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My nose felt sore, my eyes were sore, and some tears welled up in my eyes.
She pursed her lips and sobbed sullenly: "I feel wronged. I feel very wronged. I want to move out of the house."
"Moving? Where do you want to move to? Did you have a fight with your family?"
Xia Tangyue responded softly: "Yeah."
Wen Zheng was silent for a while, and then he said, "If you want to leave home and relax, you can come and stay with me. I live on the flat bank of the Bojiang River. As long as you come, brother will welcome you anytime."
Xia Tangyue paused.
She had heard of the name of the community, Bojiang Ping'an. It was located on the first row of the river bank, and all the apartments were large flats, and the smallest one was over 200 square meters.
Beijing is a first-tier city, and housing prices have remained high in recent years. It is estimated that buying a house in Ping'an, Pujiang will cost eight figures.
"Cry if you want to. I'm here." Wen Zheng continued, "Do you need me to come find you?"
Xia Tangyue shook his head silently.
She was in a depressed mood and didn't want to go out.
There was a rustling sound on the other end of the receiver, and it seemed that someone was talking. Xia Tangyue was puzzled: "Did I interrupt your conversation?"
"No. I ordered half-cooked cheese and mango pancakes for you. Something sweet will make you feel better." Wen Zheng smiled and said, "When you were a child, you loved eating mangoes the most. You always climbed up the tree to pick them. When you fell, you would act like a spoiled child and pester me to pick them for you."
Talking about the embarrassing things in his childhood, Xia Tangyue's ears felt slightly hot, and his voice was a little angry and innocent: "I was ignorant at that time, how come you still remember these!"
"Who would forget having such a lovely sister like you? Well, the dessert will be delivered to your house soon. Tell me after you eat it, whether it is sweeter than the mangoes I stole when I was a child."
Xia Tangyue's lips curled up, and she poked the edge of the pillow with her fingertips. Suddenly, she remembered what her father said at lunch. She said seriously, "Brother, are you free this weekend? My parents want to invite you to the nursing home to visit grandpa and grandma, and talk about these things."
"Can."
"Okay, see you then."
Wen Zheng chuckled: "Go to bed early tonight. No matter what happens, I am here with you."
"Yeah, okay."
After hanging up the phone, Xia Tangyue felt an inexplicable sweetness in her heart. She curled up on the sofa with her pillow in her arms, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the tassels on the edge of the pillow. She changed the note from Wen Zheng to Brother Xiong.
A WeChat notification popped up from the top.
Brother Xiong: "No. 1808, Building 6, Ping'an, Bojiang, this is my house number."
"good."
After replying to the message, Xia Tangyue went to take a shower. When she came out comfortably, Wen Zheng's dessert was also delivered. The half-cooked cheese was neatly arranged in a light golden paper box. It melted on the tip of the tongue with a light sip, with a light milky aroma. The mango pancake had a thin skin, and when it was cut open, large pieces of orange-yellow flesh could be seen. The sweet fragrance mixed with the scent of coconut shreds went straight to the tip of the nose.
She suddenly remembered that when she was a child, she climbed a tree to pick mangoes. The trunk was too slippery and she slipped down halfway up. She was so anxious that she held on to the branches and swayed around.
Wen Zheng yelled at her to stop moving under the tree, then took off his shoes and jumped up, which resulted in a cut on his trouser leg. He pressed his right palm against the sharp thorn on the branch, and blood dripped down through his fingers. However, he picked the largest mango and stuffed it into her hand as if nothing had happened.
Recalling the scene when we met again, it turned out that the scar on his palm was left at that time.
Xia Tangyue was a little busy in the next few days.
Gu Jiaping said that night that based on Zhijian’s current achievements, the group would most likely continue to invest, and she did not want to miss this opportunity, so she spent the next few days planning the next round of art exhibitions and intended to write a preliminary plan first.
The preparation of an exhibition is a long and interconnected process from project establishment to implementation. It not only requires novel ideas, but also a balance between artistic value and market feedback. Xia Tangyue racked his brains for this.
Fortunately, the great collector Nong Yan was willing to lend her his private collection, a Tang Dynasty silk painting that was lost from the Dunhuang Caves, "Shadows of the Buddha on Sandbank: Flying Apsaras of the Prosperous Tang Dynasty".
In this way, she can use this painting as the main narrative line and plan an art exhibition about the loss and return of Dunhuang cultural relics.
In search of inspiration, she visited the Dunhuang cultural relics exhibition areas of many museums in the city, visited a folklore professor who studied Dunhuang art at the university, and participated in several social events in the art world, intending to contact who had similar Tang Dynasty silk painting resources.
Finding paintings is a rather lengthy process, and it especially tests one’s personal connections.
Xia Tangyue plans to write this concept into a proposal and submit it to Furen Group. If the group recognizes the market potential of the Dunhuang theme and signs a letter of intent for cooperation, she will then use the group's endorsement to connect with more collectors and institutions, which will achieve twice the result with half the effort.
The weekend came in a flash.
When Xia Tangyue and his family arrived at the nursing home, Wen Zheng and Zhuang Chen were already waiting there.
"Uncle and Aunt." He greeted.
Xia Xiucheng glanced at them and nodded lightly.
Perhaps their appearance reminded Zhuang Ziwen of her sister's death, and tears instantly flowed out. Her shoulders trembled violently and a suppressed sob came from her throat.
Wen Zheng stepped forward and patted her on the back, handing her a tissue: "I am sorry, and take care of yourself."
Zhuang Ziwen turned his shoulders away with a cold face.
