Chapter 27 Wild Geese Flying Over the Flat Sand



Chapter 27 Wild Geese Flying Over the Flat Sand

On the first day of June, Huading Group gave birth to a new baby.

The ribbon-cutting ceremony is scheduled for 3:15 PM on the gilded dome.

Yu Jinnian was wearing a charcoal black suit with dark jacquard pattern, and the fabric glowed with the faint light of a bronze tripod under natural light.

The faint ice crackle pattern on the lapel echoes the bracelet on his wrist that was made from the fragments of Ru kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty.

The shirt was a pearly white high-count poplin, slightly open at the collar, and the tie was a deep burgundy silk with a Windsor knot.

When turning around, the dark jacquard will reveal the brushstrokes of "Lanting Preface". This is the 36th pattern exclusively customized for him by Hermès.

The cufflinks are Qing Dynasty jadeite inlaid with 18K gold. The left side is engraved with Taotie patterns, while the right side is the symbol of quantum mechanics. This sense of contradiction between ancient and modern times made Sotheby's senior auctioneer squint his eyes.

"Sister Wanwan, why didn't you attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony?"

In the business car, Si Wan withdrew her gaze and reached out to take the dress and makeup bag that Wenwen handed over.

Why not go and cut the ribbon?

I'm afraid all the media in Kyoto will be here today. If her face is involved with Yu Jinnian, Si Wan can guarantee that Gu Yiru will arrive at the battlefield within half an hour.

She didn't even dare to put on makeup when she went out in the morning.

He casually replied, "Social phobia."

Wenwen: “…”

Is Wanwan a social phobic? Does she have any misunderstanding about the term?

Speechless.

"Then Sister Wanwan, go put on your makeup first. I'll go pick up the guqin master and come back to find you."

"Um."

After more than a month of continuous fighting, the entire team was exhausted, and Si Wan was no exception.

I fell asleep without realizing it.

The dusk spread across the sky like a pool of thick ink, and the last trace of golden foil of the sunset was crushed between the corners of the buildings.

The clouds on the horizon faded from orange to grape purple, the silhouettes of flying birds passed through the amber halo, and their wings flying home flapped in the warm evening breeze.

"Secretary Wu, something bad has happened." Wenwen hurriedly found Wu Cong and whispered in his ear.

Wu Cong glanced at Yu Dongnian who was being interviewed. After making sure he hadn't disturbed the big boss, he pulled Wenwen aside and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wenwen: "Su Lingxi's car was rear-ended, and she said she wouldn't be able to arrive on time."

"What?" Wu Cong cursed, "Well, contact the agency immediately and ask them to send someone over."

"I'm afraid that won't work."

Wenwen was so anxious that she kept jumping up and down: "Su Lingxi is a guqin master, and the promotional video was shot with her. Today's guqin performance is the highlight. If we cram at the last minute..." Wenwen glanced at Yu Jinnian who was not far away:

"We're all going to have to bear the consequences."

Wu Cong glanced at his watch. There were still more than 20 minutes until the start. Without time to think, he asked, "Do you know where the accident happened?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, you go pick them up. I'll try to delay this."

Wenwen nodded cautiously: "I'll go right away."

Si Wan was woken up by the air conditioning, and when she opened her eyes she found the car was shaking.

"...Where are we going?" Si Wan asked sleepily, moving her legs that were numb from sleep.

Wenwen explained the whole story.

"Heh~" Si Wan couldn't help laughing.

Wenwen was so busy with the steering wheel that she didn't dare to turn her head. "Are you speechless? Sister Wanwan, sit tight, we're running out of time."

Si Wan nodded seriously: "Yes, I'm so stable now."

How can you be steady at a speed of 20 miles per hour?

At the banquet, guests arrived one after another.

"Jinnian, Jiang Hansheng is almost here, I'll leave first."

As the director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau, Liu Li, a third-generation politician with a good family background, it is impossible for him to appear in the same frame with Jiang Hansheng.

