Chapter 7 Prejudice I've thought about it, and it's better for you to go to the appointment on your own on Sunday...
After this terrible state lasted for two days, Qin Cangye finally couldn't help it. During an extremely boring shareholders' meeting, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Li Jinmiao: Let's have dinner together tonight?
"Vice President Qin, what do you think of these investment plans?" someone asked, interrupting Qin Cangye's thoughts.
Qin Cangye put down his phone, raised his head, and swept a cold gaze over the shareholders and executives present. He asked, "I already rejected these investments at the last meeting. Why are you still discussing them today? Have you all lost your memory?"
Qin Cangye's voice was quiet, but his tone was cold. His overwhelming aura made everyone in the conference room bow their heads. Several older directors wiped the sweat from their foreheads, looking at each other with their heads lowered. Finally, they singled out one of them with their eyes and said, "Vice Chairman Qin, these projects were a key focus for Chairman Qin before he was hospitalized. You're just... just rejecting them like that. Isn't that a bad idea?"
After saying that, he chuckled a few times, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.
Everyone present knew that Qin Cangye and his grandfather, Qin Weishu, were two fierce tigers entrenched in Ronghua Capital. But there was no room for two tigers in one mountain. Although the two men appeared to be on good terms on the surface, their secret rivalry never ceased.
Ronghua Capital's senior management slowly began to take sides. This was a development Qin Weishu welcomed. His goal was to cultivate Qin Cangye into a strong heir who would disregard all relatives and prioritize profit over all else, rather than an indecisive, emotionally driven loser. Despite this, Qin Weishu never gave in to Qin Cangye. He had emphasized at the board meeting that as long as he lived, he was the foundation of Ronghua Capital! Only after his death could the Qin family's seeds take root and sprout in the land of Ronghua!
Qin Cangye sneered at this.
Everyone knew that even if Qin Cangye did nothing, Ronghua Capital would eventually be his. Even the most powerful tiger could not escape the fate of slowly decaying and being buried in the earth in old age. So now, no one dared to offend Qin Cangye, and certainly no one dared to offend the still-living Qin Weishu.
"Boss Chen," Qin Cangye stared at Chen Lang, a senior executive of Qin Weishu's faction, who had stepped forward. He stared at him for a long time, until his scalp tingled. Then he smiled and said, "Okay, since you think these projects must be taken seriously, then I'll give you full responsibility for them. Do your best and don't let Boss Qin down. Meeting adjourned!"
Qin Cangye stood up and walked out of the meeting room with a cold air.
Chen Lang stood frozen in his seat, wanting to cry but unable to, wailing inwardly: "These are projects for the Northern Region! How can I carry them out if I'm the only one in charge of the Southern Region?"
Qin Cangye had just walked out of the meeting room when his phone vibrated several times. He opened it and saw Li Jinmiao's sarcastic reply: "Tomorrow is only Wednesday! Is the busy man Qin living a confused life?"
Qin Cangye's face darkened visibly. He clenched his phone tightly, wishing he could smash it on Li Jinmiao's desk.
Too impatient, I am indeed too impatient!
Qin Cangye strode back to his office and sat down in his office chair. He frowned in thought, his face gloomy, and his eyes seemed to flash with lightning and thunder.
Assistant Wu Heng immediately straightened his posture and waited respectfully on the side. He thought Qin Cangye was planning a massive retaliation against Chen Lang, but after waiting for a long time, he only heard a chuckle: "Isn't it quite interesting to endure like this? A life that has no purpose has given me so much to look forward to..."
The taciturn Wu Heng uttered a silent "ah" and lost himself in pondering Qin Cangye's words.
Who? Should it be... Chen Lang?
In the General Manager's office of Feiyue Games in the Near East Software Park, Li Jinmiao stared at the few words Qin Cangye had sent her for a long time. She simply couldn't understand why Qin Cangye's attitude had suddenly changed, even going so far as to invite her to dinner in advance, when nothing had been revealed.
After pondering for a few minutes, she stood up and muttered to herself, "Could it be... He really didn't see through Nuonuo's identity? He thought Nuonuo was me, Li Jinmiao, because he never understood what kind of person I am! Maybe it was just a coincidence that day, he immediately took a liking to Nuonuo after talking to her for a few words!"
If that's the case, should Nuonuo still be allowed to go to the appointment this Sunday?
Li Jinmiao was extremely troubled. After struggling for a long time, she scratched her head irritably and said, "Forget it. I don't have time to think about it. I'll talk about it later!"
Walking out of the office, Li Jinmiao saw Ji Wenjun preparing to go out for lunch together, and shouted, "Hey, Xiao Ji, I have a meeting this afternoon and need to prepare some ingredients. After lunch, please help me get in line at Aunt Zhang's Malatang at the back door to buy a fat-reducing set meal."
Ji Wenjun was startled and asked his first question: "Mr. Li, are you still eating at street stalls?"
Li Jinmiao rolled his eyes at him and said, "That's the healthiest, most hygienic, most delicious, and most affordable street food I've ever had!"
Ji Wenjun said "oh" and asked the second question: "Mr. Li, where is your assistant Zhang?"
Li Jinmiao rolled up his sleeves in anger. "Old Zhang went to meet our investor early! Why are you asking so many questions when I ask you to buy a meal? Are you going to buy it or not?"
"Buy, buy, buy!" Ji Wenjun laughed, grabbed a few colleagues and ran out.
After lunch, Ji Wenjun came alone to the back door of the software park, which had a very busy flow of people. Amid the noisy hawking, he found the quietest stall: Aunt Zhang Malatang.
