Chapter 28 Green Tea
"Serious? You... don't you go to see it every week..." Zhou Yang was a little confused and asked stutteringly. The panic in his eyes was clearly seen by Lin Qiyuan.
Lin Qiyuan never expected the other party to react like this, and didn't understand what he had said that made Zhou Yang uneasy.
It was the first time he spoke to someone so carefully, weighing each word several times: "Fortunately, it's much better since you came."
Zhou Yang's confused and flustered expression did not ease, but his brows became more and more furrowed.
Lin Qiyuan suddenly had an idea, and his face reacted faster than his brain, putting on a hurt expression. "So, thank you. I'm not good with words, so if I've upset you in any way, don't worry about it. If you really want to leave, I... I'll do my best to help you with anything you need."
If Cheng Fei was here, he would think that the old fox was about to show his power again. This innocent and pitiful expression of "everything is for your own good" is simply Lin Qiyuan's ultimate weapon.
Lin Qiyuan, a 22-year-old fresh graduate, used this trick quite a lot in order to gain a foothold in Longcheng Film and Television.
Of course, he uses it selectively. He knows better than anyone who will buy into it and who won't.
Obviously, he defined Zhou Yang as a soft-hearted person.
Zhou Yang was initially flustered and hesitant, but gradually made a less firm decision.
"Then I'll stay with you for a while?"
Lin Qiyuan tried his best to suppress the upward curve of his lips and maintain a pitiful expression: "Will it delay your work? Actually, I don't necessarily need someone to accompany me."
"No, I'm going to open a studio soon, near the city center, so it would be more convenient for me to stay at your house."
Zhou Yang said this and looked at Lin Qiyuan's face. The other party looked at him cautiously, his eyes flashing with happiness and disbelief, and there was also a deep gratitude. Zhou Yang felt ashamed of this gratitude and couldn't help but promise: "Don't worry, I will accompany you to recover."
Zhou Yang didn't notice the fleeting smile. Lin Qiyuan showed no gratitude or joy at all. He just frowned and said worriedly, "I'm just afraid of disturbing you. Your own happiness is the most important thing! As for me... after all these years, it doesn't matter."
If these words were accompanied by music, it would be a tear-jerking scene. A social anxiety patient who longs to heal himself, clearly grasped hope, but let his friend go away for the sake of friendship.
If the old foxes from Longcheng Film and Television or others who knew him were present, they would definitely say "Bah" harshly: "Get lost, green tea bitch!"
"It doesn't matter. You're much better now, aren't you? It will definitely get better!" Zhou Yang encouraged him.
"Yes, I will. Even if you give me a little help, I will feel that life is full of hope."
“…”
*
"Zhou Yang, are you a fool? Have you forgotten the lessons from a few years ago? Didn't you say you would have less contact with him? What the hell is going on with agreeing to accompany him to treat his illness?" Qi Dongdong is usually careless and doesn't think before speaking, but he almost never gets angry with Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang knew he was in the wrong, so he let Qi Dongdong scold him for a long time. After Mo Huai on the other side calmed him down, he replied, "He is different from Jery. He didn't want to trouble me. I took the initiative."
"So you're an idiot? If you don't have money to rent a house, I can ask Mo Huai to find one, or I can ask my dad for one. Do you really have to live with that Lin Yuan? Even if he's different from Jery, he's also a socially anxious person. He's your nemesis!"
Zhou Yang: "...I have money."
"Is that my main point? Yangyang, don't be silly. Jery's incident has nothing to do with you. You don't need to blame yourself, let alone feel guilty."
"……I know."
"You don't know!" Qi Dongdong was exhausted. "You just feel sorry for Jery. You just want to make it up to him, and make it up to people who have the same social anxiety as him!"
“…Dongdong…”
"Forget it. It's a human life after all. It's not something you can just think it through. I can't persuade you. But remember, protect yourself."
Even though he couldn't see the other side of the phone, Zhou Yang nodded heavily: "Yeah!"
*
Yang Xingchen's friend was very efficient and quickly helped him find a suitable house. However, Zhou Yang couldn't live there at the moment, so he had to apologize and make an appointment with Yang Xingchen and that friend to have dinner together as a way to thank them.
Yang Xingchen is usually very busy, and it is rare for him to get together with his two good friends. He booked a table early, and the three of them started eating and chatting as soon as they met.
His real estate agent friend is called Song Xuhong. He is a very handsome man. He is not very good-looking, but he has a lot of temperament.
"Do you know why I introduced Xuhong to you?" After three rounds of drinks, Yang Xingchen started to speak without restraint. "Because Song Xuhong also studied game design, you two can communicate more."
Zhou Yang and Song Xuhong were surprised at the same time.
The two felt like they had met too late and got along more and more. Zhou Yang learned from the chat that Song Xuhong's job was not actually a real estate agent, but he had just resigned not long ago and was just filling a vacancy before finding another job.
Moreover, Zhou Yang was surprised to find that Song Xuhong's previous job was also in Anxia.
Zhou Yang couldn't understand: "Isn't An Xia treating designers well?"
Song Xuhong looked embarrassed, as if he was having trouble speaking. After a while, he replied, "Yes, Anxia has always been treated well. However, I really don't want to live a life of intrigue, forming cliques and calculating against each other. I just want to design games steadily. This will make up for the days when I stayed up late every day to modify the program in college."
When talking about the hard work of game designers, the two of them couldn't help but feel a deeper empathy and mutual respect, which made Yang Xingchen, the middleman, look like a complete outsider.
