Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Novel Rules
First, explain the cause and effect of the matter and clear your name. Then what?
In fact, Mr. Jiang’s attitude is probably similar to Jiang Shaoming’s. They are both not interested in details and only focus on the results. The result is that Jiang Yue is now accused of sexual assault, which has damaged the image of Yueer Group and caused its stock price to plummet.
So, do we need to come up with follow-up remedial measures?
But she doesn't understand business matters. How can her making up stories be of any use to the world?
Before I could figure out what to do, Jiang Yue came out, wearing a loose bathrobe that exposed his chest and calves.
Wen Yao felt a little embarrassed. She wondered if she had misunderstood. Jiang Yue didn't want to discuss countermeasures with her, but was planning to let her leave while he was taking a shower?
"Are you going to change clothes and go to the old house? Or should I go back to my room first?" she said immediately.
Jiang Yue wiped his hair and said, "No, I'm not going over there."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the hair dryer and was about to blow his hair when he glanced at Wen Yao and said, "Help me blow my hair."
Wen Yao was puzzled: "Don't you have hands?"
Jiang Yue sighed, a look of disappointment on his face: "Tired."
Seeing him like this, Wen Yao compromised. She could indeed understand. For example, sometimes when she failed in writing a novel, she would feel tired, not want to do anything, and lose all fighting spirit.
"Okay then, I'll blow you."
Jiang Yue lowered his head and smiled lightly, but when he looked up, the smile on his face had disappeared and he handed her the hair dryer.
He was half lying on the sofa, closing his eyes as if he was resting, or as if he was thinking. Wen Yao carefully blew his hair.
She had never blow-dried anyone's hair before, so she tested the distance with her hands first, and then blew it slowly. But his hair was not a buzz cut, but thick black hair that could be styled. It would not dry well if she just blow-dried it outside, she had to move it a little.
The action of combing a man's hair is considered very intimate...
My face felt hot involuntarily.
But if she said there were differences between men and women and she refused to blow him, would he look at her sarcastically and say, "What are you thinking about? You're a toad with amorous desires?"
Yes, considering his character, it would be an understatement to say that.
Wen Yao was a little angry with herself because of what she thought. After thinking it over, she carefully parted his hair without touching his scalp and blew the wet hair inside. She did this several times and her technique became more and more proficient. It was pretty good.
He suddenly moved, and she took him by surprise, inserting her fingers into his hair, pressing them against his scalp.
Wen Yao was startled when she felt the warmth on her scalp. She retracted her hand as if she had been scalded. The heat instantly spread from her fingers to her whole body, making her feel the heat in the room.
In novels, there's often a scene where the heroine's hand is inserted into the hero's hair, cradling his head... Well, that was a long time ago, when descriptions below the neck were still allowed. Occasionally, there would be a few sex scenes with this description, and it would make people feel shy and sweet, grinning foolishly while holding their phones...
No, what was she thinking? Why would blowing her hair make her think of sex? How is that any different from thinking of childbirth when she sees an arm? As a novelist, she's seen it all. Where's her integrity?
Wen Yao finally learned her lesson and kicked out all the messy thoughts in her head. In order to hide her wandering thoughts, she asked Jiang Yue, "You just said you weren't going to look for your grandfather, so what are you going to do?"
Jiang Yue took a deep breath and said nothing.
This is what Wen Yao is most worried about. She is afraid that he will be unable to recover and simply give up, and go down the extreme path like the plot.
"I'm going to resign from my position as president of Yueer Group."
"Ah?" Wen Yao was shocked. She thought she had misheard.
Jiang Yue reminded her: "Move, it's hot."
Wen Yao quickly moved the hair dryer further away and changed the location. Although he had a lot of hair, it was almost dry after drying it for so long. Wen Yao simply turned off the hair dryer and asked him, "Are you serious? Or is this some kind of strategy, a game of retreat to advance, playing hard to get?"
"Really, it's not a strategy." Jiang Yue replied.
Wen Yao couldn't believe it even more. She stared at him blankly, wondering if he was really going to throw the jar into chaos.
After pondering for a moment, she deliberately slowed her tone, making her words sound gentle, considerate, and full of love: "What's wrong? Are you discouraged? Don't be too sad. Ups and downs are normal in life. This time it's still my fault. You've done very well. The situation is indeed a bit difficult now, but if we work together to find a way, we will definitely get through it."
Jiang Yue couldn't help laughing as he listened to her earnest advice.
"I just observed the dozens of novels on your website's rankings and found a problem."
"Um?"
After his hair was blow-dried, Jiang Yue still lay on the sofa, his hair flowing smoothly downward, revealing his oval forehead with a neat hairline. From this angle, the arrogance he used to look down on people with his chin disappeared, and he looked like an approachable and warm little brother.
Wen Yao put down the hair dryer and sat next to him. She found that his brows were relaxed and his expression was calm. He didn't look depressed or resentful at all.
Jiang Yue said, "In these novels, the male protagonist is most likely the CEO of a family business, and he's definitely the ultimate decision-maker within the company. There's rarely anyone who's inferior to him."
Wen Yao thought, of course, otherwise how could he be the protagonist? Then she asked him, "And then?"
