Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, the unfinished building in Shujiashan, a northern suburb, urgently needs to be rescued...
Lan Qin had worked at Xingyu Feiyu for over seven years and thought she knew Mr. Wei quite well. She knew that he was a dashing man, wealthy, quick-witted, and decisive. His only weakness was that he had a godson who was quite ordinary in every way.
And according to her observation, the relationship between Mr. Wei and Wei Xiaoming is definitely more than just a simple adoptive father and son.
For example, today, they went to the school to visit Wei Xiaoming. Boss Wei, who is worth billions, actually sat on a small bench in the dance studio and watched the group dance rehearsal for an entire afternoon. He was also forced to follow the local customs and drank two large bottles of sparkling drinks.
Although it was unreasonable, it at least made him feel good for the day.
However, after the dinner, President Wei knew that Wei Xiaoming would come over in the evening, but he acquiesced to Kim Ki-duk sending Wen Zichuan to his bed. As a result, Wei Xiaoming was not jealous or angry, but chatted with Wen Zichuan for a while, and then fell asleep heartlessly.
It's natural for Mr. Wei to be irritable.
As a mature woman over 30, Lan Qin could see what President Wei was thinking about his godson, but the way he pursued her was so clumsy and boring that even high school boys wouldn't bother playing like that. It was understandable that Wei Xiaoming didn't accept his move.
She thought for a moment and changed the subject: "How do you plan to respond to Mr. Jin?"
"The person who sent it is very good. I will be staying in Dengyuan next month. Please come visit more often, Teacher Wen." Wei Jing changed his tone to understated.
You see, when it comes to interests, President Wei is still the shrewd and wise President Wei.
Traveling is always boring. After chatting with Mr. Wei for a few minutes, Lan Qin no longer felt sleepy.
She took out a pen and paper, briefly ticked the timeline, and sorted out some recent events.
About two years ago, Xingyu Feiyu, together with a real estate company, lost the bid for a commercial land in the northern suburbs of Dengyuan. The winning bidder was Xingteng Real Estate, whose boss was Quan.
The planned film and television base was turned into a homestay and farm stay, which put a large number of projects that Xingyu Feiyu had contacted at risk of breach of contract. Wei Jing could not swallow this and found many ways to restrict the capital recovery of Xingteng Real Estate.
In order to ensure the smooth implementation of the project and win this invisible business war, Quan Xingteng was embezzling funds from another villa residential project. The most direct result was that a large area of unfinished buildings was left in the villa residential development area - Shujiashan area in the north of the city.
Mr. Wei may not be familiar with the real estate industry, but manipulating public opinion is Xingyu Feiyu's strong point.
Soon, rumors of bad feng shui in Shujiashan spread across various media outlets and social media platforms, urging people not to buy homes or businesses there, fearing they might be possessed by a ghost. Initially, few believed the rumor, but it only became more plausible when they saw the gray brick buildings and the dark, ghostly-eyed windows.
But for Xingteng Real Estate, everything is not over yet.
At that time, the emerging audio platform Second Voice was in a critical stage of rapid expansion. Kim Ki-duk was eager to gain the favor of Xingyu Feiyu and President Wei. During private interactions, he learned about the grievances between President Wei and Quan Xingteng. He used a clever trick to instruct Mu Qi to report Xiao Quanzong and sent Quan Xingteng's only son to the police station.
Things always lead to things. Before Quan Xingteng could react, the story of the father and son withholding wages had spread all over the city. Overnight, the reputation of Xingteng Real Estate plummeted, and even the authorities were considering stopping cooperation on the homestay and farm stay project.
Lan Qin's mind was clear as a mirror. To some extent, today's dinner was a celebration banquet. All those who participated in the overthrow of Quan Xingteng were present. The amount of wine they drank represented their loyalty to President Wei.
"Mr. Wei, are you really planning to increase your investment in Second Voice?" She circled Second Voice on the paper and wrote "20%", indicating that Mr. Wei held a 20% stake in Second Voice.
"The flattery they just gave us needs to be heard." Wei Jing seemed to be smiling, but there was not much smile in his eyes. "Let's maintain the necessary cooperative relationship. If they have good projects, we can participate, but don't invest directly in the company."
"I see. However, the project proposal they recently submitted doesn't have any innovations, only a voice actor idol plan. Overall, it's still quite commendable."
"I'm not optimistic."
"Can you tell me why?"
"The entertainment industry is essentially about consuming appearances. If an artist has a good voice and good looks, they can transition to acting. Will they be content with being a voice actor idol? If their conditions aren't so good and they can't transition, and they can only hang the label of 'voice actor idol', then for fans, that's just a second best. Fans spend money to support their idols, so of course they want to believe they're supporting the best, not some defective product."
Lan Qin thought about what he said, then opened the relevant data of the company's artists and browsed through it again.
Affected by the tightening policies in the entertainment industry, Xingyu Feiyu is also actively adjusting its investment direction and artist training strategies.
For example, Wei Xiaoming previously studied singing and dancing abroad, planning to debut as an idol, but was called back last year and was admitted to Dengyuan Art Academy to study acting, transitioning to an actor; for another example, President Wei is very optimistic about the online drama market, as well as the more down-to-earth video short dramas, and has supported several studios in project research and development; finally, in terms of music, artists who can only sing have basically terminated their contracts, and those who remain are talented singer-songwriters who can both write and sing.
Speaking of singers, Lan Qin asked tentatively, "Boss Wei, Liu Shixing..."
"Don't mention this person in front of me anymore, it's bad luck!"
