Chapter 16
The next day.
Shen Yizhi put down his paintbrush, rubbed his aching wrist, and turned off the timer that had been ticking for a long time.
2 hours and 8 minutes.
I lasted 8 minutes longer than last time.
It was the extent of her tolerance.
The fair wrist was slightly red. Chen Yizhi got tired of rubbing it twice and just let it feel sore.
Suddenly, the cell phone on the desk started vibrating non-stop, and the ringtone seemed to be urging someone to die, ringing endlessly.
Shen Yizhi picked up the phone and glanced at the screen. The incoming call was from a foreign number.
As soon as I picked up the phone, the other party couldn't wait to speak, and an excited male voice came from there.
"Zhi, how is your life back home? Do you miss me?"
Shen Yizhi pressed the hands-free button, put the phone on the table, and automatically ignored the last sentence.
"Not bad. When do you plan to return home?"
The person on the other end of the phone was Jiang Chi Nan, Shen Yizhi's dining companion when she was studying in the UK.
They met by chance in a restaurant, and Jiang Chi Nan was a very outgoing person. Both of them didn't like eating alone, so they became friends.
"I'm almost there, probably in July. Remember to pick me up at the airport then!"
Shen Yizhi sat on the bench, slowly wiping the paint between his fingers, "That depends on whether I have time."
"No way, you turned your back on me as soon as you returned to your country. You're really something." Jiang Chi Nan stopped talking and suddenly changed the subject.
"You haven't been painting for a long time since you returned to China?"
Shen Yizhi paused, and suddenly felt lucky that it wasn't a video call. "No."
"That's fine. You mustn't lift anything heavy with your wrist, and you can't paint for long periods of time. You need to rest and don't forget the doctor's advice, or you'll never be able to hold a paintbrush again in your life."
Shen Yizhi put down the towel and said, "Jiang Chinan, when did you become so nagging?"
"I'm just concerned about you," Jiang Chi Nan said, "You don't even know how hard it was for me to be alone in England after you returned home."
Shen Yizhi: “…”
"Stop the jokes. What's the matter with you calling me?"
"Can't I care about you?"
Shen Yizhi picked up the phone, “Then I’ll hang up.”
"No, no, no," Jiang Chi Nan's anxious voice came through the receiver, "How's your plan for the art exhibition going?"
"Still at the starting point, not started yet." The courtyard was a little hot. Shen Yizhi walked into the house with his mobile phone and sat down on the sofa in the living room.
"Have you, the curator, found anything satisfactory? Do you need me to recommend it to you?"
Shen Yizhi: "How did you, a musician, introduce me to curating?"
Jiang Chi Nan: "Don't worry about it, I have plenty of connections."
“…”
Shen Yizhi stared at the red mark on his wrist that was gradually fading, and said slowly: "No, I have some ideas now."
In fact, the layout and design of the art exhibition he visited yesterday were very much to Shen Yizhi's liking.
The key is the curator, whose values seem to be quite similar to hers, so the cooperation would probably not be too bad.
But she didn't have Cheng Zhuhan's contact information.
I remember Pei Yanhe seemed to be here.
After hanging up the phone, Shen Yizhi just opened the gate and found that Pei Yanhe's Bugatti happened to be parked at the door.
She walked forward and leaned against the window to look around, but it was empty.
There was no one in the car.
Uncle Li, the Pei family's driver, just came out of the villa in a hurry.
Shen Yizhi stood up straight, “Uncle Li, where is Pei Yanhe?”
Uncle Li curved his lips and shook the documents in his hand. "Mr. Pei is at the company. He left his documents at home this morning. I came back to get them for him."
People almost forgot that Pei Yanhe had built an investment company worth hundreds of millions while he was in school. Today, it is Hezhuo Capital. After graduation, he simply left the Pei family's billions of assets and went to work in the company he founded on time every day.
It is naturally different from her, a painter who idles around all day.