Xia Tangyue frowned. Her parents' attitude was really hurtful. In her opinion, even if Wen Zheng was not her aunt's biological child, he was raised by her and was more precious than blood.
So she took the initiative to step forward and took Wen Zheng's arm.
"Brother, I'll take you in."
Wen Zheng looked down at her with a smile on his face.
When seeing the old people, Xia Xiucheng mentioned Zhuang Hongyu tactfully, saying that she had died of illness. Both old people trembled violently, their eyes turned red instantly, and their lips trembled and they couldn't speak.
The nurse quickly brought a cushion for the elderly to sit on, and brought a hot towel to wipe the tears from the corners of their eyes. It took a long time for them to recover. Then they called Zhuang Chen to come forward and spoke to him with tears in their eyes.
"I didn't expect that after Hongyu left for so many years without any news, you are the only one left as her bloodline. You must come to visit grandpa and grandma often in the future."
Zhuang Chen nodded seriously: "Yes, I am studying at a university in Beijing, and I will come here often in the future."
The visit is over.
Wen Zheng was a guest and invited everyone to dinner.
Xia Tangyue sat in the back seat of the car and heard Xia Xiucheng's criticism of Wen Zheng again.
"This kid really knows how to pick the right time to show off."
Zhuang Ziwen's emotions had calmed down. He hugged Xia Cheng'an and sat him on his lap. He echoed, "Humph, who knows what he's up to behind the scenes. Don't tell me he's trying to climb up the social ladder by using our family."
Xia Tangyue couldn't bear to listen any longer: "Dad, Mom, how can you do this? Wen Zheng is also my aunt's child. Why do you always feel that he has other intentions? Maybe his financial conditions are much better than ours."
"What do you know? I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice." Xia Xiucheng glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his tone filled with the arrogance of an elder.
Xia Tangyue shook his head helplessly, too lazy to say anything more.
The most painful thing in this world is playing the lute to a cow.
When they arrived at the dining place, Xia Tangyue noticed that Xia Xiucheng was obviously stunned.
She pushed the door and got out of the car. The name of the restaurant in front of her was Genting Private Banquet. The gilded signboard glowed coldly in the twilight. The dark wooden double doors were closed. A palm-sized electronic screen was embedded next to the copper door knocker, which clearly displayed "Today's seats are sold out."
The Genting Private Banquet restaurant is very famous in Beijing. It only accepts top members holding black gold cards, so the people who come here are either rich or noble. They are either business tycoons in suits or socialites wearing jewelry. Ordinary people who come here can only use the toilet to wash their hands.
Although the Xia family also does business, their scale is far inferior to that of real wealthy people, so naturally they have no chance to come here and see the world.
As soon as Wen Zheng appeared, a staff member wearing Hanfu came up to him and said, "Mr. Wen, the private banquet room on the top floor you reserved is ready. Please follow me."
Xia Xiucheng followed him in with some doubt.
At the end of the bluestone path stood a white marble screen wall, behind which one could vaguely see red lacquer columns and glazed tile roofs. The waiter at the door was politely rejecting two men in suits and ties: "Sorry, our Genting Private Banquet only accepts black card customers. If you need, you can apply for our black card service at the front desk. You will need to provide proof of ownership of a private jet or proof of shareholding in a listed company."
Xia Xiucheng forced a smile and asked, "I heard that it's hard to get a spot here. How did you get the spot? Did you use the connections of some big shot?"
Wen Zheng leaned back in the leather chair with a relaxed attitude, his brows relaxed and composed, and he said calmly: "Actually, I opened the Yunding Private Banquet. If you want to come next time, just let me know directly, and you don't have to go through those formalities."
Xia Xiucheng and Zhuang Ziwen glanced at each other, both showing surprised expressions.
Xia Tangyue was the same. She looked at Wen Zheng and suddenly realized that she had never really understood him.
Wen Zheng smiled at her and smoothed her hair. "Silly sister, why are you looking at me like that? You can come to this place whenever you want. I asked them to reserve a river view room for you that is never booked by the public."
"No need." Xia Tangyue shook his head slightly.
She doesn't have the financial resources to spend money here.
During the dinner, Xia Xiucheng changed his usual cold attitude and took the initiative to chat with Wen Zheng. They talked about current business matters, and Wen Zheng answered calmly and logically. When Xia Xiucheng asked him again what he did for a living, he said calmly that he was now unemployed.
When leaving the Yunding private banquet after dinner, Xia Xiucheng muttered in disbelief: "It must be fake. He is a stinking outsider. How can he do such a big business in Beijing? Not to mention attracting these customers, he can't even approve this piece of land."
Zhuang Ziwen said, "Who cares? He's the one treating us anyway."
Xia Tangyue stopped and told his family that he had something else to do and would not go with them, then turned around and returned the same way.
Zhuang Chen left early because he had to rush back to school to take an elective course, leaving Wen Zheng alone.
She came to Wen Zheng.
"Did you miss something?"
Xia Tangyue shook his head: "No, I came back just to ask you, is this really opened by you?"
Wen Zheng smiled faintly: "What's wrong, do you think your brother lied to you?"
That's not what she meant. This matter didn't rise to the level of cheating. She was just too curious. After all, what Dad said made sense. This kind of high-end business is not so easy to do.
Wen Zheng reached out and pinched her cheek.
"Hey!" Xia Tangyue protested with wrinkled nose. Wen Zheng said, "I opened it, but it's complicated. I have a friend named Duanmu Yu, you met him last time. I paid for the Yunding private banquet, and he provided the resources."
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