Chapter 7 "He has a bad temper."
Jiang Yao is the youngest in the family. He was born with a silver spoon in his mother's mouth. Later, he grew up with bumps and bruises, and gradually smoothed out his edges. Now he can disguise himself as a mature adult without any effort.
But some memories related to Duan Zhuxian seem to never grow up. Whenever I think of them, they bring with them the freshest and most impulsive teenage emotions.
The street scene outside the car window receded into a blurry picture. Jiang Yao curled up his fingers and pressed them against his forehead. His brows were gloomy, and he stared outside for a while.
When the unhappy feeling subsided a little, I received a message to add a friend.
He clicked yes, and the other party quickly sent a self-introduction: "Hello Mr. Jiang, my last name is Lin, and I am Mr. Duan's personal assistant."
Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, paused, and asked, "What do you want to add me for?"
Assistant Lin: "It was General Manager Duan who ordered it."
Seeing that Jiang Yao didn't reply for a long time, the other party added: "Mr. Jiang, please be flexible, okay? (Soybean man crying) x3"
Looking at the three soybean men crying at the same time, Jiang Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, and the image of the other party's anxious and miserable appearance appeared in his mind.
A natural loner like Duan Zhuxian, now that he is a leader, must be a dictator and will definitely not be kind to his employees.
Jiang Yao felt a sense of revolutionary sympathy and shared hatred for the enemy.
Forget it, it’s good to keep it as a mouthpiece.
Jiang Yao lowered his eyes and replied lazily, "Oh."
*
On another road, a business car was speeding towards the financial conference venue in the west of the city. Assistant Lin in the back seat stared at the screen of his mobile phone with bated breath, his nerves extremely tense.
A few minutes ago, Mr. Duan gave him a WeChat account and asked him to find a way to add it.
"He has a bad temper."
Duan always reminded him like this.
There was no trace of annoyance in his tone, but rather a hint of indulgence, and even his cold brows softened a little.
Lin Zhu intuitively felt that the other party was very important and could not afford to be negligent in the slightest.
So, with a serious and responsible attitude, he asked in advance: "Is this Mr. Jiang your client?"
Duan Zhuxian said calmly: "She's my fiancée."
Lin Zhu was shocked. The burden on his shoulders, which was already heavy, suddenly became as heavy as a thousand pounds and almost crushed him.
While adding friends, Duan Zhuxian kept his eyes closed and rested, slowly tapping the central armrest with his index finger. The sound was not loud, but to Lin Zhu's ears, it sounded like a death warrant.
After talking with Jiang Yao for a few sentences, Lin Zhu waited anxiously for about ten minutes, and tentatively sent a "Thank you for your understanding (with hands folded)", only to find that he was not blocked.
"Mr. Duan, it worked!" He was pleasantly surprised and couldn't help but sigh, "Mr. Jiang is quite a kind person."
Duan Zhuxian opened his eyes, and his sleepless gaze swept across the corner of his eyes and stopped at the chat history on Lin Zhu's mobile phone screen.
Jiang Yao had just sent a message not long ago: "It's okay."
Quite friendly indeed.
Duan Zhuxian paused and asked, "Does he buy this?"
Lin Zhu uttered an ambiguous "ah" and strategically pushed his glasses up, choosing to avoid the question.
When talking to his subordinates, Duan Zhuxian usually uses declarative expressions, and it is rare for Lin Zhu to hear genuine doubts in his words.
Lin Zhu had a strong feeling that although he completed the task successfully, his boss did not seem very happy.
*
After the marriage was initially negotiated, Hua Yan quickly injected the first batch of funds into Jiang Li and transferred experts from the headquarters to assist Jiang Li in opening up various connections.
The sadness that had shrouded Jiang Qingtian and Yuan Li's faces had mostly dissipated.
The project that Jiang Yao was working on was finally restarted.
At the end of last year, he took over a music software that had just been launched on the market from his brother. In order to increase the popularity of the platform, Jiang Yao planned to look for suitable promoters. However, the company happened to encounter problems and the plan was shelved for a long time.
After convening a morning meeting with the project team and deploying the next work arrangements, Jiang Yao walked out of the meeting room with his sleeves rolled up. When passing by the public balcony, he heard someone making a phone call inside.
"The company's situation has stabilized, and there won't be layoffs for now... Seriously, our CEO Jiang personally announced a new project today... Well, don't worry about Mom's surgery... I'm not tired, so just focus on preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam. Don't skip dinner to save money. If you need any, ask me for it..."
The woman's voice was hoarse and tired, but her tone could not hide her excitement, which was very moving.
Jiang Yao sighed and continued walking forward.
Not to mention that Jiang Li is the result of his parents' half-life's hard work, just look at the current situation, how many people rely on his family's company to support their families. If Jiang Li drops a screw in the storm, wouldn't it be a mountain for anyone to fall on it?
