The new IUD became an overnight sensation, and Hu Biao received many job offers. Among them, Jie Yang was the most popular, and most of the job offers were directed at Jie Yang.

Xie Yang asked Hu Biao to turn down all the invitations given to him.

Hu Biao felt it was a pity and advised: "Are you really going to reject all of them? In fact, I think you can take on one or two high-quality jobs so that the public can get to know you better."

Xie Yang still insisted on turning down all the work, with the reason being: "Rather than being a popular artist, I would rather be a boss who gets rich quickly."

“……”Hu Biao was choked and hung up the phone.

Xie Yang, who had nothing to do, took on the job of screening resumes. He stayed at home every day looking through resumes, and shamelessly went to Liu Sha to ask for advice from time to time, asking Liu Sha, who had executive experience, to help him screen people. Liu Sha was also happy to help him, and the two of them would get together from time to time to discuss recruiting, and their relationship unknowingly became closer.

On the weekend, Xie Yang went out with Qiu Xing to meet Feng Qinglin.

After getting in the car, Qiu Xing suddenly said coldly: "I see that you have been chatting well with Liu Sha recently, why don't you let Liu Sha help you?"

Xie Yang was surprised: "Really? My company is in need of a vice president to take charge."

Qiu Xing's mouth drooped: "Fake."

Xie Yang was not picky and took the opportunity to ask: "Do you have any other talents that you don't need? Recommend one to me."

Qiu Xing sneered: "I never keep idle people under my command."

That's it.

Xie Yang leaned back in his chair, worrying about where to recruit management talent. He himself doesn't have the energy to spend all day in the company, but he is not at ease leaving the company to someone he just randomly hired.

Qiu Xing looked at Li Yang several times, and finally his face darkened inexplicably. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

An hour later, the car stopped in front of a quiet teahouse.

Qiu Xing was the first to get off the car and slammed the door shut. Xie Yang glanced at the car door, then got out and followed Qiu Xing consciously, standing side by side with Zhou Miao. At first glance, he looked like Qiu Xing's assistant.

The three of them came to the private room that Feng Qinglin had booked. Before entering the door, the waiter who was leading the way for them suddenly called out to Jie Yang, hesitantly, and said in a suppressed excited tone: "Are you Jie Yang? I, I'm your fan, can you sign an autograph for me?" As he spoke, he suddenly burst into tears, lowered his head and wiped his tears awkwardly while whispering sorry.

Qiu Xing, who was already halfway inside the door, stopped and turned to look at the waiter.

Feng Qinglin, who was coming to meet him from the door, was puzzled and asked, "Uncle, why don't you come in?"

Qiu Xing waved his hand to signal him to shut up.

Feng Qinglin's expression turned ugly for a moment, then he walked to Qiu Xing's side, and followed Qiu Xing's line of sight to look at Jie Yang and the waiter outside the door.

Xie Yang looked at the young girl in front of him and asked, "Are you my fan?"

The waiter nodded vigorously, afraid that Jie Yang didn't believe him, and added: "I am still a fan of IUD. Your song "Reincarnation" is very beautiful!"

"Where is the signature?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then realized that Xie Yang agreed to sign. He quickly took out a small memo-like notebook from his pocket, turned to a page with a more beautiful pattern, and handed it to Xie Yang along with a pen, saying, "Just sign here, Xie Yang, thank you so much."

This was the first time that Xie Yang was asked for an autograph by a fan. He felt it was very novel and in a good mood. He took the notebook and pen and said, "This is my first time signing autographs. Please don't be disgusted if my signature is too ugly."

The waiter stared at Jie Yang's smile, his face suddenly flushed, and he shook his head vigorously: "No, I don't mind! I definitely don't mind!"

Xie Yang was about to sign as soon as he put pen to paper.

A hand suddenly reached out.

The tip of the pen poked the back of his hand, Xie Yang paused and looked at Qiu Xing who was extending his hand.