Shen Yizhi opened the car door, sat down, and said with a smile: "That's perfect, Uncle Li, please take me with you. I have something to ask Pei Yanhe."
"Okay," Uncle Li looked over through the rearview mirror, "You and Master Pei are still as close as we were when we were kids."
Shen Yizhi was most afraid of the elders saying this, "He and I have a bad relationship. We have never had a good relationship since we were young."
Uncle Li smiled but said nothing.
After a while, the car arrived downstairs of Hezhuo Capital.
After getting out of the car, Shen Yizhi stood by the main driver's door and said, "Uncle Li, please give me the document. I'll give it to him by the way."
She was going up anyway, so why should Uncle Li make this trip?
Uncle Li was also straightforward, "Okay, then thank you, Miss Zhizhi."
Shen Yizhi took the document, curved his eyebrows and waved his hand, "You're welcome."
Walking into the office building, Shen Yizhi unexpectedly discovered that the entire office building belonged to Pei Yanhe.
No wonder he had the arrogance to not inherit the family fortune.
The ability is actually here.
Going upstairs to register, Shen Yizhi walked to the front desk and said softly, "I'm looking for Pei Yanhe."
The receptionist was startled by her addressing Mr. Pei by his first name, but she had seen a lot of things before, so she said calmly, "Hello, do you have an appointment?"
"Do you need to make an appointment?"
This was the first time Shen Yizhi had seen Pei Yanhe in such trouble since she was a child.
"Wait a minute, I'll make a phone call."
Shen Yizhi turned his back, took out his cell phone, dialed the familiar number, and was answered by the other end after one ring.
Without waiting for him to speak, she said first: "Pei Yanhe, I'm downstairs in your company. I can't go up without an appointment."
A man's deep, magnetic voice came from the other side of the receiver, lingering in my ears, "Wait for me five minutes."
Shen Yizhi hung up the phone, rubbed his ears expressionlessly, and rubbed away a strange feeling.
Five minutes later, Shen Yizhi was bored and scrolling through his phone when he suddenly heard the repeated calls of "Mr. Pei" beside his ear.
Like waves piling up one after another.
A shadow fell in front of her. Shen Yizhi put away her phone, looked up at his superior face, and met his deep eyes.
This guy really can cause a commotion wherever he goes.
Pei Yanhe saw the document in her hand and took it naturally, lowering his eyes, "Why are you the one delivering it?"
"Are you not happy to see me?"
Shen Yizhi shrugged, putting on an innocent face, "That can't be helped. Even if I'm not happy, I'm here."
Pei Yanhe's brows were as cold as snow, with a casual smile on his lips. "Would you like to come up and sit down?"
"Okay." Shen Yizhi was free and it would be nice to visit his company to kill time.
Taking the elevator all the way to the top floor, Shen Yizhi followed Pei Yanhe into his office.
The room was all in black, white and grey tones, without even a simple pot of green plants. A pile of documents lay on the desk, and the entire floor-to-ceiling glass window was enough to clearly see the bustling scene of Kyoto.
Shen Yizhi, wearing a mint green suspender dress, looked like a green apple in spring. She sat down gracefully on the sofa and suddenly became the only bright color in his office.
She glanced around the office with a probing gaze, "Pei Yanhe, why don't you plant any green plants?"
"trouble."
Pei Yanhe sat down at his desk, lowered his head and flipped through two pages of documents. He couldn't read a single word, so he could only pretend to flip through two more pages.
Seeing him staring at the documents intently, Shen Yizhi remembered his purpose and asked, "Do you have Cheng Zhuhan's phone number?"
"Give me her number."
Pei Yanhe raised his eyes, closed the document, and uttered two words from his thin lips, "No."
Shen Yizhi:?
Who are you fooling?
I clearly called him in front of her last time.
Unable to figure out what Pei Yanhe meant, Shen Yizhi raised his eyes to look at him, met his bottomless eyes, and guessed.
"You want benefits?"
Pei Yanhe leaned back in his chair, curled his lips, and uttered a word with such intention.
"yes."
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