There were more than a dozen people in front of him. Ji Wenjun, who was bored standing in line, took out his mobile phone and started a new round of message bombardment to Su Yinuo.
——Nuo Nuo, have you eaten yet? I just finished my meal, beef noodles! What did you have for lunch? [Hee hee][Hee hee]
——Are you still busy? Don’t you ever slack off at work? Haha, you’re really a three-good employee [thumbs-up][thumbs-up][thumbs-up]
——I tell you, Nono!
—My boss, Mr. Li, the sole heir to the Li Group! And he actually asked me to buy her a road! Side! A stall! A rich second-generation kid actually loves to eat road! Side! Stall! [Shocked][Shocked]
——I was really shocked!! [Shocked][Shocked]
——What's so delicious about this roadside stall? It's informal, unhealthy, and unhygienic [speechless][speechless]
——I never eat this kind of food from street vendors since I was a child. This kind of food just smells good. Who knows if it uses gutter oil? [despise][despise][despise]
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Up ahead, Su Yinuo, who was extremely busy, had the phone in her pocket vibrating non-stop. She knew without even looking that it was another message from Ji Wenjun.
Ji Wenjun had been sending numerous messages these past few days, sometimes even during work hours. Su Yinuo was speechless, even considering reporting him to Li Jinmiao.
Although it is indeed very annoying, I have to say, it is also quite interesting.
After the busy peak period, when Su Yinuo had some free time, she would always be amused by some funny stories sent by Ji Wenjun when she opened her phone. He would also often send some of his paintings. As an original artist, Ji Wenjun's painting skills were simply amazing, and the works he sent would often make Su Yinuo amazed.
Su Yinuo packed a portion of spicy hot pot and handed it to the customer. She adjusted her gloves and waited for the next customer's order.
The customer who was scrolling through his phone in the corner of his eye stepped forward, put down his phone, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Um... well, I'd like a fat-reducing set meal. Do you want me to choose the dishes myself?"
The voice was surprisingly familiar. Su Yinuo raised her head and was surprised to see Ji Wenjun's face, which was completely different from his usual smooth-talking appearance.
Ji Wenjun's expression at this moment was a little cold, and beneath his slightly furrowed brows, there was a bit of contempt that Su Yinuo was used to seeing.
My heart felt a little cold, but Su Yinuo didn't say much. She treated him like a stranger and said, "No need. The dishes in the fat-reducing set meal are fixed. Please wait a moment, customer."
Ji Wenjun suddenly looked at Su Yinuo, staring at her wearing a mask and a hat, trying to see her face clearly under her bangs.
"Aunt Zhang, I also want a fat-reducing meal. Let's make it together."
The shout from someone behind him dispelled Ji Wenjun's doubts. Ji Wenjun pulled the corner of his mouth in self-mockery and thought to himself: How is it possible? How could this aunt be so different? It's just the voice that's similar.
The busy hours lasted until one o'clock, just after the lunch rush. After seeing off a few scattered customers, it was not until half past one that the back door of the software park finally quieted down. Su Yinuo took off her chef's gloves, relaxed her aching waist, sat on a small stool, and took out her phone.
Ji Wenjun's profile picture still had a small red dot on it. Clicking through the twenty-odd unread messages, Su Yinuo's finger stopped at the words, "I've never eaten street vendor food since I was a child." She stared blankly at Ji Wenjun's blatantly dismissive words, feeling a mixture of emotions.
She was not angry with Ji Wenjun because what Ji Wenjun said was normal. Roadside stalls were indeed not regulated and were indeed informal. The sanitary conditions depended entirely on the stall owner's personal habits and moral ethics.
She is already trying her best to do her best. The ingredients are all the freshest, and she will not buy low-quality disposable lunch boxes. The small bowls for ingredients and seasonings are cleaned every day, the soup is never reused, and the cooking oil is also a regular product purchased from the supermarket.
But even so, it still cannot change the prejudice of many people.
Su Yinuo understood this prejudice. After all, she couldn't show everything she did to customers. So she wasn't angry with Ji Wenjun, but she felt a little sad because of this prejudice, she was destined to never become true friends with some people.
Although she had never been in a relationship, Su Yinuo could easily see Ji Wenjun's intentions. His persistent messaging was simply a pursuit of her. Su Yinuo had originally planned to be friends with him first, but now it seemed that being friends was a waste of her time and energy.
She knew that setting up a stall was considered shameful by many people, but she couldn't give up this low-cost, low-entry, and well-paid job just because of other people's opinions. She also didn't want to deceive Ji Wenjun, so she sighed deeply and blocked Ji Wenjun.
Then, she immediately thought of Qin Cangye again.
In fact, she often thought of Qin Cangye these days.
He was the most unique, dazzling person she had ever met. He was someone she had only admired through a screen, someone from a completely different world. Taking on Li Jinmiao's identity had given her the chance to intersect with his life, but these past few days, she'd often fantasized about what it would be like if Li Jinmiao could finally break off the engagement, freeing her from hiding her true identity. Would they be friends?
At this moment, she got the answer: impossible.
How could such an elegant and noble man like him stop in front of this spicy hot pot stall with a friendly smile, surrounded by crowds of people, constant hawking and lingering smoke?
Sighing deeply again, Su Yinuo sent a message to Li Jinmiao: I'm sorry, Sister Miaomiao, I'm really sorry. I've thought about it and you should go to the appointment by yourself on Sunday.
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