However, recently his wife has been concerned about his figure and has been controlling his food intake. When they finally get together, he concentrates on eating and only says a few words occasionally.
Seeing how compatible his friends were, he interrupted while eating salt and pepper spareribs, "Why don't you two just open a studio together!"
Hearing this, their eyes lit up at the same time, and Zhou Yang knew that it was a sure thing.
Opening a studio, especially a game design studio, is definitely too much for one person to handle. If you collaborate with someone who knows the business, you can get twice the result with half the effort.
He once wanted to recruit someone to carry out the initial work together, but this kind of personal studio that has not yet been formed and has to bear huge risks cannot attract capable people. After posting the recruitment information online for a few days, all kinds of people came to apply.
In the past, Zhou Yang would have thought that the weird things he encountered could not exist and were just internet jokes at best.
It wasn't until those people who couldn't even write a single program and yet demanded a salary of 10,000 yuan or more, refused to work overtime and had to pay compensation if they asked for overtime, and who kept asking for Zhou Yang's WeChat ID just to flirt with him, showed up that Zhou Yang felt deeply—
When a bird grows big enough, it can fly into any forest. This is true.
The two hit it off immediately, and the gathering turned into a discussion meeting, and they quickly finalized the cooperation matters.
Yang Xingchen picked up another piece of braised pork with his chopsticks, stared at them dimly, and said sourly, "You make me feel like an outsider, while you two are like family."
“Crack, crack!”
Yang Xingchen hadn't even swallowed half a piece of braised pork yet when he pointed at Song Xuhong's phone and asked, "What are you filming?"
"Oh, my sister-in-law specifically told me to watch you while you ate. I'm reporting on the results!"
Song Xuhong's relationship with Yang Xingchen was obviously better than his, and they spoke more cordially, with a friendly banter.
"...Why didn't you report that I ate so many vegetables just now? I only ate a few pieces of meat, and you're reporting it wrongly!"
"Oh no, sorry, the photo has already been sent."
Sure enough, less than a minute later, Yang Xingchen's cell phone rang and his wife came to check on him.
After explaining for a long time on the phone to no avail, Yang Xingchen had to say goodbye and go home to coax his wife.
"Do you have to be so exaggerated?" Zhou Yang laughed so hard that he bent over.
"Hey, you didn't know how many years you've been abroad. He has fatty liver at such a young age. If it weren't for his wife keeping an eye on him, with his greedy nature, I don't know what he'd be like these past few years."
It was also the first time that Zhou Yang heard that Yang Xingchen had fatty liver. He was shocked and felt that what Song Xuhong did was absolutely right.
After Yang Xingchen left, the two chatted for a while, and Song Xu suggested: "How about we go look at the location of the studio."
"Studio location?"
Song Xuhong smiled and said, "It's in the city center, a good location. I've actually been thinking about opening my own studio for a while now. It would give me freedom and not so many constraints. But it's hard to find like-minded and capable partners. After all, this is my dream, so I've looked at several houses."
Fortunately, we have an agreement that I can resign after the house is rented, and I can get three months’ rent cheaper during this period.”
"That's great." City S is an international metropolis where every inch of land is valuable. Renting a decent-sized studio in the city center for three months is considered a "huge sum of money."
Song Xuhong brought Zhou Yang to the Ocean Commercial Building in the city center, got into the elevator, and pressed the button for the 13th floor.
"Originally, the thirteenth floor was a joint venture, but recently Country H increased its investment, taking back the majority of the shares, and replacing the management with a national from Country H. Country H is a typical Western country, superstitious, and its citizens are extremely intolerant of the number thirteen, so they immediately decided not to rent it out and moved to another building and floor.
You don’t have such a taboo, do you? "With a "ding" sound, the elevator reached the thirteenth floor, and Song Xuhong asked.
"Of course not."
"That's good." Song Xuhong breathed a sigh of relief. "It's still two months before the Chinese New Year, and many office contracts haven't expired yet, so they can't come and rent this one. We've found a bargain, and the rent will be several thousand yuan cheaper every month!"
As they were talking, the two of them walked to the door together. Song Xuhong took the door card and swiped it through the machine, and the two of them entered together.
It is really good, spacious enough to accommodate some computer equipment without any problem. Even if we bring in a team later, it won’t be too crowded. If that doesn’t work out, we can just wait until the studio expands.
Song Xuhong saw Zhou Yang's satisfaction and said, "If you're satisfied too, I'll sign the contract this Sunday."
*
Across from the Sino-Ocean Commercial Building, Lin Qiyuan's face was as black as coal. He had been staring at the building's door through the car window for a full half hour. The driver was a little anxious: "Mr. Lin?"
"Wait a little longer." Lin Qiyuan looked at his watch. It was thirty-two minutes and thirty-five seconds, the time Zhou Yang and a man walked into the building.
Lin Qiyuan decisively picked up the phone.
Zhou Yang could sense a hint of urgency in the ringing of his phone, so he answered and asked, "Brother, what's up?"
"I was bullied."
"Huh? Where is it?"
Zhou Yang's tone was a little anxious. Lin Qiyuan raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction and looked up at the name of the shop on the left: "Luoyuan Convenience Store, Jincheng East Road."
Zhou Yang didn't notice the loophole in his language. He was thinking that the other party was being bullied and it was up to him as a parent to solve the problem, so he immediately clicked on the map navigation.
[Luoyuan Convenience Store on Jincheng East Road is 100 meters away]
Zhou Yang: “…”
The author has something to say: Lin Qiyuan: Green tea, I am a professional
Zhou Yang: I used to be a straight man
Lin Qiyuan: ...Don't!!!
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