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Chapter 6769 Wishful thinking 6

Ji Changmu didn't drink much, he only smoked cigarettes. His lowered eyebrows were as sharp as an eagle, staring at the cards in his hand: "A five."

"Pass."

"ten."

The men talked about everything at the card table. While chatting, Yan Jia talked about their own affairs.

"The old man's project has suffered serious losses this year. He has no time to take care of me recently. I'm quite comfortable in Lancheng, and it's not that bad."

"Your group is about to go bankrupt, but you are still comfortable." Ji Changmu mocked him.

"I live in an old house and a villa, and beautiful girls play with luxury cars. What can't I think about? Besides, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so it is not so easy to go bankrupt. The old man is holding on! It's just that every time I go back, I see my stupid nephew who is a little annoyed.

Why is the child so noisy? There are not enough toys in the room, and he still wants me to buy them. I will buy a P!"

"Hahaha, Yan Jia, you've always disliked your elder brother, so why don't you kick his son a few times while he wakes up to relieve his anger?" A man played cards and laughed, "You're a kid, let me tell you,

The more you coddle him, the more energetic he will become. If you spank him a few times, he will walk around you next time he sees you, and may even be afraid of you."

"Forget it." Yan Jia obviously didn't agree with this plan, "Not to mention kicking him a few times, he will cry every time I yell at him. He is stupid and timid, just like his idiot mother, exactly the same."

"Your eldest brother is so smart, why did he marry a stupid woman?"

"It depends on your face."

"Hey, isn't your sister-in-law beautiful? Look at the photos."

"Look at your mother." Yan Jia blew out a puff of smoke and said, "Play cards."

The private room was filled with smoke, the smell of perfume, red wine, cigars... they were all mixed together, like an invisible wall, making people breathless.

Ji Changmu talked the least. After a few games, he had already won a lot of money.

"Playing cards with Lao Ji is just giving money to Lao Ji." Yan Jia said angrily, "You don't even know how to give us a little bit."

"I'm already letting the water go." Ji Changmu said calmly.

One man couldn't sit still and said to several women: "Come on, come on, let's dance, don't just stand around."

Several women in the private room, wearing black leather miniskirts and leopard print tops, began to twist their waists and dance to the loud music.

Ji Changmu frowned. He didn't like the noise and threw the cards to a man looking at the cards: "Play two cards for me. I'll go out and get some fresh air."

Yan Jia looked at Ji Changmu's tall and slender back and smiled: "Old Ji just doesn't fit in with others."

Ji Changmu walked out of the private room, went downstairs and stood in the clubhouse courtyard for a while, smoking a cigarette.

The evening breeze invaded my neck, making it feel a bit chilly.

Several big trees stand in the courtyard, their branches and leaves swaying in the wind. The withered yellow leaves fall to the ground like butterflies, fluttering leisurely, scraping the ground and not knowing where they will eventually fly.

Before he finished smoking a cigarette, Yan Jia also came down from upstairs.

He had a cigar in his mouth, clamped it between his fingers when he went downstairs, and looked at Ji Changmu: "Old Ji, I heard that EM was recently suppressed by several established financial companies in New York. Is this true?"

"The media is not just talking about it out of nowhere."

"Then did you respond? You can't let them bully you."

"They can't bully me."

"Oh!" Yan Jia rolled his eyes at him. A confident man can be so arrogant. "I also heard that you are with Miss Catherine? Congratulations. It's not easy to get connected with the earl."

"Nothing."

"I won't tell the truth to my brother?"
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