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Chapter 2836 Proposal?

"Mr. Jiang!"

"Ok?"

The secretary sensed that her boss seemed a little unhappy, and for a moment she felt a bit confused, since this was exactly what she had been looking forward to.

They specifically chose this international hotel because it was the first time they ate out, and they wanted to reminisce about their youth. They were willing to pay extra to reserve this banquet hall.

He'd been planning this for half a year, all for the sake of proposing at the end!
Now... why aren't you happy?

"Shiyu, put the hotel aside for now. Later, talk to the department in charge of renovations and tell them to redo all the projects we worked on with Gan Jing's studio, and do a full renovation of everything!"

"Huh?" Secretary Yu Shiyu was stunned for a moment, her face completely bewildered.

Did these two have some kind of conflict?

Why do we suddenly have to redo it?

Jiang Haokun was also helpless about this, or rather, he understood Old Master Jiang a little. No wonder the old man kept clinging to power. The original owner of this body wanted to give the whole company to Gan Jing.

With her limited skills, she might be able to design a small restaurant or eatery, but this Liyuan Chunjing project of the company is a high-end luxury apartment building. It's no wonder no one would buy it if she designed it so tacky!

Although other designers made improvements, the original owner, who was "poisoned by love," was a true simp to the core and insisted on maintaining Gan Jing's original design.

He has some serious illness, more or less!

Jiang Haokun is not the original owner of this body, and he has no intention of taking Gan Jing seriously!

"Uh... okay, Mr. Jiang!" The secretary didn't dare to ask about her boss's private matters.

"But...Mr. Jiang, should we continue in the hotel banquet hall?"

This question had to be asked, because the original owner of this body was just like the foolish son of a landlord. After receiving the signal that Gan Jing agreed to date him, he was in a state of complete excitement.

The proposal was a painstaking effort, not only spending a fortune on the banquet hall but also on other decorations. Even the ingredients had to be air-freighted from Europe, not to mention all the other miscellaneous items. It cost millions to propose!
What's the point of proposing?!

Let that "cleanliness" go to hell!
"Hold off!" Jiang Haokun had no intention of proposing. "If... since the banquet hall is already booked, it's not easy to cancel. We can just hold a company cocktail party later!"

"This is a good opportunity to promote the property project. The main leaders of each department should organize a team-building activity. The Liyuan Chunjing project is very important to the company!"

Indeed, in my memory, the power of the group had always been in the hands of Jiang's father. Previously, the company mainly dealt in building materials. The old man was getting old and his vision was somewhat outdated, unable to see the crisis behind the booming real estate industry.

When it was a sunset industry, they were hesitant and dared not invest fully. But as the industry was about to reach its peak, they started to gamble and directly acquired a piece of land to develop high-end real estate.

The project has an investment of nearly 6 million yuan and is mainly divided into high-rise buildings in the east area, low-rise garden houses in the west area, and townhouses and detached villas in the north area. The reason for building it this way is to avoid some policies. If it were built as a villa community, there would be too many things to be approved.

This design is definitely neither here nor there!
This positioning is too imprecise; it feels like trying to have it all.
After the secretary left, Jiang Haokun began to busy himself with his work for the day. Although he did not have complete control over the group, he was, after all, his own son, not an adopted one, and he could still make decisions on matters he thought about.

After working for more than two hours, just as I was about to take a break, my cell phone, which was on my desk, suddenly rang.

"Hey... Dad!"

"it is good!"

"Okay~"

"I'll be back tonight!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Haokun put his phone back on his desk, his expression shifting between light and dark.

But now all we can do is deal with whatever comes our way!
In the evening, a luxury convoy drove into an old villa on Fuxing Road, a place steeped in history. This was the Jiang family's old residence, with a history of nearly a hundred years, dating back to the 30s.

Upon hearing the sound of a car, a servant opened the courtyard gate.

"Master!"

Jiang Haokun smiled and nodded at the servants who greeted him.

The old villa is a three-story building with a garden in the front and back. There is also a two-story annex to the west of the main building, which is where the Jiang family's servants lived.
The front yard wasn't big, but it was kept clean and elegant.

Stepping inside the house, one is immediately struck by its spacious and bright living room, which is paved with smooth beige terrazzo and inlaid with dark lace. The living room connects to a sizable dining room and an open kitchen, where Jiang's mother and a maid are busy at work.

The most surprising thing is that there is a small and exquisite tea table by the window, which is full of antique style and atmosphere. There is also a study of more than ten square meters on the north side. This is the overall environment of the first floor of the old house.

The bedrooms are on the second and third floors.

"mom!"

"Hey~"

"Talk to your dad first, I'll wash some of your favorite fruit!"

"Thank you mom!"

"Dad!" Jiang Haokun greeted the old man on the sofa.

"Hmm... Sit down!"

Mr. Jiang, who is nearly 70 years old, has graying temples and is sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. He sits upright, does not smile, and has a very imposing presence.

As the "only" boy in the Jiang family, the original owner was strictly disciplined by his family from a young age. He was taught to sit and stand properly, which was the basic requirement. There were also countless other rules, such as not talking while eating or sleeping.

Jiang Haokun had just been reborn, so he didn't act rashly and tried his best to maintain the original persona.

"Haokun, have some fruit~" Jiang's mother, with her elegant demeanor, carried a fruit platter into the living room.
Although the old lady is 60 years old, her innate elegance has not diminished in the slightest.

Her gray hair was neatly tied into a bun at the back of her head, a pink and white silk scarf was tied around her neck, a light blue shawl was draped over her shoulders, she wore a black brocade cheongsam embroidered with dark red peonies, and she wore a pair of shiny black leather shoes.

Upon first glance at Jiang's mother, one wouldn't notice the wrinkles on her cheeks, but rather be drawn to her elegant and gentle demeanor. This is the refinement that is ingrained in the bones of women from the upper echelons of Shanghai society!

Her every move exudes an air of noble elegance that doesn't require self-deprecation; every smile, every gesture, is imbued with grace and poise.

The saying "Time never defeats beauty" is perfectly embodied in Jiang's mother, who is a true high-ranking official.

As far as I can remember, if my father hadn't married my mother, we probably wouldn't have been able to rebuild our family business so quickly. So, there has always been only one woman in this family, and her position is as stable as a mountain and as firm as a rock.

"How's the company doing lately?" Mr. Jiang took out a box of tea leaves, opened the lid, used a small pair of tongs to pick out a little bit of tea leaves and poured them into a small purple clay teapot. He poured in freshly boiled water to rinse the tea leaves first, then poured the rinse water into a large cup, and then added a second batch of boiling water to slowly steep the tea leaves.

At the same time, the tea-rinsing water is used to rinse the cups that are about to be used, and then poured into the trash can under the tea table. The whole process is smooth and pleasing to the eye, giving people a profound artistic conception.

His words just now sounded like they were spoken very casually.

But Jiang Haokun knew very well that someone in the group must have informed the old man. That's just how family businesses are; not everyone is convinced of the Crown Prince's authority in the power struggles.

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)