Finally, we negotiated with Shao Yijin to expose the negative information.
Even if Qin Yawei's reputation is not ruined, she still wants to drink a pot of it.
Within a few minutes after the results were sent out, Jiang Yihan, who had been completely wiped out by Shao Zhanlin's people, was lying on the sofa.
On the ground, chairs, and coffee tables next to them are various types of fine porcelain of different sizes but exquisite workmanship.
There were broken pieces of porcelain on the ground.
They were all thrown to the ground when he remembered Shao Zhanlin's evil deeds.
Butler Lin Bo was waiting not far from the sofa, his old face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum. Every time Jiang Yihan threw a piece of porcelain, his white eyebrows and heart trembled.
When Shao Zhanlin walked in, he saw such a messy scene. His relaxed eyebrows frowned again, his face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice:
"Shao Yijin, what are you doing?"
Hearing the sound, Lin Bo turned around and saw Shao Zhanlin standing there, as if he had found a savior, he hurriedly came to greet him.
"Master, you are back."
Originally, he was hesitating whether to call the young master or not.
Seeing Shao Zhanlin now, he was almost overjoyed.
Seeing that his son ignored him and Yuzi took another porcelain bottle and put it in his hand to play with, Shao Zhanlin frowned and turned to the housekeeper:
"what happened?"
"this……"
The butler looked embarrassed for a long time before continuing:
"The young master has been fine all day. In the evening, for some reason, he suddenly said he wanted to hear the sound of breaking porcelain..."
Even though your hair has not even grown yet, you think you are your younger sister?
If you want to be a prodigal son, you have to see whether he, the father, agrees.
Shao Zhanlin walked over and looked at him condescendingly.
"stand up."
Qinghan's voice is magnetic and deep, mellow but cold, without any warmth, but full of majesty that cannot be ignored by a superior.
The small body on the sofa was almost invisibly stiff, but still leaning on it unmoved. The porcelain bottle he was playing with in his hand did not dare to fall to the ground in front of Shao Zhanlin.
Even so, it failed to calm Shao Zhanlin's anger.
"Don't make me say it a second time."
Shao Zhan had a cold face and his tone was obviously a bit serious.
Under such overwhelming pressure, Jiang Yihan finally did not dare to challenge him.
He slowly got up from the sofa.
"do what?"
Jiang Yihan raised his head and tried to look at eye level with him.
That stubborn look that was neither humble nor arrogant, and refused to give in, was very similar to Jiang Nuantang who had negotiated with him in Emperor Jinglanting before.
Realizing what he was thinking, Shao Zhanlin was stunned for a moment, and immediately attributed this to the fact that the little guy said he wanted Jiang Nuantang to be his mother.
In order to cover up his gaffe, Shao Zhanlin coughed slightly and then asked with a straight face:
"This is what I should ask you. Do you know what you are doing?"
Of course he knows.
If he hadn't been too young and too weak to compete with Shao Zhanlin, he would have even wanted to buy the shares of Shaw Brothers and throw them away for fun.
After all, these porcelains are dead objects. No matter how pleasant and comforting the sound is, it is not as good as the sound of Shao Zhanlin's heartbroken voice as the stock price of Shaw Brothers plummeted.
Thinking of that scene, Jiang Yihan's mood improved a lot, but his face didn't show anything. He glanced at Shao Zhanlin pretending not to care, and said in a calm voice:
"It's boring, just throw it around for fun. Isn't that okay?"
His fearless expression and voice can even be described as rampant.
Shao Zhanlin pursed his lips and stared at the small face that looked like his own for a long time. The coldness on his face suddenly disappeared and he said in a deep voice:
"Okay, let the butler convert the amount into cash and deduct it from your pocket money."
Jiang Yihan originally thought he was going to make some big move.
Unexpectedly, after holding it in for a long time, it was just deducted from pocket money.
This is something.
If he remembered correctly, even if Shao Yijin had no pocket money, he still had plenty of money to spend.
Thinking of the one or two billion without blinking an eye, Jiang Yihan curled his lips and was about to fight back when he heard Shao Zhanlin continue:
"Contact the bank now and freeze his capital account. When will the pocket money be deducted from the things he dropped and when will it be distributed to him normally?"
If Jiang Yihan could still be calm and confident before, he would be really anxious now.
If he was really Shao Yijin, then even if his account was frozen, he lived on the streets, and he was so poor that he starved to death, he would still admit it.
But he is not.
He could use Shao Yijin's identity to show off his temper, but it couldn't cause him immeasurable losses.
These are Jiang Yihan's requirements and bottom line for himself.
So when I heard that Shao Zhanlin said that he wanted to freeze his account, he jumped off the sofa without any delay.
"etc!"
Because he jumped so fast, he didn't notice the pieces of porcelain under his feet and just kicked it down...