Chapter 6
After leaving Meng's house, Xue Jinling was picked up by a driver to attend afternoon tea with the wives' circle, and the two brothers drove the Range Rover directly to the sanatorium.
"Brother, are you really planning to let Xiao Ziyu live in Blue Sea?"
As soon as he walked out of the Meng family's gate, Yuan Ye couldn't hold back his curiosity: "Do you like it so much?"
His brother has had a strong sense of territory since he was young. He would not even let the cleaning lady enter his room. After he had his own apartment, he perfectly replicated this habit. He had to report before every visit.
Xiao Ziyu is an outsider and a stuntman without a stable job. How can he just move in like that?
Yuan Heng held the steering wheel and started the car. He relaxed and leaned back, saying in a calm tone, "Didn't he say he was coming?"
Yuan Ye noticed that he was not in a good mood. He didn't know whether it was because of Xiao Ziyu or because he was going to the nursing home to visit his father, so he tactfully shut up.
The barbecue just now tasted delicious, and he ate too much. Fortunately, the mint-flavored car fragrance was very refreshing, and the Range Rover's chassis was high enough, so he didn't get carsick.
Otherwise, if he dared to vomit in the car, his brother would throw him out on the street.
The sanatorium is on the edge of the inner ring road, just off the elevated road. The park is well greened, with ginkgo trees planted on both sides of the main road. They sprout in early spring, showing a lush green and yellow color.
This sanatorium was found by Xue Jinling. Yuan Qian'an has lived here for more than half a year, receiving 24-hour manual care. If his condition improves this year, he will be able to return home.
The sanatorium area is composed of low-rise buildings, and people come in and out talking in low voices. Yuan Heng had made an appointment for a visiting time in advance, and the receptionist gave him a card to swipe to enter.
Taking the elevator to the top floor, the two brothers didn't speak. Yuan Heng was silent as usual, while Yuan Ye was simply overwhelmed and didn't care - he was carrying several large bags of health products and fruits!
The nurse was an honest middle-aged man who was resting in the lounge. When he saw them coming, he greeted them in a low voice: "The old man just fell asleep."
"Don't bother me." Yuan Heng sat on the sofa next to him, "We'll wait a moment."
Yuan Ye put down his things with a grin, and complained in a low voice, "Brother, how come you, as the vice president of a company, don't even hire a driver? I should have let Uncle Zhao come and take us there first."
Yuan Heng's social circle is like an airtight shell. He not only has no driver, but also no personal assistant. The only person he has close contact with is the company secretary. Occasionally, when he goes out for drinks and social events, he is picked up and dropped off by his family driver, Lao Zhao.
The nurse brought water to the two of them. They were already used to such scenes.
Yuan Qia'an's mental state has been poor since he fell ill. Although he is conscious, he does not have much energy and often takes naps during the day.
Every time he fell into a deep sleep, Yuan Heng waited patiently.
Yuan Ye next to him put on headphones and started playing games. He opened his email and browsed the progress of several recent projects.
Yuan Heng supported his head with one hand and sorted the emails according to the titles. The incoming email icon flashed, and Zheng Honggang sent him a file.
Zheng Hong was his agent when he was an actor and is now the general manager of Yuantai Culture. They graduated from the same school, and Zheng Hong is two grades higher than him.
Now Yuan Heng's focus is on Yuantai headquarters, and the two rarely contact each other unless there are special circumstances.
Before he could click on the attachment, the phone rang. Yuan Heng went to the corridor to answer it: "Hello?"
"Heng, have you seen the notebook I sent you?" the other party asked straight to the point.
Yuan Heng lied with his eyes open: "I saw it, so what?"
"You've only watched it for a few minutes. Stop trying to fool me." The other person laughed and scolded, as if knowing Yuan Heng's impatient character, he took the initiative to summarize: "It's a fairy tale TV series on Star TV. It's written by Mr. Tang Lin. I read it and it's not bad."
