Yao Lili chatted with the woman for a while. The woman was very talkative and a designer, so they had a lot in common.
As the two were talking, they attracted several more people, and Lu Yang quickly greeted them along with another designer.
After the three-day clothing trade fair, Lu Yang and his team closed three deals.
He held a special meeting to explain the client requirements for all three deals.
Finally, the finance department was notified that all employees in the factory would receive a raise of 80 yuan next month.
Everyone who heard the news couldn't hide their joy.
This was exactly the effect Lu Yang wanted: to make everyone in the factory understand that the better the factory performed, the better they would live.
If no matter how much money the factory makes, they only earn the same fixed amount of wages, they will naturally become passive and unmotivated to work.
After the meeting, Lu Yang asked Yao Lili and the other two designers with a smile, "We'll have to work overtime for a while longer. Can you handle it?"
Yao Lili nodded and said, "I'm fine."
The other two designers were also full of passion.
Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief. When he got home, he discovered that Li Xingran's letter had arrived two days earlier.
After reading the letter, he quickly replied and mailed it out overnight.
On his way back, he received a call from Zheng Wei.
"Boss, that man's name is Han Bingcheng. He sent someone to sell that flower and bird painting, but Bai Bin from the calligraphy and painting association noticed it."
"The calligraphy and painting association wants to hold them accountable, so Han Bingcheng pushed the painting seller and Lu Yaoquan out to take the fall."
Lu Yang was taken aback: "That's quite a commotion!"
Zheng Wei laughed and said, "That's right. I don't know the specifics of Lu Yao's situation in Haishi, but the person who sold the paintings will be sentenced."
Lu Yang pursed his lips, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Is Han Bingcheng still in Kyoto?"
Zheng Wei replied, "Yes, I also donated two traditional Chinese paintings to a museum in Kyoto, which won high praise."
"Bai Bin couldn't continue to involve him in the matter of selling counterfeit goods, so he got away with it."
Lu Yang gripped his mobile phone tightly, feeling a sinking feeling in his heart. Sure enough, big shots with money weren't so easy to deal with.
Fortunately, he didn't act impulsively and target Han Bingcheng and Lu Yao himself. If Han Bingcheng had set his sights on him, he probably wouldn't have been able to beat him.
After chatting briefly, Lu Yang urged, "Go to Hai City and find out about Lu Yao's situation. Be careful."
As he spoke, he quickly walked into a bank and transferred two thousand yuan to Zheng Wei.
Upon receiving the message, Zheng Wei quickly replied, "Don't worry, boss, I will definitely complete the task."
When it comes to his cash cow, Zheng Wei's service attitude is top-notch.
Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief, hung up the phone, and went home exhausted, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
However, at this moment, Lu Yao was handcuffed in the interrogation room, his eyes bloodshot, and he said weakly, "I really just sold it as an ordinary painting, for only forty yuan. I don't know anything else!"
If he confesses, he'll definitely go to jail, so he absolutely cannot confess.
After being detained for forty-eight hours, Lu Yao was finally bailed out.
Lu Yao, still using crutches, staggered out of the police station, only to be stopped by Lu Jianjun who rushed over.
"Xiao Yao, are you alright?"
Lu Jianjun supported Lu Yao with heartache, his voice choked with sobs.
Lu Yao said weakly, "Take me to...the hospital."
Lu Jianjun quickly picked him up, hailed a taxi, and rushed to the hospital.
After undergoing a series of examinations at the hospital and receiving an injection of nutritional supplements, Lu Yao finally recovered.
He devoured the braised beef that Lu Jianjun had bought for him in one breath and drank a whole bottle of water before he finally came to his senses.
He never wants to go to that awful place again in his life.
Having been away from school for so long, Lu Yao had to take a leave of absence and will continue as a junior next year.
Lu Jianjun looked at him with a face full of heartache, but dared not say anything about the ancient painting, because there were more than just the two of them staying in this ward.
The two remained silent for a long time. Lu Yao closed his eyes wearily and slept for a whole day and night.
When he woke up again, he was in better spirits. He turned his head and saw the young man who had asked him for the painting standing by his bedside.
"Xia Qing, what are you doing here again?"
Lu Yao said through gritted teeth, "If it weren't for Mr. Han, I wouldn't have almost gone to jail."
Xia Qing said expressionlessly, "If it weren't for Mr. Han, you would have been cut into several pieces and thrown into the Huangpu River long ago."
A flicker of fear crossed Lu Yao's eyes. He struggled to control his emotions and asked, "What exactly are you doing here?"
Xia Qing said calmly, "Mr. Han will be back next month. He told you to rest well this month and go see him at the usual place next month."
Lu Yao tried hard to control his emotions. He knew he couldn't get rid of Mr. Han, so he squeezed out three words through gritted teeth: "I understand."
Xia Qing snorted coldly, ignoring his attitude, and turned to leave.
After Lu Yao waited for him to leave, he grabbed a pillow and threw it hard on the ground, his eyes filled with malice.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his expression remained ferocious.
Lu Jianjun didn't dare to breathe and stood leaning against the wall.
Once Lu Yao had completely calmed down, he whispered, "You don't need to be hospitalized for a long time. Let's go out and rent a place."
Lu Yao was too lazy to bother with such trivial matters. He snorted, covered his head with the blanket, and continued to sleep.
Lu Jianjun was completely focused on Lu Yao, and forgot all about his mother.
With no one to take care of her, Old Mrs. Lu's health has deteriorated significantly. Her house is empty, and there's no one to talk to. Her mental state has also deteriorated to the extreme.
She couldn't help but regret how she had treated Lu Yang and his mother; once they left, the family fell apart.
It's already the end of November, and there's not a single piece of firewood left in the house.
In previous years, Lu Yang would have gone into the mountains to gather firewood by this time of year, and his mother would take Lu Xing and Lu Yue to the fields to husk corn.
The house always feels warm and inviting, with hot meals every day and a cozy atmosphere.
She still can't understand why she insisted on causing trouble in the first place.
After much thought, she could only come up with one possibility: that Guan Xiuqin had instigated it.
I never thought about it carefully before, but now that I think about it, it seems that every time there was a conflict in their family, it was Guan Xiuqin who instigated it.
Guan Xiuqin, like her, does nothing but seem to spend her days looking for trouble with Lu Yang and his four children.
She and Lu Jianjun actually believed it and helped Guan Xiuqin suppress her and her four children.
She now feels increasingly stupid for having been instigated by Guan Xiuqin. She doesn't look for her own mistakes, nor does she hate her son, but she hates Guan Xiuqin the most.
"Aunt Lu, they're showing an open-air movie in the village, aren't you going to go?"
Just then, a passing villager interrupted Old Mrs. Lu's thoughts.
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