Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Be good, stay with me, your life will be...

The store was quiet and the air was stagnant.

Wu Sifeng's voice became louder and louder, attracting the attention of several customers who were measuring sizes nearby.

Behind her, she could hear the shop assistant's hurried footsteps and the murmur of people discussing gossip. Xin Tong lowered her eyes and listened. Her name appeared from time to time, and she seemed to have once again become the topic of gossip and jokes about wealthy families that people used to entertain themselves.

She is the most famous rich waste, fool and idiot in Wucheng.

She only has a family background but an empty mind. Even her biological father had given up on her and invested in an outstanding adopted son, but she still overestimates her own abilities and shamelessly fights for the family inheritance.

Everyone was gloating over this mess that had caused a loss of nearly 1 billion yuan. After dinner, they would talk about what kind of joke Xin Tong had made today, and finally try their best to please the new young master of the He family, the real heir.

No one believed she could make Kelly profitable.

No one would believe that she could seize the family property.

No one would believe that she could do something that ordinary people could not do.

Xin Tong raised her head and stared at Wu Sifeng without blinking.

"Being known to everyone means that my every move will become the focus of the crowd."

"My dad chose someone else instead, which means I was the only choice from the beginning."

"If other people can't make money from this mess, it means I should be the one to make the money."

"I, Xin Tong, am not afraid of anyone or anything. As long as it's mine, I will definitely take it back."

Looking at Wu Sifeng's increasingly twisted and angry face in front of him, this "number one waste in Wucheng" was surprisingly calm.

Not only was he not angry at all, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Don't be so angry. I'm a good person. If I were in power, the world would be peaceful and everyone would come and have nude parties."

"See you in a year, I'll treat you to a meal then."

"As the sole heir of Morikawa."

"By the way, I'll give you a suit made by the Jiang family."

*

Xin Tong walked out of the store.

Not only did he return empty-handed, but he was also humiliated in public.

Xin Tong simply bought a serving of shengjian (a type of fried dumpling) on ​​the street across from the suit shop and sat on a park bench to rest.

After eating too much boring white food abroad in recent years, Xin Tong felt like crying as the juice from the Shengjian (rolled dumplings) burst in her mouth.

A flock of white pigeons flew over the park square.

The shadow of a pigeon flew by, and on the bench next to it sat an old man.

He wore a brown coat and a hat, with a silk handkerchief neatly folded in his chest pocket.

Sitting on a park bench, white doves flew by. He held bird feed in his hand, but no pigeons stopped. He felt lonely and desolate, as if he was clinging to something stubbornly.

There were only two of them in the entire park.

Today is a weekday, young people are at work or school, while the elderly usually have more interesting and lively places to spend their time.

The ordinary free street corner park here was empty and boring, with only the mild morning sunshine, the swaying green grass at their feet, and the two of them.

Xin Tong felt that the old man sitting on the bench on her right seemed to be observing her, so she handed the shengjian in her hand to him directly.

"Want to eat?"

The grandfather was stunned because he had never thought that she would make such an opening statement.

Then he laughed, as if he thought her childishness was cute.

Xin Tong knew that he must be very rich.

She could tell from the other person's clothes that perhaps he didn't bother to eat this kind of street food.

But she handed over the shengjian just out of an innocent desire to share, and she wouldn't feel sad if it was rejected or disliked.

But the next second, he actually took it.

Xin Tong was a little surprised when she saw the valuable watch on his hand.

After a pause, he gave him the unused chopsticks in the bag.

It seems that no matter what the time, food is always the icebreaker.

Such a rich old man came alone to the deserted free park to feed pigeons on a weekday morning.

Xin Tong scratched her head, trying to convince herself that this wasn't so strange. Didn't Tony Leung Chiu-wai also like to go to the square to feed the pigeons? Rich people might be like this, immersed in their own world and not like to be disturbed.

Grandpa ate in silence.

He thanked me politely and said nothing more.

The aroma of food slowly drifted in the early autumn wind of Wucheng.

One young and one old, one on the left and one on the right, they quietly shared food and the bright and sunny autumn day in Wucheng before them.

Xin Tong lowered her head, she had more serious matters on her mind.

Her hands were full of collected information, and she held her chin and studied it with a sad face.

How can I contact Jiang Yuanbin?

How could a small-time follower like her just meet a master in the industry? The only connection she had with a second-generation kid who lived a life of idleness was her biological father, He Chuan.

