Chapter 14: Differences in Financial Backers
When Zhu Yanshi learned that Fu Qi'an, as an outstanding student, needed to go to another school for exchange, he was still drowsy in the classroom.
Hearing the low voices of discussion beside him, all this drifted into his ears. His confused eyes suddenly opened and he stared at the blank book in front of him, stunned for a while.
Going to diplomacy?
Zhu Yanshi cheered up and secretly felt that Song Zhiyu was still efficient.
After class, Zhu Yanshi and Yuan Qing walked out of the classroom together and saw a man standing under a tree not far away.
The man was wearing a formal suit with a black tie tied meticulously. He was tall and had a good-looking face, which naturally attracted a lot of people's attention.
The other person came closer, and Zhu Yanshi found an excuse.
"I recently found a part-time job..."
"I'll leave first and bring you something delicious when I come back."
Zhu Yanshi patted Yuan Qing's arm, and when he left, he almost ran, as if he was escaping for his life.
Song Zhiyu stood beside Yuan Qing with a smile and handed her a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. It was a bunch of beautiful tulips, and the bright colors added a touch of vitality.
Yuan Qing's eyes were fixed on the direction where Zhu Yanshi disappeared.
When did he find a part-time job?
Why don’t you know it?
"There's a really good movie coming out recently, would you like to go watch it together?"
Song Zhiyu reached out and took the backpack from Yuan Qing's shoulders, his movements were gentlemanly and polite.
Yuan Qing didn't want to have too much communication with Song Zhiyu, but remembered Yuan Yongcheng's warning when she left the villa a few days ago.
"Recently, our family's project has been cooperating with the Song family..."
"Remember to please the young master of the Song family."
The words of refusal were stuck on the tip of my tongue, but I finally swallowed them.
Yuan Qing nodded, but his expression didn't show much interest. He just stared quietly at the road ahead.
The two of them talked about something on the way out of the campus, but Song Zhiyu could sense Yuan Qing's cold attitude.
He was not one to flirt with someone he liked, so he pursed his lips and suddenly felt a little bored.
When they were walking together before, they didn't have this feeling at all, but now that it's just the two of them, this awkward feeling is suddenly very obvious.
There was no noisy person around to bring up topics or say something interesting to make people laugh.
Song Zhiyu actually thought of Zhu Yanshi strangely.
Thinking of the other person's bright smiling face...
The whole journey was relatively silent. Even sitting in the cinema, it became even more boring after the attention was diverted.
Yuan Qing is undoubtedly a very outstanding person. Whether in terms of academic performance or his external conditions, he is far better than Zhu Yanshi.
But Song Zhiyu didn't know what was wrong with him. He couldn't even muster any interest at all.
The previous determination to get Yuan Qing disappeared without a trace.
So, this was Zhu Yanshi's strategy of playing hard to get?
Just to attract your attention?
In the cinema, the male actor read his lines with a wooden face and there was no sense of immersion at all.
The two people sitting together were thinking about other things.
Where did Yuan Qing go when he was thinking about Zhu Yan?
Song Zhiyu was recalling someone's behavior during this period.
After coming out of the cinema, Song Zhiyu casually suggested having dinner together. After Yuan Qing refused, the two of them calmly separated and returned to their respective areas.
The next few days of being alone together were even more boring.
Song Zhiyu has always been a person who follows his own heart. After he felt that such following was meaningless, he naturally decided to break up.
Yuan Qing didn't like him, and he didn't care much about Yuan Qing.
Naturally, after three private meetings, Song Zhiyu never took the initiative to make appointments with anyone again.
Yuan Qing was quite happy to have some free time, completing the competition he had recently signed up for in his dormitory.
It was rare for four people to gather in the dormitory. Zhu Yanshi's fingers were tapping on the keyboard, working on the latest plan.
Song Zhiyu has been too passive recently, and he has once again proved the saying that the emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuchs are.
Afraid that the commission will be forcibly terminated.
I plan to meet Song Zhiyu with the latest plan.
The dormitory was filled with the sound of chaotic typing. The fat guy and the thin guy were playing games, and the typing was very loud.
It was raining outside the window, and the raindrops wet the window.
The weather has taken a sharp turn for the worse recently, and everyone sitting in the dormitory has changed into cotton clothes.
Zhu Yanshi wrapped himself in four or five layers of clothing, but was still shivering from the cold.
It’s all because the clothes I bought were of poor quality and didn’t provide any warmth at all.
The business plan was almost finished, and Zhu Yanshi was impressed by his own brilliant writing skills.
There was a gentle pat on the shoulder, and Yuan Qing handed the freshly made pear juice to Zhu Yanshi.
After feeling that the boy was wearing an extremely thin cotton coat, Yuan Qing took out a down jacket from the closet.
"Your clothes are too thin. Wear mine."
"Don't catch a cold."
Zhu Yanshi took a sip of juice, looked at Yuan Qing with gratitude, and acted out crying on the spot.
This look was a bit exaggerated, but the other two people playing games in the dormitory were already used to it.
Zhu Yanshi is an extremely energetic actor.