The waiter also looked at Qiu Xing with a confused expression.

Qiu Xing grabbed Jie Yang's hand and said to the waiter, "Wait a moment." Then he left Zhou Miao outside to appease the waiter, pulled Jie Yang into the box, closed the door, and let go of Jie Yang to touch himself.

Feng Qinglin looked at Jie Yang inconspicuously and asked Qiu Xing: "Uncle, what are you looking for? Do you need my help?"

Qiu Xing ignored him and took out the only thing on him besides his clothes and cell phone - his wallet. He opened it and searched inside. He pulled out a photo, turned it over and stuffed it into Jie Yang's hand, saying, "Sign it."

Xie Yang was surprised: "You——"

"Sign quickly!" Qiu Xing interrupted Jie Yang and threatened, "If you dare to say one more word, you will lose your position as vice president."

Xie Yang immediately shut up, lowered his head and signed his name on the back of the obviously old photo in his hand.

Qiu Xing waited until Jie Yang finished signing before immediately taking the photo back, turning around, opening the door, throwing Jie Yang out, and slamming the door.

Feng Qinglin: "..."

The waiter and Zhou Miao outside the door stared at Jie Yang who was suddenly thrown out.

"...Ahem." Xie Yang straightened the hat on his coat that Qiu Xing had pulled askew, and said to the waiter, "The elders at home have bad tempers. You should know that my relationship with my family is a little strained because I insisted on entering the entertainment industry."

The waiter immediately became anxious and said, "Have your elders scolded you? Is it because of me? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked to you casually. I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble, it's all my fault." As he said this, he was about to cry again.

Xie Yang quickly comforted her, returned the notebook and pen to the waitress after she signed her name, and advised her not to do private things during working hours in the future, as she would be criticized if her superiors saw it.

The waiter was so moved that he was persuaded to leave reluctantly, holding his notebook and pen.

Xie Yang returned to the box and found that Qiu Xing and Feng Qinglin had already sat down at the tea table, but the atmosphere between the two was not right. Feng Qinglin looked embarrassed and Qiu Xing had a cold expression.

Seeing Jie Yang coming in, Qiu Xing said, "You talk to him."

Feng Qinglin looked towards Jie Yang.

Xie Yang sat down next to Qiu Xing, and instead of paying attention to Feng Qinglin immediately, he asked Qiu Xing: "Do I have a deputy director?"

Qiu Xing's tone was even worse than usual, and he was obviously suppressing his anger. He said, "If you procrastinate any longer, it will be gone."

Xie Yang shut up, looked at Feng Qinglin, and said in a businesslike manner: "Tell me, what problems did your company encounter? What do you want from your uncle? And why are you so old and encounter difficulties in starting a business? Instead of thinking of ways to find a way out and hone yourself, you only know to ask your parents for help."

Feng Qinglin almost couldn't hold back his expression. He didn't understand Yang and said to Qiu Xing: "Uncle, I know you are angry, but the Feng family is my father's family after all. They suppressed my new company, probably to force me back. I think--"

"Enough." Qiu Xing stood up and said coldly, "Since you think so, there is nothing to talk about between us. Good luck to you." After that, he turned and left, slamming the door of the box.

Feng Qinglin stood up and wanted to chase after him.

Xie Yang stretched out his legs to stop him and said, "Why are you chasing me? Your uncle doesn't really ignore you. Didn't he leave me here to talk to you?"

Feng Qinglin stopped and looked at Jie Yang.

Xie Yang said directly: "Feng Qinglin, I don't have any affection filter for you. Neither provocation nor warmth will work on me. If you want to talk about business, sit down. If you don't want to talk, leave. Don't mess with your uncle. Your uncle is in poor health. If he gets angry like this a few more times, I'm afraid he will shorten his life by several years."

Feng Qinglin was also able to endure it. He didn't show any coldness. Instead, he remained silent for a few seconds and asked with concern, "How is uncle's health? He always avoids topics like this in front of me."

