Hope becomes profit, poetry becomes blade, hatred for separation
"Well, I..." Qian Jianjun hesitated.
"Thank you, Mr. Qiu. I am not familiar with the property industry. With your strength, you don't need my funds. This is purely a gift. I won't accept it without any merit." Xue Jiuyue politely declined Mr. Qiu's kindness.
"That's what I meant." Qian Jianjun also echoed, perhaps feeling that his attitude was not as firm as Xue Jiuyue's, and felt a little ashamed. He added: "Your business is my business, but I am willing to serve you at any time. I really feel embarrassed to accept your generous gift."
"Hahahaha, you guys are all good kids!" Xue Jiuyue and the others' reactions made Old Qiu laugh with great satisfaction. As his laughter died down, Old Qiu added, "If it weren't for Xiaoyue's kindness and desire to save people, and if she hadn't asked Yiyi to come to me for help, I wouldn't have had the chance to seize this opportunity. Morally, I should thank Xiaoyue, and giving her shares in the new company is only natural."
Without waiting for Xue Jiuyue to reply, Mr. Qiu turned to Qian Jianjun and said, "Jianjun and I have been friends for so many years. It's a matter of fate and pleasure to work together. It has nothing to do with money."
"But if that's all you're thinking, you're missing the point." Mr. Qiu suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously, "As I said earlier, Hony's algorithm is disruptive and won't be limited to just one industry. So, I need other industries to participate, including home textiles and the restaurant industry! The AI of the future will definitely be one that can help people make choices and decisions."
"'I don't know, I know!' We often don't know what we really want. We often need to see the answer before we know that it is the answer we are looking for. Do you mean that the AI of the future will be able to directly find the answer that we don't know?" Because of Liu Che, Xue Jiuyue studied a lot of books on the subconscious. Although he only knew the basics, he could still clearly get Mr. Qiu's point.
Mr. Qiu smiled and nodded, "I was right about him!"
"You're too kind. I just happened to have read a few related books." Xue Jiuyue answered modestly.
Elder Qiu looked at the two young men with a determined gaze and said forcefully, "The times have arrived. We must follow the trend and ride the wave. I need your knowledge and minds, and of course, I also need the vast amount of data you already have."
This time, Qian Jianjun took the initiative, saying, "Mr. Qiu, if you need me, whether it's money or people, I'll do my best. As you said, working with you is fate, it's fun, and it's a valuable learning opportunity. So, I feel guilty accepting the shares. How about we put the dispute aside and get down to business?"
"Mr. Qian is right. Let's do the work first. But compared with you two, what I can do is too limited. I mainly study." Xue Jiuyue was still so humble.
"You, you!" Old Qiu looked at Xue Jiuyue and shook his head with a smile.
"Please give me a detailed introduction on how you persuaded Ren Hongyi. The effect was immediate!" Xue Jiuyue introduced a new topic.
"Yes, yes, yes, please give me a detailed introduction." Qian Jianjun also pricked up his ears and joined in.
"He's incredibly talented, but he's just too proud. Being too stubborn can easily lead to failure. Previously, he insisted on not raising funds, using only his own capital, because he didn't want investors to find fault with him. I heard the team's founder say, 'Never let your dreams be swayed by money! If I'm raising money as an opportunity to make money, don't be picky.' Haha, the young are truly formidable! So I gave him the most freedom."
Xue Jiuyue was not satisfied with this answer and continued to ask, "No, this happened after you learned about his project. I'm asking how you did it when you and he didn't know each other very well. What experience do you have? I don't try to persuade others, so I want to learn from you."
"Well..." Old Qiu greeted Xue Jiuyue's inquiring eyes with a kind smile, deliberately keeping her in suspense and drawing out his tone, "It's very simple. Just explain it with reason and appeal to emotion."
"Your reply is too official, Mr. Qiu!" Qian Jianjun protested first.
"Hahahaha..." Mr. Qiu couldn't hide his joy today. "I won't tease you anymore, but these two sentences are indeed the truth. If I must add my own opinion, it's just to add one more sentence, to lure you in with benefits!"
"Convince them with reason, appeal to their emotions, and lure them with benefits?"
Seeing that Xue Jiuyue still didn't quite understand, Elder Qiu patiently explained, "Well, this benefit doesn't necessarily mean money. In the Greek mythology that I read to Qiu Nian when he was a child, the only good thing hidden in Pandora's Box was hope! So, enticing him with benefit, in this case, means giving him the hope he wants!"
Even with Qian Jianjun's rich experience, he still felt that he had benefited a lot. He picked up the water cup and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qiu, for your guidance!"
The three of them clinked their glasses again, followed by Elder Qiu's hearty laughter. His voice, deliberately subdued, barely emanated a few steps; yet his overflowing emotions, shimmering with the brightness of spring, brought Elder Qiu a lasting joy...
Ke Yike probably didn't hear Mr. Qiu's hearty laugh. Even if he did, it probably wouldn't have brightened his heart. Ke Yike had been wrestling with his bread for almost three days. Judging by his expression, "red smiles, green frowns," he hadn't yet achieved a decisive victory. What irritated him most was that the refrigerator was already overflowing with bread.
He fried, deep-fried, baked, and stewed bread in various ways, turning it into a variety of staple foods or side dishes, which won him widespread praise. However, the bread was still baked much faster than it was consumed, and the appetite of southerners could not tolerate continuous wheaten food.
