Chapter 17 Returning Home
The next morning, Lin Qiyuan hid in the study to send out his emails before going out to the terrace to get some fresh air.
The study in the entire villa has the best sound insulation, but the design of the study does not quite suit his aesthetic taste, and it is not spacious and bright enough, so he usually sends emails and holds video conferences in the spacious and bright living room.
There is someone else at home, so it is certainly inappropriate to work in the living room, after all, it involves business secrets.
The terrace faces the sea and is a true sea view room. The sea breeze in late autumn was a bit cold. After blowing for a while, Lin Qiyuan went into the house.
Before going downstairs, he paused and took the tablet out of the study.
He also figured out these two days that the reason why his little tenant has been trying to learn to bark like a dog is actually because he is broadcasting live.
There are only two or three influential live streaming platforms in China, and Tomato Live is definitely the leader.
He seldom watches live broadcasts or short videos, and when he clicked on one, he just wanted to see the operating model.
So he clicked on the video with ease and searched for "Erlang Shenjun" on the search interface.
Half a minute later, he stared at the 582 search results and fell into deep thought.
Starting from the first one, he clicked through the 101st one without missing any. When he still couldn't find it, Lin Qiyuan decided to give up and sent a WeChat message to Li Baiyu: Are there any recently signed anchors with special live broadcast formats?
Li Baiyu didn't know what his boss was going to do next, so he replied cautiously: What kind of special method is this?
“…”
Lin Qiyuan felt that this special assistant was not worthy of his salary and high bonus, and that it was reasonable to reduce it by half.
[Lin Qiyuan: For example, learning to bark like a dog]
Li Baiyu actually knew that this account had been quite popular since it signed the contract and was given a recommended position. His son accidentally saw it and became extremely addicted. He kept asking him to download the game played by the anchor. He even sent a private message to the other party using his personal account, but unfortunately, he did not receive a reply.
The second reason is because of their boss. This anchor is so unlucky. He changed his name three times, from the initial "Little Nezha, the Devil of the World", to "Nezha's biological father Li Jing", and now "Erlang Shenshen". He was actually targeted by his boss every time. What kind of earth-shattering luck is this? He even wants to send a private message to the other party to buy lottery tickets.
Under the current environment, it is not easy for anchors to survive. Li Baiyu decided to do a good deed for himself and replied to Lin Qiyuan, "I don't think so."
Lin Qiyuan snorted coldly, branded the president's special assistant as incompetent, and decided to cut his year-end bonus in half.
Starting from 102, Lin Qiyuan clicked on them one by one, exited, clicked on them again, and exited again. Half an hour passed quietly. Lin Qiyuan just clicked on a live game video that looked a bit like it, and was almost scared by the sound in his ear.
"Brother, you watch Tomato Video too." Zhou Yang was holding a cup in his hand, looking at him in surprise, with only half a cup of water left in it.
Lin Qiyuan wasn't sure how long he had been standing there. He calmly exited the video and silently noted that the one he had just clicked was the 356th.
"Yeah, occasionally." After two seconds, Lin Qiyuan added, "Very occasionally."
Zhou Yang ignored his addition and said happily, "You can also go to my live broadcast room to have a look. My name is Erlang Shenjing!"
"Jiro what?"
"Erlang is crazy, hehe, I originally wanted to name him Erlang Shenjun, but it was the input method's fault, but later I thought this name was not bad either."
"Oh." Lin Qiyuan silently forgot the ordinal number he had just memorized and decided to clear the search history as soon as the other party left.
Seeing that Lin Qiyuan was obviously not interested, he guessed that he might only watch his favorite anchors, so he didn't continue to promote himself.
After a few days of live streaming, Zhou Yang's fans accumulated quickly, but most of them were still interested in the small games he designed. Some even sent him private messages to ask him to buy the copyright of the games.
When I designed these small games, everyone around me thought they were boring, so I never thought about selling them for money. If I could really get a reward, it would be a pleasant surprise.
When the time comes, I can use this money to rent a house.
There were both companies and individuals who wanted to buy the copyright, but Zhou Yang was unsure about the individual, so he chose a more professional gaming company with some reputation in the industry.
Because the person who sent him the private message happened to be on a business trip this week, the interview was scheduled for a week later.