"Are you asking this question because you are really concerned about your uncle's health, or are you just trying to find out how close your uncle and I are?"

Feng Qinglin moved his fingers, turned around to hide his emotional fluctuations, and said, "Your name is Jie Yang, right? Jie Yang, don't put your boring speculations on me and my uncle."

Xie Yang sneered, "I'm the one who's trying to persuade you not to act boringly in front of me. I'm studying acting, can you outperform me?"

Feng Qinglin frowned and said nothing.

It seems that the male protagonist has only learned how to intrigue and pretend to be deep in his extra life.

Xie Yang had a rough idea of ​​his attitude towards the male protagonist, so he changed the subject and said, "My mother was born in a family of teachers. My grandparents wanted her to marry a civil servant, but she fell in love with my father, a playboy. Later, my mother eloped with my father despite her parents' opposition. In the second year, I was born. In the third year, my father cheated on her. In the fourth year, my mother became mentally ill. In the fifth year, my mother regretted it and wanted to go back to her parents, but she learned that her parents had died in a car accident a long time ago, and my father had known the news a long time ago, but kept it from my mother. My mother had a mental breakdown and committed suicide. In the sixth year, my father remarried. In the next three years, my stepmother gave me a pair of younger siblings, and I became a complete outsider in the family from then on."

Feng Qinglin's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"Does this story sound familiar? If you change a few details, it will be almost the same as your life story. But you are luckier than me. You have a grandmother and uncle to protect you while you were growing up."

Feng Qinglin finally answered and said, "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that we grew up in the same environment. Now my career is on the right track. My scumbag dad is working hard to make money for me. My stepmother and my two younger siblings are suppressed by my scumbag dad and dare not provoke me. I also got your uncle, such a big backer, into my household registration. And you, your career has not improved at all. Your father bullies you whenever he wants, and your stepmother looks down on you whenever she wants. Your younger siblings are fearless in front of you. You want to ask your uncle for help, but you still refuse to put yourself in the right position... Feng Qinglin, you are four years older than me, aren't you ashamed?"

Feng Qinglin clenched his hands, and his brows and eyes, similar to Qiu Xing's, were pressed down, as if a storm was about to come.

"Want to refute me?" Xie Yang stood up and looked at Feng Qinglin. "Don't let your age get to you like a dog. Look at the essence of things, not the appearance. Your uncle loves you, but I don't. If you want to trick your uncle, you have to get past me first. Do you understand?"

He stepped back, patted Feng Qinglin on the shoulder, and smiled tolerantly: "Children are disobedient, most of them are stubborn and brainwashed, just give them a beating. If you really have backbone, you should rely on your own ability to earn what you want."

Feng Qinglin said coldly: "But what you have now, isn't it obtained by relying on your enemies?"

"I got here based on my ability. Do you have the ability?" Xie Yang asked back, "Or do you not want to give anything and just want to use the half of your blood that belongs to Qiu to suck the blood of your uncle?" He put away his smile and took out a business card of his own and inserted it into Feng Qinglin's shirt pocket. "My dear nephew, no one is obligated to be nice to you. Nothing is natural. Life and death in the business world depends entirely on your ability. If you lose, who can you blame?" After saying that, he left.

After Xie Yang got in the car, Qiu Xing looked at Xie Yang several times, as if he wanted to ask something but was holding back.

After Xie Yang lectured Feng Qinglin, he got angry instead. He couldn't help but say, "Do you know the saying that loving mothers often spoil their children? If your nephew has become an ungrateful person, it's all because of you."

Qiu Xing froze and turned his head to look out the window: "I didn't spoil him."

"All parents who dote on their children say so." Xie Yang had a blank expression. "If Feng Qinglin was my nephew, I guarantee that I would grind him and the Feng family to dust. What kind of bloodline is a dirty bloodline? It's just another child that can't be raised well."