Yan Qiao told Pei Jingzhan to get ready, and Pei Xiang took the opportunity to pull her out.

Are you sure you want him?

Yan Qiao was taken aback and asked, "Isn't he a distant relative of yours? Why do you seem unhappy that he found a job? Your family relationship is so superficial."

Pei Xiang said, "He's bragging. He's never won that many photography awards."

Yan Qiao shook her head. "It's okay, it's not important."

Pei Xiang asked quietly, "Then what's important?"

"Of course it's his face! With that face and that physique, I'd never lose out if I could just look at him a few more times," Yan Qiao said confidently.

Pei Xiang: "..." I kindly reminded you, but you actually coveted my uncle!

However, Pei Jingzhan is an old fox, while Yan Qiao is so inexperienced. If these two are put together, Yan Qiao will always be at a disadvantage.

After thinking it over carefully, she decided she still had to try to persuade Yan Qiao.

But how can we persuade them?

Of course, the first step is to ruin Pei Jingzhan's impression on Yan Qiao.

"Yan Qiao, you have to hold on tight. He's all looks and no substance. He's no good! He has a terrible temper and he won't treat his wife well at all. Anyone who marries him will regret it."

Yan Qiao immediately misunderstood, her eyes widening in surprise: "He's impotent?"

Pei Xiang nodded seriously, "Yes, he doesn't love his wife!"

Yan Qiao felt a little regretful; it really was all show and no substance.

"He's too old for that. Even if he wanted to pamper his wife, he couldn't. It's really pitiful." Yan Qiao clicked her tongue twice.

With a face full of sorrow and regret, she shook her head and walked towards the back room.

Pei Xiang was completely baffled; she couldn't understand why Yan Qiao seemed so strange.

Then I realized that the word "no" seemed somewhat ambiguous.

She stamped her feet anxiously, "My uncle's lifelong reputation is about to be ruined by me!"

Oh no, it's best to leave now, lest Pei Jingzhan settle scores later.

...

Afterwards, Pei Jingzhan patiently led Yan Qiao to the back room.

He had received several sympathetic glances from Yan Qiao along the short distance.

He couldn't take it anymore, "What are you looking at?"

Yan Qiao sighed regretfully, "Now I know why you were so conservative. There's a reason for everything. I understand. Don't worry, medicine is very advanced now. You can still... Alas, it's such a pity."

Pei Jingzhan: "..."

Although he didn't understand what Yan Qiao was saying, he swore that this was the first time in his life he had ever wanted to twist a girl's head off.

"What's the meaning?"

Yan Qiao covered her mouth and said softly, "Pei Xiang told me everything."

Pei Jingzhan wanted to twist Pei Xiang's head off right now; this niece definitely had no nice words coming out of her mouth!

What did she say?

Yan said quietly, "She said you have a hidden illness."

Pei Jingzhan: "..."

He tightened his jaw and gritted his teeth.

"I'm not sick."

Yan Qiao nodded perfunctorily, "I know, I know, you're not sick."

Even a sick person can't say they're sick.

Pei Jingzhan was furious. "You don't know anything!"

"I! Really! Not! Sick!" he gritted his teeth.

He wanted to ask Yan Qiao what was wrong with her, looking at someone's crotch!

Where are you looking?

Yan Qiao shrank her neck slightly. "I didn't look anywhere, but I thought your pants were really nice. Where did you buy them? I'll buy a pair for my dad. You're about the same age, so he'll probably like them too."

Pei Jingzhan felt exhausted. Were all the young girls these days so impulsive?

How old is your dad?

"45 years old."

Pei Jingzhan's veins throbbed. "I just turned 30!"

The age difference is too big!

Yan Qiao's ability to annoy people is perhaps innate.

Yan Qiao explained to him in a serious tone: "You have to think of it this way: my dad is 15 years older than you, and you are 11 years older than me. If you were a few years older, you could have given birth to me. Saying that you are of the same generation as my dad is an advantage for you."

Thinking about this, she clicked her tongue, seemingly lost in thought.

He only started looking for work at the age of thirty, which shows that he was a spoiled brat before.

Pei Jingzhan: "..."

He, who was usually sharp-tongued in front of Li Qiao, was rendered speechless by Yan Qiao.

He gave a cold snort; if this were his daughter, he would definitely strangle her.

At this moment, Ying Tiantian called out, "Sister Qiao, everything has been moved out."

Grandpa Song was fiddling with a magnifying glass on the side.

Yan Qiao gestured for Pei Jingzhan to take notes with his phone.

To be honest, he actually looks quite professional; it seems to have some technical skill involved.

The old man pointed to one of the canopy beds and said, "This is a huanghuali wood canopy bed, a Qing Dynasty item. So your mother was right, this courtyard house used to be inhabited by Qing Dynasty officials."

Rosewood carved cabinets, huanghuali five-panel mirror stands, and mahogany round-back chairs with carved back panels are all collectible items.

Unfortunately, due to improper preservation, some of them are no longer complete.

The old man suggested, "Later, I'll find you an antique furniture restorer to help you restore these pieces. I'll also pick out a few pieces from Tongxiang and send them over to you to put here."

With these things supporting it, what does it matter if it's dilapidated? The grandeur of the courtyard house is enhanced.

Yan Qiao nodded, and after the introductions, she asked Pei Jingzhan to pause and save the video.

"Let me see it."

Pei Jingzhan handed over the phone.

Upon seeing this, Yan Qiao's expression became rather complicated.

It's like a flurry of activity, but the final result is a complete mess of blurry video.

"Is there another hidden illness you haven't told me about?"

Pei Jingzhan said calmly, "Don't talk to me like that."

If Yan Qiao were to ask a question in return, she would certainly not say anything nice.

Yan Qiao bluntly asked, "Tell me honestly, do you have Parkinson's disease?"

Pei Jingzhan: "...Your father doesn't have one, how could I possibly have one?"

Yan Qiao handed the phone to him, "Look at how blurry it is, how shaky it is, what else could it be but Parkinson's? My dad is 45, and his hands are steadyer than yours."

Pei Jingzhan could no longer contain himself: "You don't have professional equipment here, so don't blame me."

Yan Qiao retorted, "If your skills are up to par, you can make a blockbuster even with the worst equipment. You still won't admit you're bad. Mr. Pei Bingjun, when you come for an interview, you should at least have someone you can show for it, right?"

Pei Jingzhan was speechless. He now thought that coming here for an interview was a terrible idea!

He took a deep breath. "I have another set of equipment at home. I'll bring it over tomorrow. Is the trial period over?"

Yan Qiao's eyes brightened slightly. "You should have said so earlier. Come to work tomorrow. Your face is the only thing you're worth looking at."

Pei Jingzhan walked faster and faster, because he was afraid that he would turn around and strangle Yan Qiao.

Meanwhile, Li Qiao, who was waiting in the car, sneezed.

"Strange, it's quite warm inside the car, so why do I feel a bit cold?"

"Is Assistant Li catching a cold? Let me turn up the temperature for you," the driver said.

Li Qiao glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Pei Jingzhan's figure, then quickly got out of the car.

"Third Master, did it work?"

Pei Jingzhan chuckled, "Success."

Li Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and observed his expression.

"Success is a good thing, but why does Third Master look so unhappy?"