not high.

Memories are always weird, as if they were determined to recover from childhood. Shang Jing couldn't help worrying about whether it would take sixteen years before he could remember the scene where he and He Jiang got the certificate of lard.

Shang Jing suddenly had the urge to buy this house, whether it was to commemorate his father or the memory of his childhood.

He took a step closer to the door, and found something sticking to the door. He quickly turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone.

"Home for sale", total price...

Shang Jing squinted his eyes, making sure he read it right, it was fifty million.

"..."

People always have dreams, what if He Jiang agrees to do business with him?

Shangjing took pictures of the sale information, walked back with his head down, and was hit by the house price.

He is too poor to even take the subway.

Shang Jing walked all the way home, thinking about how to make 401 million.

Compared with fifty million, one million is like a drizzle.

...

He Jiang left after having dinner at the old house. There were many cousins ​​at home. When he heard that He Jiang had a partner, he asked him when the wedding was going to be held, and whether it would be open to the media at that time... It was like a press conference.

He Jiang could only explain to them that it was an oolong.

When drove home, it was completely dark, and the temperature in S City continued to cool down. Entering the real autumn, had to wear long sleeves and a jacket when going out.

He Jiang was about to enter the garage when he suddenly saw a familiar figure walking around the corner, carrying a backpack and slowly walking home.

He heard Shang Jing mention that he was going to be a tutor. Judging from his current expression, tutoring was probably quite tiring. Thinking about it, only preschool children need tutoring during the day on Tuesday. He Jiang has been in contact with people of this age. When they are disobedient, they are called demons, and they are more noisy than business scenes.

The phone vibrated, indicating that the cousin was calling.

"Hey."

"Aunt has been praising your daughter-in-law today. It seems that she really likes it. You let him go back and spend more time with aunt when you have time."

He Jiang: "I repeat, he is not my daughter-in-law."

Cousin: "Okay, okay, he's not the best. Let's put together some money, and ask your friend Shang Jing to come and talk to aunt. What do you think?"

He Jiang: "Not much."

The cousin was surprised: "Isn't aunt your favorite aunt?!"

He Jiang: "Then why don't you donate your daughter-in-law?"

Sitting in the car, he saw Shang Jing walking towards the house step by step through the car window.

He Jiang's eyes were filled with tenderness like a streamer, but his words were very cold: "It's our business to be filial to aunt, don't talk about others."

The cousin struggled: "Didn't I give money? Ten thousand a day, okay?"

He Jiang raised her eyebrows: "I'm so short of money?"

In the old house.

Pa Da, the phone hangs up, the cousin stares at the phone in a daze, and whispers: "Aren't you inconsistent in what you say? It's not your wife, your money has something to do with him?"

Another young man patted his cousin on the shoulder: "I said earlier not to mention it to He Jiang, I'm sure I won't agree. You are stupid, if He Jiang really doesn't care, how can Shang Jing have a chance to talk nonsense in front of his aunt, Who do you think He Jiang is?"

Cousin: "I didn't want to hire someone to try because He Jiang repeatedly stated that they were okay."

Protected like something.

The mouth of the actor, the deceitful ghost, it is better to prepare some money as soon as possible.

Shang Jing had smoke in his throat all day, he drank a glass of honey grapefruit water, and hurried back to his room. If he wanted to change the status quo, he had to make a plan first, so that He Jiang would be moved when he saw it.

He first went to the study, looked through He Jiang's documents, especially those with the studio logo on them, remembered the format above, and then went back to the house to take pictures of cats and tigers, and made a similar one.

"It's beautiful." Shang Jing picked up the empty glass and went out to pour water, just in time to see He Jiang entering the room.

"No one asked about Bunao today?" Shang Jing asked.

"Don't worry, no." He Jiang took a step closer, and pressed his index finger and thumb on the position of the Shangjing soundtrack, "What's wrong with your voice? Got a cold?"

Shang Jing: "Too much to say."

When dealing with children, keep talking and keep providing full of emotions, otherwise the child will immediately feel bored and walk away.

Exhausted him.

He Jiang: "Be careful, how can you sing with damaged vocal cords?"

Shang Jing slowly closed his mouth, so he can sing? It's no wonder that when take a shower, hum two high and low voices at fingertips.

"I see."

He Jiang thought about it and felt that it was wrong. Shang Jing was a professional in pronunciation. No matter how difficult it was for a child, he wouldn't make his throat hoarse in a day. Don't blow the cold outside without knowing it.

He Jiang touched his forehead: "Have you caught a cold?"

Shang Jing jumped up and down consciously: "No! I still have something to do. You cook dumplings today."

He Jiang was a little speechless. As long as the two of them were at home, they were all dumplings, the difference was whether they were dipped in tomato sauce or vinegar.

Although Shangjingbao's dumplings are good, they have to change their taste.

Seeing that Shang Jing had been tired all day, He Jiang felt a little soft-hearted, rubbed the car key, and said, "Why don't we eat today—"

It's cold, go out to eat hot pot or private kitchen?

Shang Jing was very busy: "If you're not free, just eat dumplings!"

I want him to cook, but there is no way.

He ran into the house, worked overtime, went out and brought in a bowl of dumplings in the middle, and made changes as he ate.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Shang Jing finally finished the plan, and sneakily went to the study to print it out, bound it, and put it on He Jiang's desk.

The one on the left has not been read, and the one on the right has been read. Shangjing put the plan on the second one in the pile on the left.

"It's perfect." Shang Jing clapped his hands, felt a little thirsty, and went to the kitchen to pour water again. He saw He Jiang wearing a bathrobe after taking a shower and pouring milk.

Shang Jing frowned: "Are you going to sleep so early?"

He Jiang: "What?"