"Then should we urge him to pay the money he owes the company?"
"Didn't he say he was going to Dengyuan to find his friends to raise money? They'd send someone to watch him, and if he didn't pay up by the deadline, they'd kidnap him and have his friends pay for his ransom."
In the week leading up to New Year’s Day, I have to work six days because of the adjustment of holidays.
When the porcelain exhibition was being dismantled, the Cultural Relics Protection Center was carrying out routine maintenance on the exhibited cultural relics. Cheng Sizhou was fortunate enough to see the six-handled porcelain gui again.
He looked at it a few more times and couldn't help but sigh that this shape was really rare, so rare that if he showed it to antique dealers, they would refuse to buy it.
So what happened back then cannot be entirely blamed on Gu Yanxun for being too credulous. This weird thing turned out to be exactly the same as this one. Anyone who saw it would be puzzled. I wonder what the first person who dug it out was thinking. Would he be so shocked that he couldn't sleep?
"I was on a business trip last week and brought you some things. I put them on the shelf at the door. Remember to take them." Yu Ming said indifferently when he passed by him.
"No, shouldn't gifts be delivered to your door? Why do I have to take it myself? I'm not begging!" Cheng Sizhou said he was disgusted, but his body was honest. Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, he took off his hat, mask, and gloves, and ran to the door excitedly to see what goodies Senior Brother Yu brought him. "Is this... chocolate?"
It’s not just chocolate, it’s imported chocolate with exquisite and beautiful packaging that looks very appealing.
The point is, two boxes that are exactly the same.
What does it mean? A code?
Two six-ear porcelain gui bottles appeared? Two boxes of chocolates too?
"Brother Yu - why did you give me this?" Cheng Sizhou spoke in a very loud voice with an indescribable sense of showing off, as if he was afraid that others didn't know how popular he was and that even someone as cold as Yu Ming was willing to give him a gift.
"If you don't want it, give it back to me." Yu Ming's face was full of coldness.
"Yes, yes, yes!" The little Shiba Inu held the box and nodded randomly. Then he thought of something, "Wait! Giving me chocolate seems too ambiguous! Just say you don't have a crush on me!"
"Get lost!" Civilized people generally don't swear, but once they do, it can be particularly hurtful.
Cheng Sizhou glanced at the beautiful gift in his arms, and an idea suddenly struck him. He took out his phone and sent a message to Xu Yang: "Let's have lunch together at noon. I have something to tell you."
Xu Yang replied: "Okay, I also happen to have something to tell you."
Cheng Sizhou typed: "Let's go, I'll treat you to Ximen Clay Pot Soup."
Xu Yang sent an "OK" cartoon expression, shaking his head, which was very cute.
After reading the message, Cheng Sizhou looked up and received a glare from Yu Ming.
Although he was reluctant, he still squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Master, that brother, do you want to have lunch together?"
"No thanks." Yu Ming refused bluntly.
Cheng Sizhou grinned, it was just as he expected.
He quickly packed his things, put on his down jacket, picked up the two boxes of chocolates, and waited at the west gate for almost ten minutes before Xu Yang showed up.
"What took you so long?" Cheng Sizhou said, white steam coming out of his mouth and nose. "How does that saying go? If you're not active in eating, there's something wrong with your thinking."
It was freezing cold, and Xu Yang was wrapped up like a dumpling. "Sister Yang reassured us. Didn't they say the Lantern Festival would be moved to Shujiashan? But only the main building is almost finished. The warehouse design is on display, and the implementation plan has been reviewed several times and hasn't been finalized yet. It's estimated to be at least six months away. Our social education program will follow the exhibition, so we won't be moving for a while."
"That's great. We both don't have a car anyway. I heard that Shujiashan will have a subway line next year or two, so we don't have to get up early to catch the bus."
The clay pot soup restaurant is not far away and you can get there in just a few words.
This is the most comfortable thing to eat in winter. Just drink a mouthful of hot soup with rice, and you will see beads of sweat on the tip of your nose.
"Hey, that's not..."
As Cheng Sizhou and Xu Yang entered, they saw a familiar figure standing at a table not far from the door: "Brother Yu...?"
Yu Ming turned around and gave them a blank look.
Cheng Sizhou was puzzled: "Aren't you going to eat with us?"
Yu Ming remained indifferent: "I don't know, you guys come here to eat."
"Don't you usually eat in the cafeteria?"
"Can't you try a different taste?"
Cheng Sizhou had no choice. Who had run into this? He could, reluctantly, share a table, but he'd have to ask Yangyang if she minded.
"Um, hello, Senior Brother Yu." Xu Yang's voice was as soft as a mosquito.
"Well, hello." Yu Ming became even stiffer.
"Senior Brother Cheng and I need to talk about some, um, personal matters, so I won't disturb you while you're eating." Xu Yang pushed Cheng Sizhou, "Senior Brother, let's go to the table inside."
"Oh, okay." Cheng Sizhou waved to Yu Ming and was dragged into a small corner of the restaurant by Xu Yang.
"Why are you so afraid of him? He's not a monster." He knew that his junior sister liked Yu Ming, but she shouldn't become humble because of her love.
"My family is arranging a blind date for me again. The bouquet of flowers I posted on WeChat Moments a long time ago was given to me by my blind date," said Xu Yang.
"Congratulations, you've escaped the curse of Yu Dabing."
"How can I escape?" Xu Yang smiled bitterly. "I can't help but compare myself to everyone I meet, but I also feel like no one can compare to him."
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