Chapter 42: The Trap Farmer and the Snake

When they walked out of the bar, neither of them spoke much, and Zhu Yanshi stood outside to get some fresh air.

After seeing Fu Qian'an drive away, he was too lazy to go back. After all, he was not used to the atmosphere of the bar.

He leaned against the pillar next to him and sent a message to Yuan Qing.

The wind blew through the boy's black hair.

Zhu Yanshi's fingers were jumping on the keyboard, and the bright light reflected on his face, making his whole face even more bright and charming.

While sending the message, not only was there music streaming out from the bar, but also the sound of sporadic footsteps mixed in with the subtle sounds.

A young voice with a laugh came over.

"…You're not really heartbroken, are you?"

“It’s so depressing…”

"I called you these days but you didn't come out."

"Is it really unrequited love?"

"Don't tell me you're secretly in love with me with this infuriatingly handsome face."

"I brought you out to relax today. How many people hit on you? And not a single one of them hit on you?"

"Those who have been born solo often have the purest love minds..."

Zhu Yanshi turned his head and happened to hear a familiar voice approaching nearby.

"You don't need to send me off. Go back and play."

Their eyes made contact and met the eyes of Song Zhiyu, who was surrounded by a group of young people.

The man was holding a cigarette between his fingertips and was about to put it into his mouth. He squinted his eyes, looking a little lazy, but there was a hint of impatience between his brows.

Their eyes met, then they pulled away after a moment.

The smoke blurred the man's outline.

Zhu Yanshi felt a little embarrassed and looked away. Coincidentally, his phone vibrated and he stared at the message that popped up on the chat interface.

[Yuan Qing: Okay, I’ll be right out.]

The sound of laughter from the side continued to penetrate into my ears.

"Really not necessary?"

"You weren't drunk? Can you drive?"

"Call a designated driver..."

"Who are you looking at?"

Someone mentioned it.

Everyone's eyes followed Song Zhiyu's absent-minded gaze.

It fell on the boy next to him, who was standing in the dim light, wearing a simple white T-shirt with a large graffiti on his chest.

The boy is tall, with fair skin, and his facial features are smooth and defined by the light.

His bright eyes were filled with water, reflecting the light from the phone screen.

Song Zhiyu suddenly stopped and did not move forward. Instead, he looked at a certain place leisurely, holding a cigarette in his hand between his lips.

Squint.

"know?"

"Friends?"

Someone next to Song Zhiyu mentioned something, but the voice was lost in the quiet air and no one responded.

Zhu Yanshi was conflicted. Although he was usually carefree, he knew what Song Zhiyu meant that day.

I didn't dare to think about it during this period, and I couldn't guess the reason why the other person fell in love with me.

But there is a bond of previous cooperation between them, so it is impossible for them to really turn a blind eye.

Falling out is the worst option when dealing with a relationship.

Zhu Yanshi put his phone into his pocket, turned around, and was about to say hello when he could smell the familiar masculine scent that passed by him.

A light minty scent.

"Leave."

The wind blew, carrying with it the complex emotions that were colliding back and forth in the air.

Zhu Yanshi's gaze fell quietly on the man's back, watching him get into the luxury car parked at the door.

The car window slowly rolled down, and a hand wearing a high-end watch stretched out, with a cigarette between its fingertips, and a scarlet light shone on the cigarette butt.

Zhu Yanshi withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked at the group of young people who had not left behind him.

Those people looked at each other strangely, and they obviously sensed that something was wrong in the air.

But the protagonist of the story didn't say anything, and they couldn't force him to eat the melon, so they could only stand at the door of the bar and wait.

Until Yuan Qing came out of the bar and broke the deadlock.

"Let's go."

The man's voice was very soft, but in the eyes of the young people waiting to eat melons, it was a very authoritative face that suddenly appeared.

After the two people left together, someone suddenly sighed.

"No wonder Young Master Song lost the election..."

They exchanged glances and made gestures to shut up and zip up.

And a certain CEO was sitting in the car waiting for his turn, smoking one cigarette after another.

I happened to see the boy's back as he left in the rearview mirror.

The other person raised his hand to rub his neck, and looked up at the street light above his head. The light made his shadow very long.

The man standing next to him tilted his face to the side, his eyes tightly enveloping him with an extremely aggressive gaze...

Until everyone left completely, Song Zhiyu lowered his head. There was no light on in the car, so he could only use the light from the window to play with the cigarette box in his hand.

He sniffed before uttering a word.

"Why don't you like me..."

Hoarse voice.

The light shone on the red corners of the eyes.

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The days go on, with classes, eating and sleeping every day.

Zhu Yanshi couldn't stand the loneliness, and when he decided to find new business opportunities, he was contacted by a company.

The other party stated his purpose and said that he was contacted through the business card he distributed at a previous banquet.

Please discuss work matters with the company in detail.

