Chapter 26
Chapter 26
"Bang——"
The door was slammed shut.
The box was empty, and Lin Ruiyang's true nature was completely exposed. He grabbed an ashtray next to him and smashed it out angrily.
The glass ashtray hit the wall and shattered.
The box returned to silence, but precisely because of this, the conversation outside the door became particularly clear.
"How did you get out of here?"
It was Shu Yao's voice.
Chen Ye's voice was still low, but his tone was a far cry from the coldness just now: "Answer the phone."
After that, he asked, "Why aren't you wearing your ring today?"
Shu Yao said, "I took it off when I was taking a shower, and then I forgot about it when I was in such a hurry to go out in the evening."
The two of them walked further and further away, and the sound of their conversation gradually became weaker until it disappeared.
Lin Ruiyang clenched his fists, knowing that Shen Ye's question was deliberately meant for him. From what he heard, Shu Yao was obviously Shen Ye's wife.
With a background like Shen Ye, he actually married a woman from such an ordinary family?
Lin Ruiyang still couldn't believe it.
Why? Why did she always outdo me in my career? Now that I'd resigned, I still had to be wary of her?
The shirt was wet and stuck to my body, making me feel messy and uncomfortable.
Lin Ruiyang went into the bathroom in the box, took off his shirt and washed his face.
He poured cold water over his head instead of the red wine, but it couldn't extinguish the anger in his heart.
Lin Ruiyang took a towel and wiped his face and hair casually. With his upper body naked, he sent a message to Mr. Chen, asking him to help send him a shirt.
Rarely, his uncle, who always loved him, did not respond.
Lin Ruiyang was about to make a phone call when the bathroom door was suddenly kicked open and a shirt came towards him and hit him in the face.
Lin Ruiyang pulled off his shirt and saw Mr. Chen's gloomy face.
"uncle?"
"Don't call me uncle!" Mr. Chen was furious and pointed at him, "I don't have a nephew as ungrateful as you!"
Lin Ruiyang's facial muscles twitched slightly, and he managed to maintain a smile: "Uncle, what are you talking about?"
"What did I say? Listen to what you said!" Mr. Chen sneered and pressed the play button on his phone. A conversation came out -
"Then I also want to congratulate President Shen for escaping the sea of suffering. To be honest, I really didn't wrongly accuse her last time. Most people in the company know about her and my uncle. No matter what I do, I can't use my uncle to make up rumors, right?"
"Oh? What's going on between her and your uncle?"
"It's just...someone saw it with their own eyes. When she went to Beijing on a business trip, my uncle went to her room and didn't come out for a long time."
"Have you confirmed this with your uncle?"
"Of course, they're all men. I just couldn't bear to watch it. Fortunately, you broke up with her. Shu Yao, that woman, just leaned over—"
…
Lin Ruiyang didn't expect that Shen Ye not only recorded the audio, but also sent it directly to his uncle.
His eyes drifted away guiltily, then came back again, lowering his posture: "Uncle, I just drank a little too much and said something without thinking, but I didn't mean it."
"You didn't do it on purpose? Lin Ruiyang, who got you into the company? Who protected you everywhere? And now you're spreading rumors about me, right? I don't know whose ancestral grave I dug up in my past life. If it weren't for your parents' face, who would care about a prodigal like you?"
Lin Ruiyang had been spoiled since he was a child. He hadn't vented his anger at Chen Ye just now, and then his uncle pointed at his nose and scolded him. He lost his last bit of rationality and blurted out:
"Did I spread this? It's not like no one in the company saw you enter Shu Yao's room!"
"You—" Mr. Chen was so angry that his head ached. He rubbed his chest to calm down. "I did go into Shu Yao's room because it was a suite. I went to see your editor-in-chief who lived in the other room of the suite! If I hadn't gone to her and put pressure on her, Shu Yao would have been the branch editor long ago! Do you think you still have the qualifications to compete?"
Lin Ruiyang's face suddenly lost color: "Uncle."
"And what did you tell me last time? You said Zhou Yue had made a mistake with the signature, so we should just go with the flow and take advantage of the situation. Did you tell me that you were the one who planned all this? Lin Ruiyang, I treat you as my nephew, and you treat me as a fool, right?"
"I don't……"
"Forget it." Mr. Chen pressed his solar plexus, his face full of disappointment. "I've given your parents enough face. Go to the company tomorrow to resign on your own initiative. No matter what happens in the future, don't look for me."
Mr. Chen turned around, grasped the door handle, and while pressing it, he spoke again:
"For the sake of our last friendship, I'll remind you to stay away from Chen Ye. With your intelligence, you can't beat him. If you want to die, just don't take your parents with you."
*
Li Jiahuan's health did not allow her to stay up late, so Shu Yao accompanied her to leave before ten o'clock.
