Anciently, Zhuge Liang debated scholars, and now, Jiang Ling confronts her difficult relatives.
No matter what sharp and biting words the aunts and great-aunts spewed, Jiang Ling could retort with the most cutting remarks.
This made the Jian family finally realize Jiang Ling's formidable nature.
Jiang Yushuang, listening from the side, was so impressed that her clear, somewhat naive eyes fixed intently on Jiang Ling.
Her inner monologue had transformed into a scene of her kneeling at Jiang Ling's feet, fawning and begging, "Lingzi, you are my goddess! Teach me quickly, I want to be like you and verbally obliterate these awful people!"
If Jiang Ling knew Jiang Yushuang's current thoughts, she would surely burst out laughing.
This was nothing. Sister Sa was the true queen of verbal combat.
Compared to Sister Sa, her meager mouth-off skills were but a drop in the ocean.
Sister Sa's tongue was like a brothel boatman rowing with no oars, directly sailing to her destination.
Just then, Jiang Ling's phone buzzed.
"Excuse me, I need to take this call!"
Jian's mother snorted. This call was most likely from her agency, having to deal with work arrangements on the Mid-Autumn Festival, completely lacking any autonomy.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ling didn't go to the balcony but answered the call directly on the sofa.
Jiang Ling curved her lips into a smile and asked, "Wu Yue, why are you calling me at this hour?"
Upon hearing the name 'Wu Yue,' the noble ladies present all froze.
Good heavens, could this Wu Yue be *that* Wu Yue?
As members of high-society circles, they had nothing else to do but shop, dine, and get beauty treatments; they barely engaged in any serious activities.
When shopping at high-end malls, they couldn't escape the allure of LV bags from the LVMH Group, Guerlain perfumes, Dior ready-to-wear, Tiffany jewelry, and a series of high-end custom luxury goods.
How could they not know that Wu Yue was the president of the LVMH Group in Greater China?
Could it really be such a coincidence?
Jiang Ling took in their expressions, seemingly accidentally turning on the speakerphone.
Wu Yue's deep voice, laced with humility and respect, emanated clearly from the phone.
"Hello, President Jiang. I'm calling to wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and I have something I'd like to ask you?"
Hearing this voice, Jian's mother and the others inwardly exclaimed, "Holy hell! It really is that Wu Yue from LV!"
Jian Zhou, Jiang Yushuang, Jian's father, and the others were astonished and bewildered. They wondered how Wu Yue, as the CEO of LVMH's parent company in Greater China, could be so respectful to Jiang Ling, even addressing her as President Jiang?
"What is it?"
Jiang Ling's tone was indifferent, an aura of superiority unconsciously radiating from her.
Wu Yue replied, "We received news from headquarters that Mr. Alrro learned President Jiang possesses excellent Padparadscha mine resources, and he specifically asked me to inquire."
Tiffany, under the LVMH Group, was an international first-tier jewelry brand. To maintain its high-end brand image, the company spent a vast fortune annually procuring gemstone mine resources.
Among these gemstone resources, Padparadscha and Paraiba were the most sought after and favored by high-society ladies.
Now that they knew major shareholder President Jiang controlled the best Padparadscha mines, they naturally wanted to process internally, keeping the benefits within the family.
Although Jiang Ling owned the entirety of a mine, it was located abroad, making extraction troublesome.