In order to use up the stock, Ke Yike made other dishes for the lady at lunch just now, and only ate bread himself, saying, "I am from the north and I love pasta."
"Ahem, you didn't cook enough food today! Pass me the bread! I'm not full." Zhou Ying complained first, and the other two also expressed their hunger. So, the three women, who had originally been concerned about excessive carbs for their figure, broke their habit. But it was still a drop in the bucket, and the pressure remained.
"Let Qiu Nian eat more tonight." This was the best solution Ke Yike came up with after thinking hard while lying on the bar.
"Ahem?" Zhou Ying's voice came.
"What's wrong, Ying'er?" Ke Yike was still lying there depressed.
"I was so busy just now that I forgot to tell you. Sister Yue asked you to make bread into snacks once every morning and evening when there are more people around, and give them to Aunt Zhang at the public welfare corridor outside our store. Free hot water and coffee alone are not enough. The elderly people there drink tea, play cards, and chat, so you need some snacks."
"Okay! Thank you Ying'er, thank you Sister Yue!" The problem was solved, Ke Yike felt relaxed, and the smile returned to his handsome face, which was slightly gentle.
Zhou Ying also smiled and added: "Sister Yue also said that the flavors should be lighter and fried as little as possible. If the elderly people respond well, I can give you a raise!"
"yeah!……"
Mei Rugu should be returning home today. Taking advantage of his good mood, Qian Jianjun also put aside his previous thoughts and returned home early.
As the sky gradually darkened, Mei Rugu finally walked into the house, exhausted. Qian Jianjun saw Mei Rugu, who looked exhausted, and felt a little distressed. "Why are you so late? Go get some rest."
Mei Rugu looked over at him, a little surprised. "You're home?"
"Well, nothing happened, I came back early."
"Why aren't you hanging out with your sweetheart? Or is she too busy with you?"
Qian Jianjun was shocked by the sudden change. "What, what do you mean?"
"What? Still trying to hide it? You're using me as a cover to ask me out for dinner, to an exhibition, to a ballet. You're so romantic and fashionable, what else do you want?"
Qian Jianjun could tell from Mei Rugu's barrage of scolding that there were many misunderstandings, but what concerned him most was the fact that Mei Rugu knew his whereabouts intimately. He felt a surge of anger, and his words lost their restraint. His voice suddenly rose, "Mei Rugu, you're investigating me? Do you have any bottom line?"
Mei Rugu was still very emotional. "Bottom line? How dare you, Qian Jianjun, talk about bottom line? You clearly made an appointment with your lover to see the ballet, and you wanted me to go too. Are you planning on getting me to reconcile with her? Qian Jianjun, do you think I'm easy to bully? Or have you become arrogant after having some dirty money? Do you want to openly confront me and ask me to turn a blind eye? I'm telling you, Qian Jianjun, no way!"
Qian Jianjun was so furious that he practically yelled, "Everything you said is completely false! It's all a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! Do you understand what a misunderstanding is?! Do you understand the facts? Do you know the truth?"
Seeing Qian Jianjun's face twisted with anger, Mei Rugu wavered. But the ups and downs of the past few days had extinguished any remaining doubts. After the incident in the cafe, she had believed herself to be in the wrong and even prepared to apologize. But everything that happened afterwards only confirmed her initial suspicions, and she couldn't believe it! Qian Jianjun's emotions and words were all acting, a cover-up, a deception!
"You liar, you still want to deceive me?! How dare you say that you don't have her contact information in your phone? Didn't you keep saying that you only spoke to her once? Do you dare let me see your phone, liar?"
Deep-rooted misunderstandings and a series of coincidences left Qian Jianjun speechless. Mei Rugu's constant calling of him a liar completely ignited the long-standing resentment, erupting like a volcano. He gripped Mei Rugu's shoulders, roaring and shaking her, as if trying to wake her up from her mistakes. "I've had enough! Mei Rugu, you've been living in endless complaints and suspicions for the past few years! Look at what you do all the time. 'The curtains are still rolling up in the courtyard, and the fragrant grass is far away, breaking my heart'? I'm here! I'm not dead! I'm not running away! I'm here! What do you have to complain about?!"
The exchange of poetry, a romantic pursuit they'd shared since college, had become a literary inquisition, twisted into a sharp blade that pierced Mei Rugu's heart, poked at her soul, and stirred her desperate, bloody pride! Until just now, Mei Rugu had been furious and unsure of what to do. But now, she was no longer lost; she had made her own decision!
Having made the decision, Mei Rugu calmed down. She waved her arms to push Qian Jianjun's hands away, took a step back, looked at Qian Jianjun steadily, and said coldly, "What's the point of you being here? Where's your heart? You almost bought an entire restaurant just to have a meal, and you bought all the VIP tickets to see a ballet. Qian Jianjun, you put a lot of thought into it! You spent it all trying to please your new love! You hit me? You yell at me? Go and be with your new love? Don't act in front of me! I don't need your perfunctory attitude, your hypocrisy, and your fake pain. It makes me sick!"
After a brief pause, and ignoring any reaction from Qian Jianjun, Mei Rugu bit her lip and finally uttered a few words: "Qian Jianjun, let's get a divorce!"
"divorce?"
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