Glancing at his watch, Zhao Haotian said impatiently, "Alright, drop that cocky attitude. Co with at noon to have lunch with Tianlu Bank’s senior executives. These are connections you’ll need in the future; it’s all gain and no loss for you."
"Tianlu Bank?" Zhao Mingtian’s interest was piqued imdiately.
On the way, Zhao Haotian briefly introduced to Zhao Mingtian the background of this senior executive, who was mainly responsible for credit risk assessnts of bond and equity projects, and was said to have the deep trust of Chairman Lan.
Lowering his head, Zhao Mingtian took out his phone and secretly sent a ssage to Yu Jiarui.
——Seriously, you promised to have lunch with at noon, but now you’re ditching . I’ll never trust you again.
Zhao Mingtian was so anxious he began scratching his head: ——Ruirui, co on, my brother is taking to lunch with Tianlu Bank’s senior executives. How could I say no? It’s Tianlu Bank, after all.
Yu Jiarui, who had been lounging on the sofa, imdiately sat upright when she saw the ssage.
After a mont of thought, she replied: ——Then tell which restaurant you’re going to. I’ll go wait for you there. Don’t worry, I won’t let your big brother notice . I just want to see you a bit sooner.
Feeling flattered, Zhao Mingtian couldn’t think straight and promptly told her the restaurant’s na.
Throwing aside her phone, Yu Jiarui dashed into the bathroom, took a shower, applied ticulous makeup, donned a pair of stunning clothes, and walked out the door with a designer handbag slung over her shoulder.
She hailed a cab and headed straight to Zirui Pavilion.
At that mont, a car stopped in front of Zirui Pavilion. Zhao Heng stepped out first, followed by Ru Caiying, Qi Baotan, and Shen You’an. Under the guidance of the attendant, they entered the elegant, antique-styled gateway.
To celebrate Ru Caiying and Qi Baotan, Zhao Heng spared no expense and booked a private room in Zirui Pavilion.
Soon after, Zhao Haotian and Zhao Mingtian arrived. Zhao Haotian’s gaze lingered on a slender figure disappearing into the doorway ahead, and he instinctively furrowed his brows.
That figure seed sowhat familiar.
But he quickly shook his head. Amos’s head of bright blond hair was unmistakable, while this person had jet-black hair.
So young, and already seeing things? Zhao Haotian figured he should find so ti to book an ophthalmologist appointnt.
As they entered the private room, a young man was seated next to Supervisor Gao. Though his head was lowered, he exuded a calm and commanding presence.
"Supervisor Gao, my apologies for being late. I’ll punish myself with a drink."
Zhao Haotian lifted his glass with composure, owning up to his tardiness.
Supervisor Gao raised an eyebrow and smiled. "President Zhao, so straightforward."
After setting down his glass, Zhao Haotian’s gaze shifted to the young man. "And this gentleman is...?"
Supervisor Gao smiled lightly. "A colleague, no need to mind him. He’s just here to freeload a al."
Zhao Haotian, ever sharp-eyed, sensed that the young man’s identity was likely more significant than it appeared. Perhaps he was another senior executive from Tianlu Bank.
Supervisor Gao glanced at Zhao Mingtian with a smile, prompting Zhao Haotian to introduce him.
"This kid’s just fooling around. He started a film and television investnt company, probably not impressive enough for Supervisor Gao’s standards."
Supervisor Gao gave a aningful look at the young man beside him, then said warmly, "At the recent networking conference, Chairman Lan forecasted future market directions. He identified the film and television industry as a burgeoning market. In fact, the Film and Television Investnt Center was just established."
Zhao Haotian was montarily stunned, an undercurrent of excitent tugging at him. Chairman Lan’s investnt foresight was legendary, almost prophetic—this was an invaluable piece of insider information.
He turned to glance at Zhao Mingtian. You’ve really hit the jackpot, kid.
Scratching his head, Zhao Mingtian chuckled sheepishly. "Chairman Lan truly has an eye for things."
Both Supervisor Gao and the young man exchanged a fleeting glance, a faint disdain flickering in their eyes.
How could a simpleton like this comnt so casually on whether the chairman had foresight or not?
"Let tell you, my investnt judgnt is nothing to scoff at. Ever since I entered the industry, I’ve never lost money. Every movie I’ve backed has been a hit. Do you know Director Cen Shu? He’s a renowned director in the entertainnt circle, with countless awards and an impressive tally of actors and actresses he’s helped shape. I originally trusted his potential and invested in his new movie. But who knew that old guy would be so stubborn! He insisted on casting so washed-up actress. So, I pulled my investnt. Without my funding, that movie is dead on arrival. Even if soone else steps in later, I’ll bet that movie won’t succeed. Whoever decided to fund it must’ve had their brain kicked by a donkey. Just wait—they’ll lose their shirt over it."
Blabbering on, Zhao Mingtian wore a smug, self-satisfied grin.
Zhao Haotian frowned deeply and, lowering his voice, snapped, "Shut your mouth. How can you spout nonsense like that in front of two senior executives?"
"What? I didn’t say anything wrong," Zhao Mingtian muttered under his breath.
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