Chapter 658

In this round of competition, Zhan Tingye had to bow down and admit defeat.

Zhan Hanjue's foresight, as well as the rigor of doing things without leakage, made him have to admire.

Guan Xiao smiled and left.

Zhan Tingye looked at Guan Xiaoqing's thin back, and suddenly pulled his legs to catch up. The moment Guan Xiao entered the elevator, Zhan Tingye followed in.

"Does the master have something to say to me?"

Zhan Tingye hesitated for a moment and said, "Guan Xiao, I know you are very capable. However, you should know that people go to higher places and water flows to lower places. You Huanya used to be good, but now, Han Jue's legs are disabled, and he has lost the backer of the Zhan Clan. Media Asia won't be able to last long. But as long as you are willing to come to the Zhan Clan, I will never treat you badly. ”

Zhan Tingye's eyes were filled with an obscure light.

Guan Xiao didn't directly reject him, does this mean that he still has a chance?

Guan Xiao smiled reluctantly. "Master, for the sake of your love for Guan Xiao so much. I'll kindly remind you. There is a saying that knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will not be defeated in a hundred battles. If you want to poach me and leave, you should first investigate the reason why I stayed in Media Asia. ”

The elevator door opened, and Guan Xiao strode away.

Not long after, his secretary called him back.

"Chairman, I found Guan Xiao's file."

Zhan Tingye took out his mobile phone and called his secretary: "Go check Guan Xiao's file immediately." ”

"Yes. Chairman. ”

"The file records that he is a child of the orphanage. When he was eight years old, he was picked up by the founder of Media Asia and sent abroad. When he came back, he became the right-hand man of the war youth. ”

Zhan Tingye's face was pale—Guan Xiao was clearly playing with him.

Zhan Tingye was slightly stunned, thinking that it was difficult to verify the files of the senior managers of Media Asia.

"Say."

After Guan Xiao came out of the Bai's Central Building, he rushed to the Medical Department of Media Asia - the ward of Mrs. Yan.

"Guan Xiao, it was Han Jue who asked you to come." The old lady hadn't seen Zhan Hanjue for a long time, and she was very worried about him, "Hanjue's body, is it better?" ”

Give him hope, but let his hope be dashed.

They are also a father and a friend, and it is impossible for Guan Xiao to betray Zhan Hanjue.

Guan Xiao said: "Thank you, old lady, for your concern." ”

"He asked you to come to me, and it must have been a difficult thing that he couldn't solve. Go ahead. The old lady said.

Guan Xiao told honestly, "My body is fine, but I have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair." ”

The old lady burst into tears when she heard this. "It's a pity for that kid."

Guan Xiao smiled: "Two years is just right. ”

Suddenly thinking of something, Guan Xiao's face became gloomy, and said, "Old lady, when you are discharged from the hospital, your wife may not be able to come to greet you in person." ”

Guan Xiao said: "The Zhan clan broke with Huanya. Many of the parts of Media Asia were cut off by the Zhan Clan. The president hopes that the old lady will go out of the mountain, and Media Asia needs Yan's technical support. ”

The old lady looked at the familiar ward and said, "I've been here for too long, and it's time to go out." You go and tell him to give me two years. ”

The old lady's face was solemn, "Hmm." ”

Guan Xiao had to tell the truth, "She was framed and is in prison." The old lady can rest assured that the president has already arranged it and will not let her stay in it for too long. ”

The old lady had a bad premonition, "What's wrong with Lingbao?" ”

Zhan Tingye ran around outside for a day, but it was in vain. Back to the tourmaline, the Sycamore compound.

Zhan Tingye sat in the study, leaned his head on the back of the circle chair, and closed his eyes to recuperate. The cheeks that were stained by wind and frost now carried the smile of a victor.

Yan Xiaoru pushed the door in with the fruit plate, and shouted softly, "Master." ”