984: Quan Jue Is Too Young

Quan Jue Is Too Young

"Let me offer you this piece of advice. Your son and his fiancée are not ordinary people." Mr. Oster leaned back on the sofa.1

However, Quan Jingzhou only curled his lips in disdain.

He didn't even bid Oster farewell. He just left the room without looking back.

Oster didn't seem to notice Greg's anxiety. He sat calmly in his seat as he drank his tea.

Greg stood rooted to the ground, at a loss. After Quan Jingzhou left, he asked uneasily, "Sir, are you sure you want to choose Feng Ting Company? In terms of background, they are far inferior to the Quan Corporation."

Oster smiled faintly. "You've been by my side for so many years, have you learned nothing? I've told you before that the most important thing for a company is not background, but prospects. I'll organize the information for you tonight. Go and draft a contract. As long as the terms are good, it's fine even if we earn less."

Surprised that Oster valued Quan Jue so much, Greg nodded and left the room.

Meanwhile, Quan Jingzhou boarded the helicopter with a dark expression.

He punched the empty seat beside him and said, "Quan Jue, how dare you go against me like this! It looks like I've been too easy on him."

"Sir, don't be angry. When Mr. Quan Jue returns to the family, his company will naturally be merged into the corporation. In the end, this business will still belong to our Quan family." The secretary quickly comforted him.

Quan Jingzhou's mood did improve a little. However, he still stiffened his neck and sneered in disdain. "What I care about is not the cooperation with Mr. Oster this time. Even without this cooperation, the Quan family won't collapse. I'm dissatisfied with Quan Jue's attitude. He goes against me everywhere. He doesn't respect me as a father at all."

"Mr. Quan Jue is just a little immature and rebellious. In another two years, he will naturally become more mature. He will understand your good intentions then." The secretary continued to coax him.

"It's the Chi family. They didn't raise my son well." Quan Jingzhou narrowed his eyes dangerously, revealing a faint viciousness. "And that Chi Jiao. The Chi family is just a small family. They're not worthy of Quan Jue. Looks like we have to think of a way to remind Chi Jiao of her low status."

The secretary frowned. "But I heard that Chi Jiao is the manager of 117…"

"So what? 117 is just a gathering place for weirdos," Quan Jingzhou said disdainfully.

As he spoke, Quan Jingzhou rubbed his glabella with a pained expression.

"Sir, are you alright? You don't look too good. Are you feeling unwell?" The secretary asked.

Quan Jingzhou shook his head, but Chi Jiao's final gaze appeared in his mind.

For some reason, her gaze made him feel a little uneasy.

However, Quan Jingzhou told himself that he didn't have to take Chi Jiao seriously.

"Send someone to keep an eye on Quan Jue and try to find out about their game." Quan Jingzhou shook his head and pushed Chi Jiao out of his mind.

The secretary was a bit anxious and asked tentatively, "Sir, do you intend to copy their game?"

Quan Jingzhou laughed sinisterly. "You don't have to make it sound so ugly. The game belongs to whoever releases it to the public first. What is plagiarism? Quan Jue can only blame himself for being too young and careless. He doesn't know the rules of the business world."

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