Chapter 763 A few years
"What? Finally, there's someone our Young Master Wen likes?"
His roommate looked at his expression and laughed and teased him.
Wen Lueyan just smiled faintly and reached out to flick the business card.
That was the look on the face of a hunter who had been hiding quietly for a long time and finally saw his prey appear.
Soon after, everyone on campus knew that Wen Lueyan had accepted Lanjiang Group's offer and would be working there after graduation.
When he left school, a senior student from the art department came to him and asked him if he wanted to sell the paintings in his studio that were signed with his name.
"No,"
Wen Lueyan refused without hesitation.
"I will rent a house outside later, and I will have someone come and move those paintings."
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He rents a house not far from the beach.
Every night you can hear the distant sound of the tide rising and falling.
His life began to become busier than when he was in school. As a graduate who had just started his internship, he should not have been able to come into contact with any senior management.
As luck would have it, he met Mr. Song on his first day in the company, and he performed well without knowing anything about it, making his presence felt in front of the boss.
So after the first meeting, the middle-aged president with a fierce smile promoted him very casually and easily.
"Young man, do a good job."
The same old story of a good horse breeder facing a good horse.
But the boss who regarded himself as a talent scout obviously didn't know that the person opposite him was not a steed begging for his appreciation.
He was a night wolf that was trying to bite him to death.
He had gone through a long incubation period of four years, so he would never act rashly, nor would he allow himself to fail.
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But what can he actually get?
Later, many people analyzed that although Wen Lueyan was successful, he himself did not gain any benefits from it.
So there is no point in him doing this.
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People in the world are always like this. They like to impose their own understanding of what they think "get" on others.
This makes others appear stupid and yourself appear smart.
Just like those who cannot understand why Mr. Lin would rather donate a large sum of compensation just for a small and meaningless apology and responsibility.
It was just like how later on, it was incomprehensible that Wen Luyan gave up his dream just to take down an industry giant in a thankless task.
Even if he exposed how many shameful things Mr. Song had done, how many people's petitions and lives this company had ignored, and what kind of rotten things were buried under the bright and gorgeous appearance - so what?
What does all this have to do with Wen Lueyan?
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Actually, it really doesn’t matter.
But who knows, when he was still a teenager, on the balcony of the old house that the girl was afraid to enter, he and the white-haired uncle were sitting on the ground drinking, and he calmly got drunk at the sunset and said,
"Then send Mr. Song from Lanjiang to jail."
As for why?
Maybe it's just the hope that someone can find the way home.
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It was almost late at night when the young man returned to the house by the sea.
Coming back from a social event.
He reeked of alcohol.
Wen Lueyan put down his coat and looked at his watch. The hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock.
He sat down at the table and switched on the radio.
Over the years, the radio, which was already peeling, has become even more mottled. If it was an old man in his sixties on his desk four years ago, it would probably be on its last legs now.
But Wen Lueyan's hands were still very gentle.
He tuned in slowly.
Ten minutes later, a girl's clear and laughing voice was heard amid the crackling sound of electricity.
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