It takes some walking distance from the banquet hall to the underground parking lot. Li Jiahuan only asked her some creative questions and did not mention anything else.
Only when they reached the car did she ask, "Are you really resigning and ready to sit on the bench?"
Shu Yao nodded seriously: "Yes."
"Why did you suddenly change your decision?"
It costs money to make mistakes. People who come from wealthy families, are loved by their parents, and don't have to worry about their livelihood may be able to make mistakes countless times, but Shu Yao is not like that.
She needs a stable income to plan for the future and a secure job to reassure her mother.
Therefore, she did not consider the craft of filigree inlay as a future career.
Until the job that I thought was stable, I couldn't get any positive emotional value from it, until...
"Someone told me that if the final result is what I want, then everything before will be insignificant. I want to give it a try."
"There is actually someone who can persuade you? That's really rare." Li Jiahuan teased.
Shu Yao smiled, and when he mentioned this decision again, there was no trace of the previous hesitation. "For the past twenty years, I have lived a very disciplined life. This time, I will just be willful for myself. I want to give it a try and see if I can get what I want."
"Yaoyao." Li Jiahuan patted the back of her hand and said in a resounding voice, "You are the most talented person I have ever met in this craft. I think this may be God's will."
“Master…”
Li Jiahuan raised the corner of his mouth amiably: "To celebrate, I'll give you two gifts."
"What?"
"First, a crew from a costume drama recently contacted me. They're looking to make some filigree inlaid headdress props, but they can't find the right person. They'd like me to recommend someone. If you're interested, I'll give you their contact information. The compensation isn't huge, but it'll guarantee you six months' income."
"Okay." Shu Yao said, "I just officially entered this industry, I am not picky about work."
"As for the second thing--" Li Jiahuan took something out of his pocket, and instead of handing it to her, he forcefully put it into her handbag.
"Master is already overwhelmed by his efforts, but fortunately, he has found a new owner."
The underground parking lot was pitch black, and the black car disappeared from sight in an instant.
Shu Yao returned to the elevator and felt in her bag.
When the sharp edge hit her palm, Shu Yao was stunned.
What Li Jiahuan just gave her was a bunch of keys.
Shu Yao had seen it many times.
That was her, the key to the studio.
*
On summer nights, the wind blowing on his body could not relieve the heat at all, and the occasional chirping of cicadas did not reach Shu Yao's ears at all.
She sat in the passenger seat, her petite face showing no emotion, her left hand tightly holding the keys, and her right hand swiping the screen of her mobile phone.
Yinyuan Studio is not just the hard work of Li Jiahuan alone, but also represents the dedication of the older generation of craftsmen to filigree inlay.
However, the public's understanding of filigree inlay techniques is not high at present, and most old craftsmen focus on their skills. In the face of this rapidly developing era, their ability to innovate is limited, as can be seen from the miserable sales of works in the studio mall.
Without exception, these works are imitations of cultural relics. The production process is extremely complex and the production cycle is very long. They are made of 18k or 24k pure gold. The selling price is almost all above five figures, and the most expensive one reaches 300,000.
This is already beyond the budget of most people. In addition, the work itself is difficult to clean and easily deformed, making it suitable for collection but not for wearing, which makes customers even more discouraged.
This bunch of keys is not just a bunch of keys, but also the instructions from the master and even a group of veteran craftsmen.
The burden on his shoulders suddenly became much heavier. When Shu Yao was thinking about his future direction, the driver's door was opened and the warm summer night breeze blew in.
Shen Ye put away his phone and started the car.
Shu Yao looked at his profile, remembering how he hadn't been surprised at all when he saw her at the banquet, and asked confidently, "Have you known for a long time that I was Jiang An?"
"Yeah." Shen Ye reminded gently, "Seat belt."
Um?
Shu Yao was confused because of the double shock of her master's gift and Chen Ye knowing her identity.
Seeing that he really didn't fasten his seat, she went up to him and pulled out the seat belt without thinking.
The distance between the two people suddenly shortened.
"You——" Chen Ye's Adam's apple rolled, and he smelled the faint fragrance on her body. Her face was close at hand, and her lipstick was slightly faded, but it made her lips look more moist.
But before Shen Ye could get distracted, with a click, the seat belt buckled him firmly.
He was amused: "Shu Yao."
"Um?"
"I said, your own seatbelt."
"..." Shu Yao's entire body felt like it had been pricked. Two seconds later, she retreated calmly, pulling out her seatbelt while bringing the conversation back to where it all started, "When did you find out?"
"The Craftsmanship Exhibition Opens." That was the day he encountered her and Lin Ruiyang arguing in the mall.
"Were you also at the art museum?"
"Um."