Zhu Yanshi happened to have no classes this afternoon, so he scanned a shared electric bike at the school gate and drove there using his mobile phone navigation.

Compared to taking a taxi, he actually prefers the feeling of riding an electric scooter. The breeze blowing on his body brings a little bit of the heat hidden in the air.

The sun is shining everywhere, and you can feel the outside world more closely.

After parking the car in front of the company, Zhu Yanshi glanced at the office building.

He had previously learned about this company, which had announced its IPO last year and had a bright future.

While completing this temporary task, Zhu Yanshi also needed to leave a deep impression on the company's leaders, pave the way for subsequent cooperation, and lay a small foreshadowing for his career direction after graduation.

Whether an adult has value is something he or she gives to himself or herself.

Zhu Yanshi needs to make the company think that he is a valuable person, so he needs to make people in the company recognize his abilities.

After entering the company gate, Zhu Yanshi told his name to the front desk, who made a phone call and then let him take the elevator to the conference room on the top floor.

When they reached the top floor and pushed open the door of the conference room, Zhu Yanshi's eyes twitched.

There were a few men in suits sitting in the office. They looked very impressive and their identities were obviously not simple.

The superior man they were accompanying was wearing a serious and formal black suit and his hair was meticulously groomed.

He was wearing a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses and was drinking coffee. When he heard the door being pushed open, he turned around and looked.

Their eyes met.

Zhu Yanshi immediately heard the sound of his head falling to the ground.

"Are you surprised to see me?"

Song Kai put the coffee on the table, leaned back in his chair, and tapped the armrest with his fingers again and again.

Zhu Yanshi was very adaptable. He walked into the meeting room, straightened his back and sat in the empty seat next to the man.

He forced a smile on his face, illuminated by the light from the conference room window.

"It was just a small favor for Mr. Song back then. Why would you bother coming all the way here to help me expand my business?"

It is better to strike first than to strike first.

Zhu Yanshi stopped the person next to him from speaking.

The air was quiet for a moment. As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. The several CEOs sitting next to them were a little undecided and subconsciously looked at Song Kai.

"this……"

"Of course I have to thank you very much."

Song Kai raised his chin, and the assistant next to him placed the contract in front of Zhu Yanshi.

"I heard from Ah Yu that you have strong business capabilities. Coincidentally, this company is facing a difficult problem recently. The reward is very generous. It depends on whether you are willing to take it."

To put it nicely, it's a typical story of a dog biting Lu Dongbin, or a farmer and a snake, who made things difficult for the farmer in order to protect his calf.

Zhu Yanshi cursed a few words in his heart, but pretended to be innocent on his face and opened the contract for face-to-face signing.

I turned directly to the last page and saw the amount on it.

Zhu Yanshi was silent.

It is inevitable that a president has some temper. In such a wealthy family, even a little flaw is not intolerable.

Zhu Yanshi laughed dryly twice.

"Are you sure you want to open so many?"

"You're worth the price."

Song Kai is a smiling tiger and his words are very fake.

If Zhu Yanshi couldn't see the hidden agenda here, the past few decades of his life would have been wasted.

Song Kai looked down on him and always thought that he was after his son's money, using sex to seduce people and emotions to gain benefits.

Zhu Yanshi is indeed not a good person, and he is indeed after other people's money, but he is absolutely incapable of doing something like selling his body for money and power.

A person's first impression is a very deep stereotype, and it takes a lot of effort to change this stereotype.

For others, this may be an unexpected disaster.

But for Zhu Yanshi, this was a blessing from heaven, someone brought it to his door.

It's not easy to get this money, and the painter that needs to be hired according to the contract is definitely not an easy person to get along with.

The reason for offering such a high price is simply to lure yourself into this trap, and once you enter, you will face extremely high liquidated damages.

Then I would be completely played around by them.

This trick might be useful to others, but it was really underestimated for Zhu Yanshi.

The CEO sitting in the office, who roughly knew what the big boss meant, couldn't bear to see the young man fall into this trap.

But the other person opened a pair of innocent big eyes, staring at Song Kai's face seriously.

Then he nodded sincerely and deeply, almost crying.

"Mr. Song, I won't let you down!"

He lowered his head, grabbed the high-end fountain pen on Song Kai's desk, and quickly signed his name in the signature column.

Typical of someone who was sold out but still counts money for others.

Several CEOs felt guilty about cooperating with the big boss to cheat college students who have not yet entered the society, and they wanted to bury their heads in the sand.

After the young man signed the contract, he not only did not notice anything, but also opened his eyes wide and looked carefully at the pen in his hand.

"Wow, this is a really nice pen..."

Song Kai achieved his goal and had no intention of staying any longer. When he heard the young man say this, he glanced over there.

He raised his eyebrows, stood up, and as he passed by the boy, the voice came down from above his head.

"Then I'll give it to you."

Then, there were the sounds of leaving footsteps.