What happened to Xu Qiuyao quickly reached Ji Huai's ears.
After the assistant finished reporting, he lowered his head and heard regular knocking sounds on the table one after another.
After a long while, Ji Huai stopped tapping his thumb joint and smiled with unknown meaning: "It's his style."
Even after reaching this point, he is still willing to meet Xu Qiuyao and give her a chance. He seems cold-hearted, but in fact there is always an inexplicable softness and kindness.
He was exactly the same as the Shen Zhouran he knew.
But what I hate most is his kindness.
"Throw it away, throw it away, how can you give me another chance to turn around?" He repeated in a low voice, and finally smiled, his peach blossom eyes tinged with a cold light.
Born in a powerful family like theirs, how can one have such a simple mind? Everything has a purpose and a means.
It's just saying it to fool yourself.
Shen Zhouran's softness was like gravel in rice, and he instinctively rejected it in his heart.
"What did the lawyer say?"
The assistant said: "The other party wants 50 million yuan in compensation, but we don't agree. The two parties are still negotiating."
"Fifty million..." Ji Huai said, "If this money is really given out, my father will probably have my legs broken."
His voice was filled with laughter, but the assistant did not dare to laugh along with him.
Because in the Ji family's situation, this is really what will happen.
Ji's father, the powerful leader of the media giant, never cared about whether his sons fought to the death. He only cared about whether his own interests were lost. For him, children are just tools to consolidate his career.
One wrong move and another wrong move. Ji Huai just didn't expect that the most reliable move would end up being a disaster.
The phone on the table rang. Ji Huai looked at the contact and waved his assistant out.
Before the assistant closed the door, he heard him shout: "Father."
Ji's father said lukewarmly: "I heard from Lao Wu that something happened to your company recently?"
It's Lao Wu again.
Ji Huai's eyes darkened and his tone was respectful: "It's just a small matter. Don't worry, father, I will take care of it."
Ji's father snorted coldly: "No matter how you deal with it, you can't hurt the Shen family's face, do you understand?"
"clear."
Without any concern, Ji's father hung up after talking about work. Ji Huai looked at his own shadow on the screen for a long time, then leaned on the back of the chair and chuckled with unspeakable sarcasm.
You can't hurt the Shen family's face, and you can't touch the old man's things. Then you can only make up for this hole yourself.
He called his lawyer: "Follow the other party's request."
"But Mr. Ji, we don't have that much liquidity. What we have now are..."
"I will make up for it," Ji Huai said every word, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his eyes, "I will make up for whatever is missing."
Fifty million.
Almost all of his money was flowing into various projects, and there was not that much capital turnover, which forced him to reluctantly abandon several projects and sell stocks to collect the money.
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