"But can't I just be an ordinary audience member?"
"Because of your eyes."
"What look?"
Shen Ye tilted his head, with a hint of teasing in his eyes: “Three parts of relief, three parts of regret, and four parts of longing.”
"..." Shu Yao couldn't help laughing, "You can discuss your experience of reading domineering CEO novels with your brother."
Shen Ye just smiled and said nothing.
As the car was on the road, Shu Yao opened his phone and saw the Treasure Note icon on the screen. Then he remembered something: "Oh, what about my cooperation with Zui Yu..."
Shen Ye obviously knew what she was going to ask. He turned the steering wheel with one hand and turned the car into Central Avenue: "I am only responsible for the technology, and the rest is not my responsibility."
In other words, he had no knowledge of the decision to cooperate with her.
Shu Yao nodded and heard him ask, "If I were the one who chose you, would you not cooperate?"
"No," Shu Yao said matter-of-factly. "Giving up cooperation to avoid suspicion is a choice only the heroine in a domineering CEO novel would make. For me, making money is more important."
It was indeed her.
There was a red light ahead, Shen Ye slowly stopped the car and nodded in agreement: “Well said.”
Shu Yao smiled and said, "Besides suspicion, we only need to avoid each other. We have nothing but our marriage relationship. What is there to avoid?"
Shen Ye: "..."
Well said, don't say it next time.
*
Half a month ago.
Zhuoyu Technology sent her an email.
The Qixi Festival event is approaching, but the filigree and inlay consultant they originally invited passed away unexpectedly due to illness, so they found her, hoping that she could replace the consultant.
No matter from which angle she looked at it, she had no reason to refuse.
So we quickly signed a contract with Zhuoyu Technology.
The artifact chosen for Treasure Record's Qixi Festival event is a pair of filigree gold belt hooks unearthed from the tomb of a Han Dynasty princess. While this one is a bit less popular than their previous selections, it carries its own romantic story, making it every bit as legendary as those renowned national treasures.
It was only when Shu Yao saw the plan that she realized that some of her personal opinions that she had casually raised at Shen Ye's house seemed to have been adopted.
The personified filigree gold belt hooks are in the shape of a couple. The gentle and graceful woman wears a gorgeous and dignified golden skirt and a necklace inlaid with red and blue sapphires, while the man wears a golden robe. He is rich but not vulgar, gentle and elegant, with an extraordinary temperament.
Influenced by Shu Yao, Zhao Tiantian, who also got into this game not long ago, looked up several sets of card drawing mysteries on the Internet in order to win this limited SSR.
This includes worshiping the prototype.
This is a kind of metaphysics that has been passed down among game players. It is said that before drawing a limited edition, going to the museum to see the prototype can greatly increase the probability of winning.
Although it is nonsense, there are still many people who would like to give it a try. Unfortunately, the prototype is far away abroad. In order to draw a card and pay for a flight ticket, you can even exchange it for dozens of big guarantees.
Everyone had no choice but to give up.
During breakfast, Shu Yao tried to smoke once, and as expected, nothing happened.
"Cough." Zhao Tiantian opposite suddenly started coughing.
Shu Yao looked up and quickly handed her a glass of milk: "What's wrong?"
Zhao Tiantian took a few sips and finally calmed down. She patted her chest with one hand and pushed the phone in front of her with the other: "Look at this!"
Shu Yao took a closer look and saw that it was a comment posted under the Baowuji super topic post showing off his European influence:
[I was watching Jiang An's work when I was drawing cards. Wow, a single draw resulted in a miracle!]
In the accompanying picture, in front of the camera is a single-piece mobile phone screen, and the background behind it is a work by Jiang An, titled "Good Luck Lotus", a lotus pendant made with filigree inlay technique.
It was originally a common comment, but it triggered many people's replies:
[Where is this? Is this the advisor's buff?]
[Directions to the Fuchuan Red Art Museum. The exhibition will be closed this weekend, so please hurry if you want to see it.]
[I believe it. Twenty draws will end the battle.]
【Xinjiangan, no regrets! 】
“…”
"It's a pity I have to prepare for a very important interview these two days." Zhao Tiantian suddenly had an idea, "No, why should I go? Aren't you right in front of me?"
She clasped her hands together and bowed to Shu Yao.
However, another ten-draw streak still yielded nothing.
Shu Yao smiled: "If this works, shouldn't I have won it in one try?"
She didn't take it to heart at first.
But on the closing day of the exhibition, Shu Yao went to the art museum again and discovered that there seemed to be quite a few people who believed in metaphysics.
Although the number of visitors in the exhibition hall was not shoulder to shoulder, it had increased significantly compared to the opening day.
Especially in front of the Good Luck Lianlian pendant, there were indeed quite a few people gathered around, all holding their mobile phones in their hands tacitly.