"You don't have to cook for me tomorrow."
"Huh? Why?"
Because Lin Qiyuan had been staying at home recently, Zhou Yang thought that he had no job and was left here by his father who didn't like him.
Although the environment here is good and the house price is high, it is obvious that Room No. 1 is not as high-end as Qi Dongdong said. It is not even soundproofed and is completely superficial.
Maybe his father is concerned about his reputation. On the surface, he lets his son live in a good house, but in fact, he doesn't care about the child's life at all, and even insults him at will.
"Something happened at home." Lin Qiyuan didn't plan to explain. His father's birthday was an annual tradition, and a large group of relatives, friends, and people from the business world would come. He just went back to show up, have a meal, and then come back.
Thinking that he could see his cat when he got home, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes, but then he thought about entertaining people in the business world and frowned unconsciously.
Zhou Yang saw it and almost immediately imagined a poor little kid who was abandoned as a child. He had a deep admiration for his parents, but was not loved by his parents. They always beat and scolded him. He wanted to go home but was afraid of getting hurt.
Early the next morning, Zhou Yang opened the door and saw a car parked in front of the villa. A young man was standing next to the car. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes when he saw him greet him, but he didn't ask a word and still stood there like a wooden stake.
Lin Qiyuan had just gotten up and saw the car at the door from afar. He turned around and went upstairs to wash up and pick up the gift he bought for his father.
Zhou Yang took a look at the second floor and was sure that Lin Qiyuan would not be able to come down for a while, so he walked up to the expressionless driver.
"Brother, why are you here so early?" Zhou Yang greeted first.
The driver glanced at him and replied stiffly, "Yeah."
"I'm a friend of Brother Lin, so I'm staying here for a few days. Are you his driver?"
"Um."
"You're here to pick someone up so early in the morning. Aren't you too busy?" Zhou Yang didn't know what happened in Lin Qiyuan's family, so he spoke ambiguously on purpose, trying to test the other party's reaction.
The driver, Xiao Chen, glanced at him and said calmly, "Come over if you're busy. Mr. Lin wants to see his son sooner."
The Mr. Lin the driver was referring to must be Lin Qiyuan's biological father. Zhou Yang still remembered the insults he'd received on WeChat. Less than a week later, he summoned him back, claiming he missed his son. He didn't even know how he was going to embarrass his son. Isn't this just "call him when he wants, send him away when he wants"? This father is unworthy of his job!
No wonder Lin Qiyuan had a gloomy face early in the morning. He didn’t want to go home at all!
Lin Qiyuan watched Zhou Yang's live broadcast in the middle of the night last night, and was woken up by a series of life-threatening calls early in the morning. It would be strange if his face didn't look sour.
"Oh, it turns out that all parents in the world love their children this much!"
The three words "love children" were dragged out for a long time, and it didn't sound like normal words at all.
Xiao Chen didn't understand why the man before him spoke so sarcasticly and with a look of indignation on his face. However, since he had the Young Master's approval and was living here, he must be a close friend. He also thought it was very likely that he would go home with the Young Master to celebrate Mr. Lin's birthday. He pondered for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he simply kept silent.
This silence and expression that didn't show concern for others made Zhou Yang misunderstand. It seemed that Lin Qiyuan not only had no status among his parents, but even the driver looked down on him.
How pitiful.
He didn't know whether he should persuade Lin Qiyuan to be tougher, but maybe the other party really valued family ties, and it would be a bit nosy for him as an outsider.
"What are you doing leaning here?" Zhou Yang was just quietly thinking about life. He didn't know when Lin Qiyuan had walked up to him, pulled him away, and opened the back door. The driver was already sitting in the driving seat.
As expected, any driver from a wealthy family who doesn't help the young master open the car door and makes him do it himself clearly doesn't take it seriously!
Seeing that he was still in a daze, Lin Qiyuan tapped his smooth forehead with his thumb and said, "I'll be back tomorrow."
After saying that, the car door slammed shut and the car drove away in a cloud of dust.
Zhou Yang touched his aching forehead and felt that he must be suffering from the Madonna disease.