But Yuan Qing didn't seem to think so. He took it seriously and frowned as he looked at the boy's red eyes.
He reached out and rubbed Zhu Yanshi's head comfortingly.
"You should have told me these..."
Zhu Yanshi took off the three layers of thin clothes on his body, put on a down jacket, and was wrapped in warmth in an instant.
Muttering softly.
"It's better to have money..."
He should buy himself some clothes in a couple of days. He can't dress like a child every day.
The down jacket carried a fragrance that belonged only to Yuan Qing. Zhu Yanshi was feeling a little drowsy while working on his plan, so he simply turned off the computer, turned around and climbed onto the bed.
"I'll take a nap."
As the sound died down, he fell asleep, and soon the sound of his even rising and falling breathing began to drift in.
Yuan Qing stopped writing with the pen in his hand, turned the chair around, leaned against the back of the chair, and his eyes fell quietly on Zhu Yanshi's sleeping face.
He could no longer remember when he started to like staring at Zhu Yanshi like this.
It seems like it started when the other party said he didn’t like Song Zhiyu?
It seems to be even earlier...
Growing up with Zhu Yanshi, Yuan Qing is more familiar with his childhood friend's personality than anyone else.
Yuan Qing thought that his personality suddenly changed, as if he had completely split into another person.
Was this Zhu Yanshi's strategy to attract Song Zhiyu's new replacement?
Or is it that the person has developed a split personality due to the stimulation?
or……
In a body, a completely unfamiliar soul appeared...
The cold eyes fell on the sleeping boy. The other party seemed to notice and turned over with his back to Yuan Qing, revealing the back of his neck with fair skin.
Yuan Qing bent his joints, making a few slight bone cracking sounds.
Zhu Yanshi was sleeping and felt that he was being stared at by a pair of scarlet eyes hidden in the darkness.
The beast hiding in the darkness had already turned red with hunger, but was still watching his every move vigilantly.
As soon as he showed his back, the other party would pounce on him without hesitation and bite his neck hard with its big mouth full of fangs.
Then you'll hear the creepy sound of bones breaking.
Zhu Yanshi subconsciously turned over and curled up tightly.
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The rain outside the window gradually stopped, in the top-floor office of Xinqi Technology.
The transparent panoramic glass windows were wet with rain, and water droplets slid down the outer surface of the glass, covering the whole world with a hazy color.
In the office, the man finished the work at hand, leaned back in his chair, and turned his head to look at the rain outside the window.
There is absolutely no motivation to go out.
Song Zhiyu has been overwhelmed by a product research work recently. Some time ago, he dismissed an engineer. The engineer was proficient in the knowledge and research results of this product, but because of his frequent lateness and early departure, and continuous small mistakes in his work, he was dismissed by Song Zhiyu.
Song Zhiyu is a casual person, but he is a complete perfectionist at work and cannot tolerate any mistakes in his work.
Especially for someone who makes mistakes so frequently.
Before leaving, the other party felt humiliated and yelled towards the company gate.
"Even if you beg me to come back, I won't come back!"
"Bah! Dog company!"
Product research work is currently imminent and needs to be launched in April ahead of schedule to gain a lead time advantage.
However, the engineer who was proficient in the research of this product was dismissed by Song Zhiyu, and it was impossible for others to master the knowledge in a short period of time and take over to complete the subsequent development.
Song Zhiyu was in no mood to care about so-called love affairs, and he almost moved his quilt to sleep in the office.
Two days ago, the arrogant President Song finally bowed his head and sent his most capable assistant to discuss the contract renewal with the dismissed engineer in detail.
The other party refused very straightforwardly, just leaving a sentence.
"I told you I wouldn't come back even if you begged me to!"
Carrying a washed-out canvas bag, he turned around and left with his head held high.
Just when he was frowning, Song Zhiyu stared at the raindrops outside the window that were falling continuously.
Hearing the landline connected to the front desk on the table ringing, Song Zhiyu reached out and hooked the phone to his ear, his upturned peach blossom eyes drooping, with no energy.
Ask: "What's the matter?"
The girl at the front desk spoke in a low, soft voice, "Mr. Song...someone is looking for you."
"Do you need me to teach you how to do this?"
Song Zhiyu frowned.
"If you have an appointment, wait. If you don't have an appointment, get out..."
Just as I was about to put down the phone, the little girl's voice came over again tremblingly.
"He said you were his financial backer..."
Song Zhiyu almost dropped the phone.
"What's your name?"
“…Zhu Yanshi.” The receptionist answered.
"Let him roll up."
Song Zhiyu slammed the phone on the landline.
Downstairs, the young man holding the plan in his hand smiled at the girl at the front desk, turned and entered the president's exclusive elevator that the girl had just pointed out.
Zhu Yanshi stood in the exquisitely decorated exclusive elevator. It was his first time to experience this exclusive benefit for the president.
Looking around, I felt that it was no wonder that so many people were vying to become president.
The president's elevator was right next to the ordinary employee elevator. He looked at the employees squeezing into the elevator in a mess and stepped into his own exclusive elevator with an expressionless face.
Zhu Yanshi couldn't even imagine how great this feeling would be.
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