Chapter 971

"No!" Before Jian Zhengxue could speak, Gu Minglan objected: "What grand wedding? Isn't it just a formality? When your father and I got married, it was just two families sitting at one table having a meal."

Jian Zhengxue agreed: "You have to know, your status is different from others, especially our family; we must pay attention to the influence."

"When I, Zhou Andong, get married, do I still care about other people's opinions?" Zhou Andong smiled: "Dad, I know you're worried about people making trouble, saying we're using the wedding to collect wealth."

Jian Zhengxue nodded: "It's not worry; someone will definitely say that. There will also be people using the opportunity of your wedding to offer bribes, so your wedding must be low-key."

"This matter is easy to solve." Zhou Andong also rolled a duck pancake and put it in Old Four's bowl: "There are two ways: one is not to accept gift money, and the other is to donate all the gift money."

Hmm?

Jian Zhengxue and Gu Minglan looked at Zhou Andong, then looked at each other.

Regardless of how the wedding is held, that's the Zhou family's business and has nothing to do with the Jian family.

But accepting gift money is not just the Zhou family's business, after all, the Jian family and those related to the Jian family will also attend the wedding.

Since they came, it's impossible not to give a gift. As long as this gift money is accepted, the Jian family will inevitably be criticized.

If they don't accept gift money, then there won't be any problems, and some people who want to make an issue out of it won't find an excuse.

Gu Minglan said: "If you don't accept gift money, then do whatever you want."

"Mom!" Jian Qiu said: "I actually think it's better to accept the gift money and then donate it."

Jian Zhengxue smiled: "I also think it's better to accept the gift money and donate it than not to accept it at all."

Gu Minglan glared at Jian Zhengxue: "You two decide; I won't care anymore. Now let's discuss the date."

"Next year's National Day!" Jian Qiu looked at Zhou Andong: "What do you think?"

"Whatever you decide is fine." Zhou Andong also rolled a duck pancake and took a bite.

Gu Minglan frowned and said with dissatisfaction: "Why push it all the way to next year's National Day? Isn't New Year's Day okay?"

"New Year's Day is too cold." Jian Qiu shook her head: "Also, we have a new hotel built in Jiangzhou, which will be put into use next August. Our wedding will be held there."

"In-laws!" Gu Minglan looked at Yuan Liying: "What is your opinion?"

Yuan Liying naturally supported Gu Minglan: "I also think New Year's Day is just right."

Zhou Andong shook his head: "The wedding needs to be well-prepared, and it's only two months until New Year's Day; how is that enough time?"

Yuan Liying said with annoyance: "Two months isn't enough time for you to prepare?"

"Not enough!" Zhou Andong picked up his glass and clinked it with Jian Zhengxue and Old Zhou: "Just take my and Qiuqiu's custom-made formal wear; I estimate it won't be finished in half a year."

Old Zhou took a sip of wine and snorted: "What kind of formal wear takes half a year to make?"

"Chinese-style formal wear!" Zhou Andong said: "Qiuqiu and I are going to have a Chinese-style wedding."

Wearing a pure white wedding dress and marrying the man she loves is every girl's dream, and Jian Qiu couldn't be an exception.

Especially in this era, Western-style weddings were experiencing a massive explosion in popularity.

Therefore, when Zhou Andong had previously mentioned having a Chinese-style wedding to Jian Qiu, Jian Qiu had opposed it.

But she couldn't resist Zhou Andong's silver tongue, and in the end, Jian Qiu was persuaded.

"This is good!" Jian Zhengxue said: "Chinese people should have Chinese-style weddings; why must they have Western-style weddings, making it neither Chinese nor Western?"

Old Zhou nodded along: "I think, just do as the children say, hold it next year on National Day. Time passes quickly; a year will pass in the blink of an eye."

"I think it's fine." Jian Zhengxue echoed: "Just one year, what can't wait?"

"Alright then!" Gu Minglan compromised: "Then it's settled; the wedding will be held next year on National Day. Let's eat."

………………

Geneva, the Sugar Industry Conference is underway, and someone is giving a speech on the podium.

Guo Qizheng is sitting in the front row, listening to the speech with rapt attention.

At this moment, a staff member walked up to him and whispered something in his ear.

Guo Qizheng nodded slightly and stood up to walk toward the venue entrance.

After leaving the venue, he went to the hotel front desk and picked up the phone.

"I am Guo Qizheng!"

"Boss!" A man's low voice came through the receiver: "The contract has been signed, 650,000 tons."

"Good!" Guo Qizheng said: "After you return, I will celebrate your success. That is all."

Guo Qizheng put down the phone, a relaxed smile immediately appearing on his face, and then he returned to the venue with a light step.

"Guo, where did you go just now?" Gus beside him asked in a low voice.

Guo Qizheng leaned slightly toward Gus: "I received some major news."

Gus's expression immediately became serious: "What news?"

Guo Qizheng leaned closer to Gus again: "China is short of raw sugar and is in urgent need of supply."

Gus's spirits lifted: "Is the news reliable?"

"Reliable!" Guo Qizheng said: "The tremors in the futures market are also explained."

Gus stood up and left, and a smile that was hard to detect curled at the corner of Guo Qizheng's mouth.

The chubby foreigner was sitting on the very outside, and seeing Gus come out, he grabbed him.

"Gus, the meeting hasn't ended yet, the speech is still continuing; it's very impolite for you to leave like this."

Gus whispered something in his ear, and the chubby foreigner stood up and left.

An elderly British man with a full head of white hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a hooked nose was sitting on Guo Qizheng's other side.

He had been paying attention to Guo Qizheng and Gus, and didn't know what they had said, but Gus had left in a hurry.

This immediately made him realize that something might have happened. But Gus had left, while Guo Qizheng hadn't, which made him a bit puzzled.

"Guo!" The Briton couldn't help it and asked Guo Qizheng in a low voice: "What did you say to Gus? Did something happen?"

Guo Qizheng told this old guy his exclusive news without reservation.

The Briton's face changed, and he also left the venue very impolitely.

The meeting, which was supposed to last three hours, ended half an hour early after Guo Qizheng was "forced" to reveal the secret.

This made the organizers very angry and embarrassed, but when the organizers learned the reason, they shut their mouths.

In the hearts of capitalists, no one's face is more important than making money.

After these people returned, they mobilized their intelligence networks one after another, confirming that China was indeed in urgent need of a large supply of raw sugar.

This made everyone extremely excited; no matter what China was short of, it would make their own pockets bulge again.

Immediately afterward, these big shots raised funds overnight, preparing to bottom-fish for white sugar.

………………

"Ding-a-ling..."

Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu had just returned to the hotel and opened the door when they heard the phone ringing.

Jian Qiu walked quickly into the room and picked up the phone: "Hello, this is Jian Qiu!"

"Miss Jian, this is Guo Qizheng."