But is He Chuan really willing to help? Seeing He Tianqi's arrogant look, Xin Tong had to grit her teeth and admit that she had really been abandoned by her parents, no matter how reluctant she was.

Kelly was the last way out she had found for herself. He Chuan hoped that she would fail quickly and return home in disgrace. He was already showing leniency by not directly canceling her credit card. How could he possibly help her?

If she didn't want to find He Chuan, why not introduce herself as He Chuan's daughter? But Jiang Yuanbin was such a high-ranking figure in the underworld, would he treat her differently just because she was He Chuan's daughter? How much was this identity worth?

Xin Tong frowned tightly, placed her hands on both sides of her cheeks, and her little face was wrinkled by her palms. She was lost in deep thought and didn't notice that she accidentally spoke out loud what was in her mind.

——"Are you looking for Jiang Yuanbin?"

Xin Tong was startled by the sudden old voice from the right and came to his senses, "You know him too?"

The grandfather smiled and pointed at his coat.

“He made this dress.”

Oh! Xin Tong is in the mood.

Old customers! That’s where the connections come from!

She excitedly started chatting with the other party.

Xin Tong was a person of limited ability and a lazy disposition, but her greatest strength was her social skills. Her lively and eccentric mind allowed her to strike up a conversation with anyone. Coupled with her frank ignorance, no one would be on guard against her, and no matter how much she joked, no one would get angry.

——In simple terms, no one bothers with fools.

The two chatted about everything from shengjian (a type of fried dumpling) to suits, and unexpectedly, they became more and more compatible. The post-2000s generation, with their wild and imaginative ideas, the old man listened with a smile, and the loneliness and desolation on his face was much dispelled.

When grandpa asked why he was looking for Jiang Yuanbin, Xin Tong did not reveal his identity. He only said that he was starting a business and wanted to open a company to sell women's suits, but the company's products were too ugly, so he wanted to find someone who could make really good-looking clothes to ask for advice and help.

“What is the standard for beauty and ugliness?”

Xin Tong answered without thinking, "My eyes are the standard."

"..." Such a classic aesthetic question was repelled by Xin Tong's inexplicably childish and arrogant remarks. Grandpa had never expected to receive such an answer. After a long silence, he spoke again.

"If you really had his contact information, why would you think Jiang Yuanbin was willing to help you? Broadly speaking, you're colleagues in the market, competitors even. He has no personal connection with you, and he has his own apprentices and successors to teach. Why would he pass on his years of experience to you?"

The core issue was brought up openly.

Xin Tong knew that her every move would be recorded by the outside world.

From the moment she boasted at the Empire Hotel that she would take over Kelly's mess, the circle had already started a carnival of ridicule centered around her, and everyone was waiting to see how far this idiot could go to commit suicide.

The public ridicule she received for visiting Kelly's company a few days ago was clearly no accident. Add to that the fact that she had just run into Wu Sifeng at Jiang's suit shop, and everyone in the industry would probably know tomorrow that she was not working properly every day. A CEO who didn't even go to the office, instead leisurely making her own haute couture clothes.

Kelly is a company that sells women's suits. A normal person's first reaction after taking over would be to learn from the design of similar products, quickly launch it into the market to test the waters, make as much money as possible, and try to save the huge losses.

——The previous professional managers all followed this approach.

The situation was urgent, and no one would understand her entrepreneurial idea of ​​"making good-looking clothes first".

Not to mention, without any connections, one could find a master figure in the clothing industry and have the suit family provide guidance.

To ordinary people, her entire plan seemed like a daydream.

…

Xin Tong faced the old man in front of him, thought about it, and offered a condition that could be used for exchange.

"I have some connections with the Morikawa Group. If Jiang's needs it, I can facilitate future cooperation between the two companies."

The Morikawa Group, now a leading domestic apparel company with businesses across the country, is a well-deserved commercial empire. Such a business partnership opportunity is a rare opportunity.

But the old man had a calm expression and spoke indifferently.

"Jiang's business is stable and there is no need for expansion."

"..." Xin Tong scratched his head and thought hard, "Then let Jiang invest in my company and become the largest shareholder, so that we can make a fortune from dividends in the future?"

He chuckled, deep wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes.

"The thing the Jiang family lacks the least is money."

Both of Xin Tong's attempts to think of a path towards becoming a businessman were rejected without hesitation and without hesitation.

She sighed and decided to answer the questions according to her original personality and way of thinking.

"In that case, I'll go the emotional route."

