He got out depressedly and sat in the driver's seat obediently. He turned on the complaining mode, "Brother, you are a CEO worth hundreds of billions, but you still drive by yourself?

If I were you, I would hire seven private drivers and rotate them from Monday to Sunday."

"If drivers are as annoying as you, I would rather drive myself." Zhan Hanjue said.

Zhan Hanxuan smacked his lips, "It's really hard to talk to people like you with autism."

"Where to go?" Zhan Hanxuan asked.

"Media Asia."

Zhan Hanxuan sent Lord Zhan Han to Media Asia and was about to leave.

Zhan Hanjue said, "Come up with me and learn about Media Asia's corporate culture."

Zhan Hanxuan said with a sad face, "Brother, I beg you, please show mercy and let me go. It's not like you don't know me. I haven't loved studying since I was a child."

Zhan Hanxuan chuckled, "Brother, this is the only good thing I have left. I'm leaving."

"Come back." Zhan Hanjue scolded sharply.

"Oh, brother-" Zhan Hanxuan stepped back, "Are you sure you want to teach me?"

"Grandpa asked me to help you."

"Oh, you really take it seriously! Just let it go in one ear and out the other, why bother yourself? You don't know that all the teachers who taught me have only one comment: children cannot be taught!"

"You are self-aware."

The secretary was overjoyed by his praise. "Young Master Xuan is good at talking."

"I'm surprised. Media Asia is so busy at work and has to face President Bingshan every day. Your endocrine system is not out of balance?"

Lord Zhan Han stopped and looked back.

"Let's go."

Zhan Hanxuan lowered his head and followed Lord Zhan Han to the ninth floor.

But he stopped at the secretary desk and started chatting with the beautiful secretary. "Miss, you have been at Media Asia for so many years, how come you are still so beautiful?"

After entering the president's office, Zhan Hanjue threw a stack of folders to Zhan Hanxuan, "This is a successful case of Bai's Film and Television Company manipulating the film industry. Take a look."

Zhan Hanxuan jumped up immediately when he opened the cover page, "Is this the French version?"

"Is there any problem?" Zhan Hanjue was speechless at his surprise.

"Are you very free?"

Zhan Hanxuan calmed down and hurriedly followed.

"Brother, don't be so serious. Will you scare the beautiful secretary?"

Seeing Jue Zhan Han's murderous gaze, Zhan Hanxuan begged for mercy, "I can only speak, not admit."

Zhan Hanjue threw him a translation dictionary and said, "Translate them."

Zhan Hanxuan looked at the densely packed small characters and felt dizzy.

"Brother, they know me, but I don't know them?"

"What did you learn while studying in France?"

"Brother, French blondes are really romantic. If you don't fall in love with someone in France, you won't be able to afford the high tuition fees. Are you right?"

"Before dark, if I can't see the Chinese version, you can wait to have a reunion dinner with your half-brothers and sisters tomorrow."

Zhan Hanxuan's face turned pale.

"You are cruel."

He lost his dictionary and confronted Lord Zhan Han, "Brother, you'd better kill me. You ask me to translate, but I can't do it."

A sinister sneer appeared at the corner of Zhan Hanjue's lips——

I can't deal with you yet, little one.

Then I sat obediently at my desk and translated it word for word.

Zhan Hanjue looked at Zhan Hanxuan who was hunched over his desk and writing furiously, his eyes dark and unclear.

Grandpa refused to let his children from outside the family live in Bixi Manor just because he wanted to protect Han Xuan and the others.

If one day, Han Xuan and the others are full-fledged and able to take charge of their own business, maybe the old man will relent and let the bloodline of the outer chamber recognize their ancestors.

After all, the old man still hopes to see the Zhan family reunite one day.


Chapter completed!