Perhaps some people would feel offended if their work deviated from its original intention.
But Shu Yao doesn't think so.
Filigree inlay is a niche skill, and many people have never even heard of it. Her original intention was to hope that this thousands of years of skill could be inherited by more people, so that it would not be lost in the torrent of time and eventually forgotten.
So no matter why the audience in front of you comes, it doesn’t matter.
What matters is that they now know about it, and if they're lucky, someone might even like it.
Just as the master said, craftsmanship should not be put on the shelf, it should be alive and free.
However, after staring at the crowd for a long time, an idea gradually emerged in Shu Yao's mind -
Really, does it work?
What if...
The African man who had nothing to do with his forty draws was a little moved at this moment.
Shu Yao thought, forget it, since I’m here, I might as well give it a try.
She secretly went to the outskirts of the team. Standing next to her was an older sister who looked to be in her thirties or forties. She was wearing a black halter dress, with long curly chestnut hair draped over her shoulders like seaweed, sunglasses, and red lips, looking unrestrained and flamboyant.
When the people in front of him gradually left, Shu Yao took half a step back and signaled the sister to draw first.
Her sister smiled at her and took out her phone, but instead of drawing a card, she clicked on the camera. However, before she could press it, a man suddenly came in and, taking advantage of the space she had given up, slammed the phone directly into the display case.
The sister's smile immediately disappeared, and she looked at the boy and reminded him, "You cut in line."
"Everyone is gathered together, how can there be a line?" The man looked to be in his early twenties and spoke arrogantly and rudely. After rolling his eyes at her, he took out his selfie stick and took pictures as if no one was around.
Only then did Shu Yao see clearly that he was neither taking pictures nor drawing cards, but filming a video.
Due to her job, Shu Yao had seen too many people like this before, and she immediately realized that this person was most likely not a game player at all, but a self-media who came to take advantage of the popularity and post a video.
My sister was not the type to swallow her anger, so she simply put her hand in front of the boy's camera.
The boy immediately became angry: "It's okay for little girls to play, but what kind of game are you playing as an old lady?"
"You!" Shu Yao thought her sister would retort forcefully, but she held it in for a full twenty seconds before finally uttering, "You have no manners."
“…” My sister doesn’t seem to be very good at swearing.
The man probably saw that she was not good at it, so he became more arrogant and said, "Auntie, you look about 40, right? Go home and hug your grandchildren, and don't join in the fun here."
Seeing her sister hesitate to speak, Shu Yao couldn't help but interrupt: "You won't live to be forty, you sound so envious."
Her voice was gentle and soft, not sounding like she was being offensive, but more like she was genuinely concerned.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
The man turned around and said angrily, "Who are you? Are you pretending to be your mother's messenger of justice?"
"Do you also think scolding you is just? Then should I scold you a few more times?"
There were bursts of snickering from the side, and some people began to join in blaming the man.
"You're sick." The man cursed and squeezed out of the crowd in shame.
The sister looked at Shu Yao and thanked him, and Shu Yao smiled and said you're welcome.
One took a photo, and the other opened the treasure record to draw cards.
Unfortunately, metaphysics does not work.
Shu Yao put away his phone with regret, but heard his sister beside him ask in surprise: "Are you Mumu baby?"
Shu Yao was stunned and guessed that her sister happened to see her ID when she logged in just now.
Her ID is Mu Yue, and in the game, there is only one person who calls her "Mu Mu baby".
"You are...poor, so poor that you only have money left?"
"What a coincidence." The rich sister laughed, took off her sunglasses, and her eyes curved. Those beautiful eyes made Shu Yao think of Chen Ye involuntarily.
Why did you suddenly think of Shen Ye again?
Shu Yao pulled his thoughts back.
The two of them left the art museum and took the elevator to the first floor. The rich sister was a very enthusiastic person and didn't stop talking all the way.
When they reached the gate, she said regretfully, "I would have treated you to a meal, but today I can't. I'm in a hurry to meet my beautiful, lovely, excellent, and perfect daughter-in-law."
Shu Yao was amused by her choice of words and asked in surprise, "You already have a daughter-in-law? Your son should only be in middle school or high school, right?"
"My son is married, and I'm 50. Can't you tell?"
"You can't tell at all. I really thought you were in your thirties."
The wealthy sister laughed heartily: "My son said he was coming to pick me up, and he should be here soon. How about this, if you don't mind, we can add each other's contact information, and I'll treat you to dinner next time?"
It’s very comfortable to get along with the rich sister.
Shu Yao did not refuse. After nodding, he took out his cell phone from his pocket.
But just as I opened WeChat, a familiar deep voice suddenly came from behind me -
"mom."
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