With something on his mind, Yu Linyuan couldn't even eat a proper meal after returning to the hotel, his mind filled with the 200,000 yuan that Si Jin had given him.
So he simply took out his phone and called Assistant Jiang: "Xiao Jiang, has the person been sent back yet?"
"Oh, it's been returned." Assistant Jiang wandered around the house that Si Jin had temporarily set up. "But this kid bought a house in the downtown area. It's on a low floor and the soundproofing isn't good. He keeps the windows closed all day, so the room is very stuffy. I can hardly breathe."
Yu Linyuan put down his chopsticks: "Can't you open the window for him?"
"Oh, okay." Assistant Jiang knew his master's temper was unpredictable, so he went to the window and opened it.
But the next moment, Si Jin's weak voice came from the phone: "Don't...don't open it...cough cough cough...there's a fried chicken shop downstairs, it smells awful."
The sound of coughing reached Yu Linyuan's ears, and for some reason, it stirred up a pang of heartache.
His gaze deepened, and he suddenly said, "Xiao Jiang, move closer to Yu Sijin and put the phone on speakerphone."
"Oh." Assistant Jiang did as instructed, but as soon as he reached Si Jin's side, he heard the old man's deep voice coming from across the room, full of barely suppressed anger.
"Xiao Jiang, don't you know how pungent the smell is outside in the downtown area? Why are you opening the windows like that? Aren't you going to take responsibility if people are choked by the fumes?"
After shouting, Yu Linyuan finally felt a little relieved—this way, Si Jin probably wouldn't misunderstand that he was the one who wanted to open the window.
Jiang's Special Assistant: ...
"Yes, Master Yu, I'll turn it off right away."
For the sake of his work, Assistant Jiang swallowed his anger and closed the window.
The next moment, Si Jin coughed twice and weakly waved to him.
Assistant Jiang thought something had happened and hurried over.
But as soon as he arrived, Si Jin put down his chopsticks, his voice hoarse: "Brother Jiang, I really can't eat this noodle dish. I'm sorry, please...please don't be angry. I'll eat my food properly."
Special Assistant Jiang: ………
What a terrible thing! What terrible things has he done every day?
Sure enough, the next moment, Yu Linyuan's scolding voice came from the phone: "What kind of work is this? Send me your location, I'll go myself."
"Okay, Master Yu." Assistant Jiang took a deep breath and had just sent the location when he saw Si Jin pick up the noodles on the table and continue to eat them with relish.
"…………"
Jiang, who was about to explode with anger, was exasperated when Si Jin said quietly, "If you hook someone, I'll give you a raise."
Assistant Jiang nearly dropped his phone: "I don't need it, you..."
"You don't want it even if it's tripled? What a pity." Si Jin said methodically while eating, "Then I'll have to see if there's anyone else I can work with around Uncle Yu?"
Three...three times?
Assistant Jiang gritted his teeth and nodded: "Fine, I admit defeat. Good luck!"
It's not that he's confused, it's just that this kid is heartless.
I don't know why, but she looks delicate and weak, yet when she's quiet, her aura is inexplicably like that of a powerful man, or even stronger than that of a powerful man.
Besides, in all these years, it seems that Master Yu has never cared about anyone this much...
Fine, fine, he'll just have to endure it for the sake of money!
What if those two ancestors actually end up together?
… …
On the other side, Yu Linyuan went out and, as usual, went to buy cigarettes.
He has been smoking for five years. He always smokes when he is under a lot of pressure in business. It is a bad habit, but unfortunately, it is hard to break.
But when he took out his money, he suddenly felt a note in his suit. Yu Linyuan opened it and found it was written in beautiful, delicate handwriting.
[Uncle Yu, maybe next time we meet, could you give me a lollipop? Strawberry flavored ＾▽＾]
Yu Linyuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing when he had put the note on his person, but... he was inexplicably tempted.
"Sir," the cashier was still speaking, "how much are your cigarettes in total..."
"I don't want it anymore," Yu Linyuan suddenly said. "Do you sell candy here? Strawberry flavored."
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