Yu Jinnian naturally understood and patted Liu Li on the shoulder: "Thanks for your support, brother."

"Don't try that." Liu Li waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

As soon as Liu Li left, the Escalade that Jiang Hansheng was riding in arrived.

Neon strips reflected a cold light on the bulletproof glass. The extended Escalade rolled over the marble pavement in front of the venue, and the tires rubbed against the ground with a sharp metallic sound.

When the car door opened, it brought with it a mellow scent of camphor wood mixed with cigars. The hem of Jiang Hansheng's custom-made suit brushed the door handle, and the sound of crocodile leather shoes stepping on the red carpet precisely matched the beats of the music coming from the banquet hall.

The crystal chandelier cut the shadows of all the guests into diamond-shaped spots of light, and Yu Jinnian's white shirt was so dazzling in the crowd that it hurt people's eyes.

His knuckles turned white as he held the champagne glass, and the water droplets on the wall of the glass slid down the beads on his wrist.

When Jiang Hansheng's gaze swept across the gilded gate, their eyes collided in the shadow of the spiral staircase, like daggers tempered with ice piercing into each other's hearts.

"Congratulations, Yu Dong."

The band played the theme song from "The Godfather" and the crystal chandelier trembled gently as the two people's gazes met.

Jiang Hansheng extinguished his cigar in a sterling silver ashtray. As sparks flew, Yu Jinnian's wine glass hit the rim of his, making a crisp sound like breaking porcelain.

"welcome."

At this time, the host has appeared.

A section on Huading’s corporate culture took nearly half an hour.

As perceptive as this, Yu Jinnian called Wu Cong over and asked, "What's going on?"

Wu Cong had done his best, knowing full well he couldn't hide it any longer. With a sweat pouring down his forehead, he lowered his head in resignation, "Guqin Master Su Lingxi...can't come."

However, the expected reprimands from Wu Cong never came. Yu Jinnian's eyes darkened. "Let's discuss the process. Cancel the guqin performance and replace it with a live broadcast of tea sets..."

"Deng~~~~" the guqin emits overtones.

Hearing the voice, Yu Jinnian stopped talking.

His dark eyes narrowed as he looked towards the bandstand.

The tulle is lifted.

The moonlight from the gilded dome shattered into silver foil. On the stage, a woman abandoned her stool and sat on the ground, her posture like a swordsman guarding a narrow pass.

A half-square Duan inkstone from the Ming Dynasty was pressed on his knees, and the remaining ink on the edge of the inkstone was dripping down the zither bag in the shape of a flock of geese.

The woman wore a veil made of aged silk stained by sea mist, with rusty ship nails entwined between the warp and weft.

With his fingertips hovering three inches above the strings, the guqin suddenly let out a dragon's roar.

When her nail pierced her fingertip and blood splashed on the goose-shaped pegs, time in the entire banquet hall suddenly froze - Jiang Hansheng's cigar ash hung in the air, and Yu Jinnian's silver cigarette case reed was frozen in the arc of its popping out.

The first overtone exploded from the belly of the zither. When she lowered her eyes, her fingering suddenly changed to the lost "Thirteen Styles of Broken Goose" in "Pingsha Luoyan". The frequency of the strings' vibration was strangely synchronized with the kiln-fired cycle of the ancient kiln in Jingdezhen.

"This is not Su Lingxi. She is not at that level. Where did you invite such an expert?" Jiang Hansheng asked Yu Jinnian.

"The secretary invited me, so I'm not sure." Yu Jinnian answered quickly.

"Pingsha Luoyan." After the woman on the stage finished playing, she said the title of the song slowly.

There was thunderous applause, and the next second the media at the scene suddenly swarmed towards the woman on the stage.

Si Wan: “…”

Damn you——

Save me, save me!

Si Wan ran away.

“…Wenwen, save me!!!”

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