Tang Lin was a visiting professor at their school. He was not much older than them and was a lecturer when Yuan Heng was in school. At that time, Yuan Heng was in the Department of Performance and Zheng Hong was in the Department of Cultural Management, and the two often went to attend Teacher Tang’s class together.
In front of his old classmate and business partner, Yuan Heng's expression relaxed a little: "You want me to play the leading male role?"
"Come on, the male lead role is yours. Do you have time?" Zheng Hong said, "The director team wants you to be the special guest star."
The guest starring roles usually don’t have many scenes, but there are several projects starting recently and he has to keep an eye on them. Yuan Heng had no intention of going, so he asked, "What's the name of the script, and what role do you want me to play?"
Zheng Hong's voice came over: "The book adapted from the novel is called "Maple Grove Evening", and the role assigned to you is the villain."
Yuan Heng paused, and instead of dwelling on the villain, he asked, "There seems to be a medical immortal in there? Are there many interactions?"
"You really read the script!" Zheng Hong yelled, "Yes, there is a medical fairy, and there is interaction, you chase him and kill him randomly... but you two don't have many roles, what's going on? Are you planning to add someone else?"
"I heard that this role seems to have been decided."
"I'll think about it." Yuan Heng said and hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.
Yuan Heng returned to the lounge and saw that Yuan Ye was no longer playing with his phone. He looked at him nervously and said, "Dad is awake."
Although Yuan Qia'an can't move now, his influence still remains. Since he couldn't look at his phone for a long time, Yuan Heng personally organized and printed out the latest project information, added his own comments, and showed it to him.
This happened every month during the time Yuan Qia'an was away from the company.
Yuan Heng briefly inquired about his physical condition, and the old man answered in a dull tone. Yuantai was developing at a rapid pace, but he suddenly collapsed in bed. No one would be willing to accept this, especially since he was the founder of Yuantai.
"Xiaoye will graduate soon, right?" Yuan Qi'an suddenly looked at his second son. "He will rotate with the newly recruited management trainees."
Yuan Ye was afraid of this. In some ways, his father and his elder brother had exactly the same way of thinking.
He could still act like a spoiled child in front of his eldest brother, but he could only act like a coward in front of the old man. He nodded repeatedly, praying that the two men would never notice him again.
Fortunately, Yuan Qi'an let him go and turned to Yuan Heng: "How is the progress of the Peach Blossom Island project?"
"We are still discussing it," Yuan Heng omitted the details that the villagers did not want to cooperate with and replied, "Construction is expected to start in the middle of the year."
"Don't worry about this. I'll let Uncle Wu do it," Yuan Qian'an said. "There have been policy changes recently. You should pay more attention to government bidding projects."
"Okay." Yuan Heng nodded without objection. Seeing that Yuan Qi'an's pillow seemed a little crooked, he straightened it and tucked in the corner of the quilt.
Currently, Yuantai’s executive vice presidents are him and Wu Xianyong. Old Wu was one of the first employees recruited by Yuan Qia’an himself. He has accompanied the company through the industry’s cold winter and can be considered a veteran.
Yuan Qia'an couldn't fully trust Wu Xianyong, and the only reason he let him continue to stay in the company and hold an important position was to serve as a check and balance.
Yuan Heng seemed to be totally unmoved, and changed the subject without leaving a trace, saying considerately: "I have just ordered a batch of American ginseng from North America, and it is expected to be delivered in the next few days. You can use it to soak in water and drink it when the time comes."
Yuan Qi'an didn't react. He stretched out his old, wrinkled hand from under the quilt and waved it, meaning that he felt tired and wanted to rest.
Yuan Heng took the remote control and lowered the head of the bed. "Then I'll come to see you another day."
The nurse came in at the right time and asked the old man if he wanted some water massage. The two brothers walked out quietly, and Yuan Ye jumped uncomfortably: "It's been less than half an hour, and I feel like my bones are stiff!"
Yuan Heng closed the door and looked up at the surveillance camera in the lounge. Yuan Qian'an had been cautious all his life. Even when he was paralyzed in bed, he still had to monitor the room for fear that someone would harm him.
