Open the Journal: I Drove a Helicopter

After peeling the shrimp, Jiang Li put it into Lin Chen's bowl.

Lin Chen ate it in one gulp.

Jiang Li looked at Lin Chen, smiled, and continued to peel the second one.

Lin Chen likes to eat shrimp.

Wang Junsheng couldn't help but glanced again.

How did he feel like he was being fed a mouthful of dog food?

If I had known earlier, he would have brought a female companion as well.

A meal is over.

Lin Chen looked at Wang Junsheng: "Mr. Wang, the meal is over, can we sign the contract now?"

Wang Junsheng smiled and said, "Of course."

Then, he took out a document from his briefcase.

"This is the contract, take a look."

"If there are no problems, we will sign."

Lin Chen took the contract and handed it to Jiang Li.

"Look at it."

Jiang Li nodded: "OK."

Then, he looked carefully.

After checking it again and finding no loopholes, he looked at Lin Chen and nodded slightly.

Lin Chen also nodded: "Then sign."

Seeing this, Wang Junsheng gave Lin Chen a surprised look.

Isn't it signed by Lin Chen?

What is Jiang Li?

Did Lin Chen give this land to Jiang Li?

Now Wang Junsheng understood why Jiang Li willingly peeled the shrimp for Lin Chen.

Tens of millions of land, if you want to give it away, plus the sky-high birthday gifts at the birthday banquet, this is indeed a lot of money.

Few girls can resist it.

There are two copies of the contract, one for each person.

Lin Chen looked directly at Wang Junsheng: "Mr. Wang, the contract has been signed, so let's go first."

"Okay, Mr. Lin, go slowly." Wang Junsheng said with a smile.

Lin Chen nodded and left with Jiang Li.

On the way, Jiang Li was driving the car.

Thinking of what Wang Junsheng said just now, Lin Chen couldn't help feeling a little curious.

"Wang Tiancheng had a stroke? Why does it feel a little sudden?"

Jiang Li said: "It was indeed quite sudden, but he didn't say anything, because he couldn't bear the blow."

Lin Chen still felt that something was wrong.

"If you can't bear the blow, you should have suffered a stroke. How could you come to the Wang family? Could it be that the more you think about it when you go back, the more you get angry, so you have a stroke?"

Jiang Li thought for a while, and said, "Maybe?"

"However, Wang Junhao was deposed, Wang Tiancheng suffered a stroke, and now the Wang family's property has fallen into the hands of Wang Junsheng alone."

Hearing Jiang Li's words, Lin Chen seemed to understand something at once.

Could it be Wang Junsheng who did it?

Because you want to fight for family property?

Lin Chen shook his head again, feeling a little funny.

Why is he thinking so much?

In any case, it is also a family matter.

Lin Chen quickly threw this matter out of the blue.

After finishing the business in Shanghai, Lin Chen also planned to return to Donghai.

Jiang Li naturally went back with Lin Chen.

Although Jiang Heng intended to hand over the Yunsheng Group to her, Jiang Li chose to go back to the East China Sea with Lin Chen.

After all, her Jiacheng is still in Donghai, and more importantly, there is Lin Chen in Donghai City.

The elders of Jiang's family also knew what Jiang Li was thinking, so they didn't try to keep her.

Just tell her to come back more often.

on the Airbus A380.

Jiang Li stared blankly at the clouds outside the window, feeling inexplicably sad.

Lin Chen patted her on the shoulder.

"It's okay, if you want to go back, let's go back often."

Only then did Jiang Li retract her gaze, and gently leaned on Lin Chen's shoulder.

"In the past few years, I haven't been home very much. This time I went back, it was the happiest time for them."

Of course, she also knew that it was all because of Lin Chen.

"Okay, don't be sad." Lin Chen couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Li shook her head: "I'm not sad, but gratified and emotional."

"Okay, okay, I feel relieved!" Lin Chen said helplessly.

Jiang Li looked up at Lin Chen: "Lin Chen, I seem to like you more and more, what should I do?"

Lin Chen smiled and said, "Then what do you want to do?

Jiang Li shook her head: "I don't know."

"Then shall we play something else?"

Jiang Li sat up straight, wondering: "What else?"

"Do you know what a camera shake is?"

Camera shock?

She didn't know that.

she only knows cars

Suddenly thought of something, Jiang Li subconsciously looked at Lin Chen: "You don't mean what I think, do you?"

"Be confident, that's what you think."

"But there are still crew members?"

"Go to the room, just keep your voice down."

Airbus A380 landing at Donghai Airport.

Jiang Li supported her waist, walked tremblingly, and cast a resentful glance at Lin Chen, who was as if nothing had happened.

Why is this person always acting like nothing?

Why is it always her who suffers?

It's not fair, it's so unfair.

this time,

It was Lin Chen who was driving.

Jiang Li fell asleep directly on the co-pilot.

After arriving at Shui'an Yaju, Lin Chen sent Jiang Li home directly, and went back to the villa by himself.

Not long after he got home, he received a call.

Lin Chen was quite surprised because it was Fang Mingli who called.

He still had a good impression of this little old man.

"Dean Fang, what are you looking for me for?"

Lin Chen was still a little puzzled.

He did not leave Fang Mingli's contact information.

But thinking about it, it should have been given by Jiang Xuan, so Lin Chen didn't take it to heart.

Hearing this, Fang Mingli said: "It's nothing. I just want to tell you that Liu Jun has been removed from the Huaxia Art Association. He has been completely blocked in the art circle."

Lin Chen: "So that's the case, but he deserved what he deserved."

"Grandmaster Lin is right." Fang Mingli said: "The president of the Huaxia Art Association asked me for your contact information. He said he wanted to tell you something. Do you want me to give him your contact information?"

Lin Chen frowned slightly.

The president of the Huaxia Art Association, do you want his contact information?

He doesn't seem to know that president, does he?

Lin Chen thought for a few seconds before saying, "Give it."

"Okay, then I'll give him your contact information later."

Immediately afterwards, Lin Chen asked again: "President Fang, do you know the president of the Huaxia Arts Association, why did you want to find me?"

"This..." Fang Mingli hesitated for a moment before he said, "The president can't say what it is, but I dare to guess that it should be about the Art Awards."

"Art Award?" Lin Chen was puzzled.

"Yes." Fang Mingli nodded, "Recently, the headquarters of the Huaxia Art Association will hold an art award in Kyoto, and you are the most popular guru recently, so I want to invite you to participate in the art award."

Lin Chen nodded: "Okay, I probably understand."

Not long after I hung up the phone, the phone rang again in a hurry.

Lin Chen looked down and saw a series of unfamiliar phone numbers, which belonged to Kyoto.

It seems that the caller should be the president of the arts association.