In the office, Pei Jing was reporting on the latest developments of the Oran Group. When he heard that the company would invest an additional 1 billion yuan, Fu Siming became slightly interested.
Fu Siming: "1 billion? Who would invest that much in an unknown company?"
Pei Jing: "Master Fu, we can basically confirm the connection with foreign capital. President Qin of Huahai said that a few days ago, people from Oran met with them, hoping to cooperate to acquire that piece of land in the south, but President Qin refused."
After saying that, he added, "Huahai said that Oran only sent a junior person in charge to talk, so Huahai didn't plan to talk to them, so the meeting wasn't even set up."
Fu Siming: "Even the person in actual control doesn't dare to show his face, but he dares to drag Huahai into taking sides. Is there any news from Ang?"
Pei Jing: "Ang said he would send the message over this afternoon."
After listening to the report, he nodded in acknowledgment. Pei Jing placed the file he was holding on the table and prepared to leave, thoughtfully asking, "Would you like me to make time for the yacht party on Friday night?"
He glanced up at the gold-embossed paper on the document, nodded after a moment, and then Pei Jing left.
Over there, Song Xingyao was in a hurry to finalize the venue, so she directly arranged to meet Bai Xiujin at the exhibition hall in the suburbs.
This exhibition hall looks like it has been idle for a long time. The mahogany tables are covered with a layer of dust, but you can still see its original simple and elegant decoration style.
Even the hanging beaded curtains that shielded the wind, paired with Suzhou embroidery ribbons, were described by the venue manager as belonging to an eccentric old man.
This courtyard was originally built for the wife of a theatrical actor to enjoy the snow and flowers, but she passed away unexpectedly before it was completed.
Therefore, it was never used after it was completed. In the past few years, the old man would come over to clean it himself.
However, in recent years, the old man's health has been deteriorating, and the house has been vacant for quite some time.
They originally didn't plan to rent it out, but they agreed when they heard it was for a charity calligraphy exhibition.
The two toured the courtyard while the agent told them the old man's story.
They then agreed that the decoration style and exhibition were a good match, and the location and overall size were also suitable, so they decided to finalize the venue.
Because the Bai family was the main sponsor of this event, the pricing was almost entirely decided by Bai Xiujin.
The final decision on the venue went much more smoothly than I had imagined, unlike yesterday when I returned empty-handed.
With the exhibition hall arrangements settled, most of the difficult tasks were completed. After signing the contract, Song Xingyao sent a message to Mr. Wu to report, and then planned to call Mr. Xu to pick her up.
Seeing her like this, Bai Xiujin asked if she wanted him to give her a ride.
Considering that this place is located in the suburbs, and I originally thought that we would go to see the site next, I asked Lao Xu to go back first. Now that I asked him to come over, it would take some time, so I agreed.
This time, he didn't forget to send a text message to Lao Xu to avoid a repeat of yesterday's situation.
Bai Xiujin dropped her off at the studio entrance but didn't get out of the car with her. He only turned around and left the studio courtyard after seeing her enter the studio.
In the afternoon, Song Xingyao and Mr. Wu adjusted the exhibition decorations and layout according to the exhibition hall's layout.
When the discussion ended, it was still early, and the two chatted casually in the office.
Looking at Song Xingyao in front of him, Old Wu sighed that she was a really good talent. Not only did she have a talent for writing, but she was also able to calm down and write.
When I met her at Jiangcheng No. 1 High School that year, I felt it was fate. I never expected that she would become my student by chance.
Old Wu has only had one daughter all these years, and no one in the family has followed in his footsteps. It's rare to see such a promising talent, and he likes her more and more each time he sees her. If only she were his own grandson, what a pity...
Old Wu sighed and said, "If my granddaughter hadn't been lost, she would be about your age now."
Hearing Old Wu say this, Song Xingyao was a little surprised. So Fu Yao wasn't Old Wu's biological granddaughter?
Speaking of which, the two actually owe a lot to Grandpa Fu for making them master and apprentice. Song Xingyao wasn't a gossipy person, so she never knew Wu Xian's background.
But seeing the sadness on his face that didn't seem to belong to him, Song Xingyao gently comforted him.
Old Wu probably didn't expect to bring this up in front of Song Xingyao. It was a rare opportunity to express himself, but this little girl was really destined to be with him, so he started to ramble on about the reasons for his years of travels after retiring from writing.
About a decade or so ago, after Mr. Wu's wife passed away, Wu Mu's mental state deteriorated further due to the double blow of losing his daughter and mother, and he even accidentally overdosed on sleeping pills.
Mr. Wu and his son-in-law Fu Quan consulted many psychologists, but none of them could improve her condition. Finally, they found a hypnotist to erase the news of her mother's death from her mind.
Because of her deep self-blame and obsession with her child, she tried to hypnotize him many times but failed, and thus still retains the child's lost memories.
But after the hypnosis, Wu Mu's condition did improve for a long time.
Because of the hypnotherapy, Mr. Wu decided to tell his daughter, Wu Mu, that he and his wife were going on a world tour.
Unexpectedly, after only a few days away, I felt unwell, so I contacted an old friend to recuperate in the back mountain of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.
Seeing the children at school full of energy, my health has actually been improving day by day.
Occasionally, Fu Quan would send news, and seeing his daughter's condition getting better and better, Old Wu felt much more at ease.
So after recuperating at Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School for more than two years, Mr. Wu decided to travel around on his own. But unexpectedly, last year, he received news of Wu Mu's suicide again, so he rushed back from outside.
The decision to hold a joint charity exhibition and auction in Jiangcheng is also a way to help my daughter, Wu Muji, and to hope that she will recover.
After hearing the story behind it, Song Xingyao was moved by the deep love that Old Wu had for his daughter, but also regretted that the Fu family had such a past.
She wanted to offer some words of comfort to the elderly man in front of her, but she couldn't speak, which truly proved the saying: there is little true empathy in the world.
Old Wu quickly realized he had said too much, and hurriedly said, "I just hope that even if the child is taken away by someone else, he can live a happy life."
That faint hope is the best blessing for that lost child.
Song Xingyao felt a lump in her throat, wanting to say something but not knowing how to begin.
Knowing the atmosphere was a bit heavy, Old Wu deliberately spoke in a light tone: "That's why I really liked you the moment I saw you. I felt we were destined to be together. If it's not for work, you can just call me Grandpa. It's just that I'm an old man, at my age, still pouring out my troubles here. It's kind of you, little Song, to listen to me."
Beneath that seemingly joking tone lies a pain that only those who have experienced it can truly understand.
To ease the tension, Song Xingyao followed Wu Lao's lead and forced a slight smile, attempting to lighten the somber atmosphere.
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