Jiang Yue said, "So Jiang Lin will definitely become the final decision maker of the Jiang family's business. It's God's will. I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat him even in two lifetimes."
Wen Yao felt that he was right about this.
This is how the plot ultimately unfolds. Even if they possess the ability to predict the future, they can't match Jiang Lin's aura as the protagonist. Everything that has happened before proves this point. It's like the world they inhabit has a huge gravitational pull, which pulls Jiang Lin to the pinnacle of kingship and draws Jiang Yue to the opposite extreme, becoming Jiang Lin's counterpart.
Their power to resist was so weak that they could do nothing.
"So I either had to be under him and become his subordinate, or leave, and I chose to leave," Jiang Yue said.
Wen Yao was surprised again, "Then where are you going?"
Jiang Yue glanced at her, stood up from the sofa, and sat down in front of her: "Anyway, it's a safe place, a place where I won't compete with Jiang Lin, a place where I won't become a stumbling block for Jiang Lin. If I don't admit defeat, the end result is death, so I choose to admit defeat."
He said it so naturally that it sounded like an easy choice.
But Wen Yao knew that he had initially simply been striving to forge his own path. He was Jiang Shaoming's eldest son, the long-decided heir. With immense talent and a relentless drive, he had always wanted to live up to his status as heir, using his abilities to guide the Jiang family enterprise step by step towards a brighter future. For over twenty years, this had been his sole goal, a goal he had always strived for. But now, he had to admit that fate had played a trick on him.
His efforts were nothing but a fight against fate.
Wen Yao felt a little uncomfortable.
It’s like the college entrance examination. There is a college entrance examination candidate who has been studying hard since the first grade. His only goal is to get into a good university. He has been working hard for it for more than ten years. He thinks he is hardworking and smart enough. But on the day of the college entrance examination, others tell him that you are indeed good, but I’m sorry, our high-scoring places have been booked long ago. You don’t have the opportunity to get the first place, nor are you qualified to compete with others. The road to the college entrance examination does not belong to you. Your existence is just to make others look great.
She felt that it was not easy for Jiang Yue to sit here and talk calmly, which made her wonder what kind of emotional control he had.
"Then... have you thought about what to do after you leave?" Wen Yao asked.
Jiang Yue replied calmly, "I've thought it through."
Wen Yao raised her eyes: "So fast?"
Jiang Yue laughed and said, "Aren't the answers all written in the novels on your website?"
Wen Yao was puzzled.
"The male protagonist's industries are relatively concentrated, such as IT, finance, high-end brand clothing, high-end brand cosmetics, industry-leading entertainment groups, high-end real estate developers, or star-rated hotels and restaurants." Jiang Yue said, "I will avoid these industries. At the very least, I will avoid industries that the Jiang family is involved in, because these all belong to Jiang Lin."
"But your family is involved in many industries?" Wen Yao said.
It is true that hotels are the most important industry of the Jiang family, but in addition to hotels, there are also restaurants, resorts, a branch of real estate shopping malls, and they are also engaged in logistics, software, etc.
Jiang Yue replied, "There are some industries I absolutely cannot get involved in. For example... I'm planning to meet a company founder tomorrow. Their company is having financial problems and needs investment. They approached me before, but I wasn't interested."
"Then what do they do?" Wen Yao asked immediately.
Jiang Yue smiled lightly: "Sanitary napkin."
Wen Yao was stunned. Toilet paper!
"Because this is an industry that the male protagonist in a wealthy novel would never touch." Jiang Yue explained.
In fact, Wen Yao knew it without him explaining. Anyway, since she started reading novels, she has never seen a male protagonist who is a wealthy CEO selling sanitary napkins!
This thing has a vulgar vibe to it, and it doesn't sound high-end or classy at all. It sounds more like a local boss from a third-tier city.
Jiang Yue's voice rang out, "This stuff sounds too low-end, too cheap, and even vulgar and ambiguous, but in business, there's no hierarchy; only results matter. Huike Group specializes in the lower-tier markets and is now a legend in the business world. During the Republican era, selling night-blowing incense was a business that gangs fought over, willing to fight to the death because it made money."
Isn’t picking up night-blooming incense just like carrying manure?
This opened Wen Yao's eyes. What surprised her even more was that Jiang Yue, a foreign student and a Westernized person, actually knew about the Republic of China.
"So... you are planning to go into the toilet industry?" Wen Yao asked.
Jiang Yue smiled. "It's not impossible, but I'm not very familiar with this and need to learn more. Anyway, leaving Yue'er is certain. I haven't decided what to do specifically yet, so I don't have to worry about resolving the current turmoil. As for whether he wants my dad to manage it or hand it over directly to Jiang Lin, that's their business and has nothing to do with me. But there is something that concerns you."
Wen Yao didn't know what else could be related to her, so she looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue.
Jiang Yue looked at the house in front of him, then fixed his gaze on her: "I'm planning to sell this place."
Wen Yao opened her mouth in shock, wanting to say something but unable to speak. It took her a long time to remember that her mouth was still open, so she closed it and then reopened it: "Selling a house? Here? Luoman Manor?"
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