Looking at the slightly stunned look on the old man's face, Xin Tong shrugged and started talking nonsense:

“Life is so lonely when you are old.”

"I go to his house every day to chat with him, teach him how to use Douyin, watch short dramas, and buy some goods on Pinduoduo."

"After I gain his trust, I will use my beauty to seduce his grandson Jiang Chongyan."

"But Jiang Chongyan is a child of destiny, and I'm just the boss of a small startup. There's a world of difference between us. He also has a well-matched, wealthy socialite named Bai Yueguang by his side. She says that Chongyan is the one who truly loves her, and I'm just her stand-in."

"After going through so much hardship, Jiang Chongyan fell deeply in love with me. I faked a pregnancy and ran off with the baby. Three years later, Jiang Chongyan found me and pushed me into a corner with a cold face. With red eyes, he pinched his waist and said to me in a hoarse voice, 'Dear me, where are you going? Stay by my side and I'll give you my life...'"

"Finally, Jiang Yuanbin felt that I was not worthy of his grandson and offered me a huge breakup fee to get me to leave Jiang Chongyan. I finally revealed my true intentions and said, 'Okay, but I don't want the money. I want him to teach me how to make a suit.'"

"success!"

The surroundings fell into an eerie silence.

Seeing the old man frowning and saying nothing, Xin Tong suddenly felt a little uneasy.

The phrase "playing with abstraction" is pretty easy to understand, right? How can I explain to you what "playing with abstraction" means? Playing with abstraction is simply playing with the abstract.

Xin Tong opened his mouth and suddenly realized that these shocking remarks might be a bit too much for a grandfather in his sixties.

She was a little embarrassed and wanted to explain, but the next second -

"You really think so?"

Grandpa's eyes were complicated for a few seconds, he looked at Xin Tong deeply, and sighed.

"So you are so infatuated with Jiang Chongyan."

?

"Ber, please listen to my explanation..."

"No need." The old man laughed heartily. "Although I am old, I can still tell the difference between a joke and the truth."

His face was mellow and his eyes showed admiration.

"I know you're joking."

"You are young, fearless, and daring to think and act, even when you know it's impossible. You face difficulties with humor, which is actually a great wisdom of appearing foolish."

He stood up shakily, took off his hat, and made a proper gentleman's salute with a smile.

"Miss, would you like to come to my house for a cup of tea?"

*

Xin Tong followed the old man into a black Bentley, where a dedicated driver was waiting. They drove all the way to the villa area and finally stopped in front of a manor villa. It was a rare British-style building in Wucheng, with three floors above ground and a red tiled roof, which was extremely impressive.

Entering the gate, every few steps, a servant would bow and greet the old man. Xin Tong followed the old man in a daze, subconsciously wanting to help him, but the old man's steps were steady and fast, and she almost tripped on the stairs instead.

"..." She awkwardly adjusted her hair, then sat upright on the sofa, took the tea handed to her by the servant, and tried to appear knowledgeable as she began to imitate Zhen Huan, "Wow, what a fragrant tea! The tea I have at home isn't even half as good as this!"

Grandpa sat down opposite her, and seemed to see at a glance that she was not used to drinking because she was being polite and flattering. He called the servant over and said a few words to him. Not long after, the servant actually brought her a glass of iced Coke.

Xin Tong was stunned. Ice cola was really out of tune with the surrounding environment.

"If you're not used to it, don't force yourself to drink tea."

"My grandson can't get used to it either. He prefers Coke. We always have it on hand at home."

"oh?"

When Xin Tong heard what he said, a scene of an old man at home playing with his grandchildren and enjoying the happiness of family life appeared in his mind.

He looked around and asked, "What grade is your grandson in? Children shouldn't drink too much cola. I had bad teeth when I was a child and it took a long time to treat them."

Grandpa laughed slowly.

"That little ancestor is not under my control."

"I'm old and my eyesight isn't good. I haven't worked in recent years and all the orders I had previously placed have been cancelled."

"It's just that, after meeting you today, I feel like we might be destined to be together."

He smiled lovingly.

"I'll make you a fully custom set. It's free."

…? Xin Tong slowly stopped what she was doing.

No matter how stupid she was, she had already noticed something at this moment.

He looked around, swallowed hard, his lips trembling, his voice weak.

"Could it be, you, you are..."

Jiang Yuanbin said with a smile,

“You can first teach me how to cut a knife on Pinduoduo, and then use your beauty to seduce my grandson Jiang Chongyan.”

"I have no objection."