"Brother, where are you going?" Yuan Ye saw that his eyes were far away, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, "I want to find some buddies to go to the bar and relieve the depression in my heart."
"Yes." Yuan Heng did not stop her for the first time. "Don't drink too much. Aunt Xue will be worried."
Yuan Ye didn't expect his brother to be so straightforward, and he quickly slipped away before he changed his mind, "Then I'll take a taxi myself, don't worry, it won't be too much!"
The two parted ways. Yuan Ye went to make a phone call, while Yuan Heng went to the parking lot to pick up the car by himself. He put his hands on the steering wheel but still didn't come to his senses. Yuan Ye was not the only one who felt depressed. He let out a breath, took out a can of mints from the locker and chewed a few pieces.
Just as I was about to start the car, the cell phone thrown on the center console suddenly rang. Yuan Heng glanced at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number.
The phone rang for about ten seconds and then automatically hung up. Under normal circumstances, he would definitely block such harassing calls, but for some reason, he suddenly wanted to talk to someone at this moment.
The worst that could happen was that he was just listening to someone selling insurance. Yuan Heng picked up his phone and called back, but the other party didn't answer.
The dial tone sounded slowly, and Yuan Heng gradually relaxed as the tone became longer and longer. Just when the call was about to be automatically disconnected, the call was suddenly connected.
The person on the other end was like a child who stole his parents' phone to play with. He was very hesitant to answer the call, and didn't dare to say anything after answering it. He was silent for a long time before tentatively asking, "...Is anyone there?"
What kind of opening statement was this? Yuan Heng was speechless. Just as he was about to hang up, he suddenly heard the person on the phone introduce himself seriously: "I am Xiao Ziyu."
He was stunned for a while, and then there was the sound of footsteps and the rustling of clothes, as if the other party was going to find someone for help.
Yuan Heng finally condescended to ask: "Why are you calling me?"
The other side suddenly became quiet, and he muttered to himself as if he couldn't believe it: "...There really is someone there."
"Are you Yuan Heng?"
Yuan Heng had never played such a childish game when he was five years old, so he said directly: "Yes, is this the first time Master Xiao uses a mobile phone?"
"Yes," Xiao Ziyu explained patiently, his tone formal and serious, as if using a mobile phone was a big deal, "Mrs. Meng gave me your number, I wanted to save it, but I don't know why I called it."
"Oh." Yuan Heng was in a bad mood. A little fool bumped into him, and he took advantage of it. "Then should I save your number too?"
"That's a good thing, of course." In Xiao Ziyu's opinion, modern people never leave their cell phones, and cell phone numbers must be a symbol of status. He saved Yuan Heng's number, so it's only fair that Yuan Heng should also save his number as a gift in return.
"Then come up with a nickname for yourself."
"What's a nickname?" Xiao Ziyu was puzzled.
"It's a code name," Yuan Heng said lazily, playing with the accessories on the rearview mirror, "Whenever you call me, this code name will appear on my phone."
"..." Xiao Ziyu hesitated for a moment, "Then you can remember Nanzhu for me."
Nanzhu is his courtesy name. Apart from his master and fellow disciples, there is only...
"To show my goodwill, I also have the Moon Pearl, which I hide in my sleeves and dare not sell." Yuan Heng read and edited, and seemed to be playing with his name, "Nanzhu... a good name."
"Mr. Yuan, you're too kind." Xiao Ziyu hung up the phone in a panic and almost threw the phone aside.
He still could not be considered a qualified modern man. Yuan Heng's voice came from the small black box, across who knows how many streets and miles, and it actually made him panic, and he handed over the small letter in a daze.
He even lost his manners and forgot to ask Yuan Heng what nickname he wanted to use.
Xiao Ziyu gritted his teeth secretly. The courtesy name "Nanzhu" was given to him by his biological parents. Apart from his fellow opera artists... only His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had called him that when they were being flirtatious.
Yuan Heng's sound just now made him feel half numb.
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