Marrying someone is like saving all living beings.
If I don’t go to hell, who will?
In an instant, Jiang Yao felt that he was extremely sacred, with lotus flowers blooming with every step he took and Buddha's light emanating from his whole body.
Back in the office, Jiang Yao took out his cell phone and opened the family group.
His parents and his brother chatted enthusiastically for hundreds of messages, the content mainly revolving around his brother and his sister-in-law.
Ever since his brother was forced into an arranged marriage, he and his wife have been clashing constantly. His sister-in-law, a decisive female CEO, went back to her own home in a rage two weeks ago and hasn't returned since.
His parents criticized his brother in the group for not being able to take care of his own family, so how could he manage the entire company in the future? They ordered his brother to go in person to apologize and pick up the people.
His brother was completely unconvinced and argued in the group: [In a marriage without any emotional foundation, it's already very difficult for me to be as respectable as I am to others. Why do I always have to bow my head first?]
In the past, when encountering such things, Jiang Yao could still watch the fun and tease his brother a few times, but now looking at the mess, he couldn't help but feel sad for the other party.
He scrolled down for a long time and didn't see anything related to him, so he put down his phone and asked his secretary to come over and report the meeting summary.
In the afternoon, Jiang Yao met with several big data analysis experts from other places at the company. In the evening, he took them to the restaurant on the top floor of the office building for a light meal and to enjoy the beautiful city view of Lingbei.
After finishing his meal, Jiang Yao stretched and walked into the elevator. It was suddenly dark outside the transparent glass.
The moment the sun sets, the pale sky is splashed with all kinds of brilliant colors. Some of them fall on the unfinished skyscraper opposite and are cut into fine gold powder by the reflectors on the construction site, like flashes of inspiration falling from the sky.
Jiang Yao stood in the elevator, gazing at the pile of exposed steel and iron, unconsciously adding bricks and tiles to them in his mind, building flesh and blood, until his view was blocked by the wall.
There was a "ding" sound behind me, and I reached the first floor.
After walking out of the building, Jiang Yao didn't see the car coming to pick him up. There was only a black Bentley parked domineeringly in the open space.
It's clearly unfamiliar, but inexplicably annoying.
Jiang Yao glanced in that direction several times and was about to take out his cell phone to call the driver when the rear window of the Bentley slowly lowered, revealing a cold and indifferent face that looked down on everyone.
Who else could be so pretentious but Duan Zhuxian?
It's a rare evening with a beautiful sunset, but something unexpected happens.
unlucky.
Jiang Yao rolled his eyes and was about to take a detour when he suddenly heard Duan Zhuxian calling him.
He stopped three meters away, put his hands in his pockets, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Duan Zhuxian said, "Get in the car."
Jiang Yao: "I don't have a car?"
Duan Zhuxian's expression remained unchanged: "I've already said hello to your driver."
Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment, then he laughed out loud at Duan Zhuxian's attitude of being in charge.
He took a few steps forward, leaned over swiftly, and leaned on the window sill with one hand. He asked the man in the car, who was dressed in a smart suit, "What's Mr. Duan singing this time?"
The beautiful face, painted by the setting sun, suddenly approached without any warning. The corners of the young man's lips were curled in a provocative arc, and the refreshing citrus scent followed the wind-blown hair and passed through Duan Zhuxian's nose.
Duan Zhuxian's calm eyes were touched a little, his Adam's apple rolled back and forth slightly, and he said lightly: "My grandfather wants us to stay in the north of the city tonight."
Jiang Yao: "?"
Duan Zhuxian was talking about the wedding house that Grandpa Duan had prepared for them, a garden villa located in the north of the city. It was said that it was handed down from the Republic of China period. It was almost planned by the government to be a small tourist attraction. Later, Huayan invested and built a villa complex around it.
He originally thought it was just a decoration for good luck, but he didn't expect that they really intended to lock him in that golden cage.
Jiang Yao was puzzled: "The agreement has been signed, why is the old man so anxious?"
Duan Zhuxian's expression remained unchanged. He dialed a number from his phone and handed it to Jiang Yao: "You can ask him in person."
Jiang Yao didn't answer.
In this situation where neither he nor Duan Zhuxian could get any good results, he did not doubt that Duan Zhuxian would lie to him.
He said nonchalantly, "Whether I can live here or not, the old man doesn't know."
Duan Zhuxian said: "He has plenty of informants."
Jiang Yao was speechless, his gaze falling on Assistant Lin who was driving in the front seat.
Assistant Lin felt a chill down his spine, as if he had been shot in the back by an arrow.
【Author’s words】
A short paragraph about the plan: First put a sack on your wife and take her to live with you.
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