"Ding!" The cell phone rang. Zhou Yang opened the text message. It was his old-fashioned father again: Come with me to the banquet today. I'll return the card to you. Don't be willful, little guy.
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It was still early and there were not many people and cars on the road, so the car was driving fast and steadily.
Every year when his father’s birthday comes, Cheng Fei is more excited than his own son. He receives dozens of messages early in the morning. Zhou Yang picks out some meaningful replies before looking up.
"Xiao Chen, what did that kid ask you just now?"
Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment before he realized that Lin Qiyuan was asking about the handsome boy in his family.
"We exchanged a few words and he asked me why I was so early."
"Um."
Just don't be angry.
Zhou Yang was someone he was relatively familiar with, so it would be fine to bring him to his father's birthday party, but the party was quite boring, and he didn't know how to explain bringing him there, so he gave up.
Lin's father and mother live in a villa in the suburbs. The air is good and the house is big. It is quite far from the city. It was almost ten o'clock when the car arrived.
In recent years, Lin's father has gradually transferred his business to Lin Qiyuan, and Lin's mother has long since retired. The old couple lives a comfortable life in their large house, occasionally traveling, growing some vegetables, and raising cats and dogs.
Many people had already arrived, both those he knew and those he didn't, all came to chat with him. Lin Qiyuan entertained them. It took him more than half an hour to walk from the gate to the living room, which was only fifty meters.
In the living room, his parents were entertaining guests. They waved to him and then went back to deal with the guests. He then went back to his room.
As he went upstairs, a white fluffy ball rolled over and tugged at his trouser leg. He picked up Snowball, and it made a "meow, meow" sound, which instantly reminded him of Zhou Yang's meowing. In his mind, the cat in his arms was automatically replaced by Zhou Yang's face. Then his hand shook, and Snowball fell to the ground, making a somewhat "shrill" cry, with an innocent and confused look in his eyes.
"You're amazing! You haven't been back for half a year, and as soon as you come back you abuse the cat!"
Seeing Xueqiu's aggrieved look, Lin Qiyuan picked her up again with a hint of guilt. When he heard the voice, he said helplessly, "Mom, I just came home on the 3rd of last month."
"Really? I don't remember." Mother Lin's eyes flickered. "If you didn't come back so often, how could I not remember it?"
Knowing that Lin's mother had such an "unreasonable" personality, Lin Qiyuan stuffed the gift into his mother's hand and turned into the house.
Mother Lin quickly caught up and returned the gift to him: "You bought this gift yourself, so go give it to me yourself. I won't give it to you anyway."
"What's wrong? Did you have a fight?" Lin Qiyuan put down the snowball and took off his coat.
"Oh, who wants to argue with him? He's so old and still attracts bees and butterflies. Shameless and fickle."
Lin Qiyuan doesn't look like his mother Lin, but once he says "Hehe", no one will question their relationship anymore, because the "Hehe"s of the mother and son are exactly the same.
"I see. Aunt Jiang is here too?"
"Lin Qiyuan, believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"
Lin's father had a first love in college, whose surname was Jiang. At that time, the two families were well matched, and the two were childhood sweethearts. They were talented and beautiful, so everyone wanted to bring them together.
At that time, both of them were slow to wake up and had not met someone they really liked. Since the adults kept trying to match them up, they stayed together for a month.
Later, I don’t know how Lin’s mother found out about this, but she would make a fuss about it from time to time, but it was also a little hobby between the two of them.
"My dad has been loyal to you all these years, so please stop being so rude!"
"Humph, don't I know he's devoted to me? How can I find an excuse to ask for a gift if I don't do it?"
Well, this is just showing off my love in front of my son.
It’s completely different from the “dog food” in the game. Lin Qiyuan suddenly wanted to play “dog food” too.
"Don't just talk about me. What about you? You're already 32 years old this year. Do you have any candidates for daughter-in-law?"
"Thirty-one, thank you, no!" Lin Qiyuan looked up.
"Is there anyone you like?"
Lin Qiyuan paused for two seconds: "No!"
"oh."
Mother Lin turned and went out, bumping into Cheng Fei who was going upstairs. She quickly pulled him to the balcony and asked stealthily, "Xiao Fei, tell me honestly, is Lin Qiyuan in a relationship?"
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