Shang Jing: "You are so popular, and you have opened a studio, shouldn't you have too many things to do? I see that there are so many documents in the study room, why don't you go and have a look?"

He Jiang: "I'm on vacation now."

Shang Jing blinked, how can I make money to buy a house while you are on vacation? He said strangely, "What about your self-motivation? Don't you care about your career fans?"

He Jiang: "Do you know what you look like now?"

Shang Jing: "What?"

He Jiang: "The little daughter-in-law who dislikes her husband who is not motivated."

Shang Jing whispered: "If you don't make progress, you won't be told."

The man couldn't be said to be unmotivated, He Jiang raised his hand in surrender and handed him the milk: "Okay, okay, I'll go to work now."

Shang Jing looked at He Jiang's back and took a sip of milk nervously, wondering if he could see his plan tonight.

He was terribly curious in his heart, but he also knew how to stop.

Shang Jing finished drinking the milk and forced himself to go to sleep.

When woke up the next day, He Jiang was no longer there, leaving a message on WeChat to go out to work.

Shang Jing slipped into the study, dumbfounded.

There are two piles of documents on the desk, what was yesterday and what is today.

He looked at the original documents in the study angrily, and was certain that He Jiang must have been the kind of scumbag who tricked his parents into going to the study to do homework when he was a child, and ended up reading comics.

Shang Jing swallowed his saliva expressionlessly, and found that his throat was a little sore and a little nasal.

He Jiang, the crow's mouth, said he had a cold.

Shang Jing had no choice but to call the parents, saying that he had caught a cold and asked for a day off for fear of infecting the children.

The loss of a day's wages made the family even worse off. Shang Jing frowned and swallowed cold medicine, his eyes suddenly lit up when he saw a sack of brain supplements next to him.

These are things that belong to him completely, can't be eaten, can they be sold?

This box ranges from hundreds to thousands, and he sells it at a discount for mutual benefit.

Shang Jing took out a large tablecloth, folded it and put it in his schoolbag, then picked up the health care product and prepared to go out to sell it.

"I have to go to a place with many elderly people..." After passing the security room, Shangjing stopped and asked the security guard, "Where are the most elderly people now?"

The eldest security guard remembered him and said unequivocally: "People's Park, go out and take the No. 11 bus. It's just two stops away. Retired old men and old ladies are there for morning exercises."

Shang Jing: "Thank you, brother, come back and invite you to dinner."

The security captain remembered He Jiang's instructions, and asked casually, "What are you going to do?"

Shang Jing: "There are a lot of health products that I can't finish, so I plan to sell them."

"Oh, it's good to save some money." The security captain waved his hand and urged loudly, "Before ten o'clock, the crowd is most crowded, so you have to hurry up."

Shang Jing: "Okay."

Twenty minutes later, the security captain and the security eldest brother looked at each other, thinking that something was wrong, "Can health products be set up on the street?"

Security brother: "I don't think I have seen it before."

Captain: "Do you have Mr. Shang's phone number?"

"No……"

The captain quickly dug out the owner's address book, called He Jiang, and only got someone to answer after three calls.

"Mr. He, I'm the security guard. In the morning, I saw Mr. Shang carrying a bag of medicines and went out to sell it in People's Park. I looked at him as if he didn't have a license to sell it?"

"I left the door half an hour ago."

"Yes, People's Park."

He Jiang was in a hurry to get angry, and Shang Jing's phone couldn't get through. He asked someone to check if anyone was arrested for selling drugs without a license today, and felt that he would go to the police station to visit Shang Jing one step later.

"The meeting has been cancelled, and now I'm going to People's Park to find the business scene. Lin Lin and I enter through the east gate, and you enter through the west gate."

He Jiang parked the car in the parking lot of the park and ran all the way into the park. Because of his status, he couldn't even shout.

In the morning, the studio was full of elderly people. The more elderly people there were, the more anxious He Jiang became, for fear that the business scene would be sold out. Many of my aunt's imported drugs are not eligible for domestic sales at all.

After running along the cobblestone road for ten minutes, he finally saw a familiar figure by the lake, sitting on a large rock with a bag of things thrown at his feet.

He Jiang put his heart down, walked over quickly, ignited, and whispered, "As soon as you think about it, can you stop the meeting? If you have a brain, it's not unnecessary, isn't it fun?"

Shang Jing was looking at the ducks in the lake, when he was suddenly yelled at, reacted, and defended: "I'm not a fool, of course I know whether Baidu can sell it."

When he arrived at the park, he looked at the fierce uncles and aunts. He was a little scared, and his mind that was eager to make money cooled down a little. He thought of what his aunt said "you can't eat more", and he had never seen a roadside stall selling medicine, so he checked first. To check whether the health products can be set up on the street.

Query result: The security brigade is on its way.

Just finished checking, the phone is out of power and turned off. Yesterday, had too many things on mind, and fell asleep before the charging head was plugged in firmly.

Shang Jing, who failed to start a business, sighed heavily. Although most of the supplements he brought were in the category of supplements, for safety's sake, he didn't sell them, so he had to hang around with sacks.

He Jiang sent a message to the people in the studio, asking them to go back, then sat next to Shang Jing, and said with a smile, "Want to make money?"

Shang Jing: "Oh."

You are quite proud of your daughter-in-law's lack of money.

He Jiang: "The plan you put on my desk..."

Shang Jing suddenly blushed, and stammered: "What plan, I don't know, don't slander people!"

He Jiang smiled: "'Shang Jing is smart, handsome, he can play the piano, sing and make dumplings, he can go out of the hall and enter the kitchen, and He Jiang is a perfect match. After research, it is the most popular CP model' This sentence was not written by you ?Ok?"

Shang Jing: "..." Why did you still recite it?