In another high-end residential area in Jincheng, Shu Baizhu looked at the email that Professor Dong replied to and rubbed his brows.
Dong Lingshuang's words were very direct. She told Shu Baizhu the reason why he was not selected.
Shu Baizhu is indeed not a professional artist. Her undergraduate major is fine arts, but after entering the industry, she took specialized acting classes and has her own experience and skills in acting. Dong Lingshuang said that she paid too much attention to skills, and her performance was too obvious, and she lost her spirituality.
"Spirituality." Shu Baizhu opened another email.
That was the work she sent to a famous foreign painter without anyone's knowledge.
In that reply, she received a positive answer.
The reply to the email was three years ago.
Three years after graduation, Shu Baizhu carefully kept this email in her mailbox, where her loves and dreams that were within her reach yet out of reach were hidden.
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Jin Xi's exams ended, and Qin Yuhuan started going to school. Ziyi continued to lead Zhao Shi forward. Since she came to prominence, Zhao Fengzhuo readily gave her power and let her do whatever she wanted in the company. But while Ziyi was comfortable, someone at home was unhappy.
That day, Ziyi finished work early, drove to her old house, and met her parents at the door.
Ziyu came up and gave Ziyi a hug. "Yiyi, if the old queen gets angry with you later, don't bear it. Do you hear me? If anything goes wrong, you still have your mother."
"I know, Mom. Every time I see Grandma, you always cheer me up. You're so worried about me." Ziyi laughed. "After all, I'm almost done with the nickname 'Xiao Zi Zong', so I can be on par with you."
"Exactly. And there's Dad. Dad doesn't talk back, but he supports you mentally and financially."
Zhao Fengzhuo just approached but was pushed out by Ziyu, "You are nothing, get out of here, I get angry just seeing you."
Ziyu was angry but Zhao Fengzhuo was not. He happily moved closer to Ziyi and said, "Our daughter is really good. She is taller than her father."
"It's your fault that you're less than 1.8 meters tall. You can't even reach your daughter if she wears high-heeled shoes." Ziyu rolled her eyes. "Luckily, I'm afraid Yiyi will follow your lead and feed her scientifically."
Ziyi: ...
"Mom, you sound like you're feeding pigs."
"Hahaha," Zhao Fengzhuo laughed heartily, "It's up to you and me."
Zi Yu's breath inexplicably dissipated. She initially liked Zhao Fengzhuo because of his personality. He never got angry and was very stable, which perfectly matched her explosive temper.
In comparison, it doesn’t matter whether he is 1.80 meters tall or not.
Ziyi's personality is a bit like hers, she gets angry easily, but she seems to be much more stable now that she has grown up.
The family of three was happy and cheerful before they entered the house, but as soon as they entered the old house, they all put away their smiles tacitly.
Old lady Ji Minjun walked down the stairs step by step with the help of a cane. She was almost eighty years old, her hair was neatly combed, and the cheongsam she wore gave her a dignified look.
"Mom." Zhao Fengzhuo came forward and helped Ji Minjun downstairs.
Ziyu called out, "Old Madam Zhao."
Ziyi: "Grandma."
"I don't deserve to be called grandma," Ji Minjun snorted coldly, stomping his cane on the ground with a dull sound. "Feng Zhuo, ask Zhao Yi if she still considers me a grandma."
Ziyi had known that this would happen, so she had opened a number of Ji Minjun's relatives in the company, such as her cousins, and her cousins from many generations apart.
"Grandma, what are you talking about? You're my dad's mother, so of course you're also my grandma. Otherwise, who am I calling grandma?"
To be honest, Ziyi didn't like Ji Minjun, not for any other reason. Ji Minjun never let Ziyu call Zhao Fengzhuo "Mom", and Ziyu was not willing to call her mother-in-law. The family even had a quarrel over the issue of address. From then on, Ziyu only called Ji Minjun "Old Madam Zhao".
Ji Minjun doesn't even want to be called Ms. Ji.
"Look, this is the good daughter you taught, she has no manners at all." Ji Minjun sat down and was so angry that she kept knocking with her cane.
"Grandma, you're wrong. Compared to my mom, who didn't even get tea or quilts when she came as a guest, I asked my uncles to leave and at least I paid some compensation from my personal account."
Zhao Fengzhuo and Ziyu were unable to directly confront Ji Minjun due to their status, but Ziyi had no reason to stand in her way. Acting like the owner of an old house, she called the auntie at home to serve tea. When the auntie hesitated and looked at the old lady, Ziyi's face darkened. "Auntie, have you forgotten who pays your salary? Regardless of whether you're the host or the guest, you don't even have tea for someone who comes. Do you think our Zhao family can't even afford a cup of tea?"
Ji Minjun felt slapped in the face invisibly, and Ziyu secretly gave Ziyi a thumbs up with her hands behind her back.
Zhao Fengzhuo plays the role of a "helpless" good guy, calling "Mom" sweetly, and the main point is that he gives sufficient spiritual comfort.
"You've already said it, they are your uncles and aunts, your brothers and sisters. You are the only one, and they will help you in the future." Ji Minjun said earnestly.
Ziyi, however, refused to accept the suggestion. "Does the prerequisite for helping me lie in drinking the blood of our Zhao family first, Grandma?"
She pulled Ziyu to sit beside her and waited for the aunt to serve tea. She gave the first cup to Ziyu. After receiving Ziyu's eye signal of "Just do what you want and don't worry about her", she turned around and took out the paper report that had been printed in advance from her bag.
"Grandma likes people to call you Madam Zhao, which means your heart is with the Zhao family. The company belongs to the Zhao family, and I am the heir of the Zhao family. Is there anything wrong with kicking out those who are a burden but do nothing but take the salary?" Ziyi handed the report to Ji Minjun.
The thoughtful eldest son gave the old lady a pair of reading glasses at the right time to make it easier for her to read the reports.
"My uncles are taking up positions but not doing anything, and they don't listen to me. What's going on? Do they want the Zhao family to follow them and change their surname to Ji? Aren't they just too open about their intention to wipe out the entire family?"
Ziyi provided evidence of Ji Minjun's family members taking money from the company into their own pockets.
When Zhao Fengzhuo came to power, he drove these relatives to various branches, and there were not many people at the headquarters.
But the branch is a real job. Some of them directly enrich themselves and inflate prices. Some are even more outrageous and make terrible fake accounts, as if they are sure that the higher-ups will not do anything about such careless fake accounts.
"Grandma, I didn't drive out all my relatives. I only drove out some of the termites. I have a clear conscience about this."
Seeing Ji Minjun's attitude softening after reading the report, he softened his tone a bit, "I will still recommend relatives who have made contributions later. You know, the social environment is different now. We are all in the forefront of the storm. There must be reasons for promotion and it must be fair. In ancient times, emperors also had to demote their confidants when they wanted to promote them. Regardless of whether they have achievements or not, the process still needs to be followed."
The storm that Zhao Fengzhuo had expected did not come. Even Ji Minjun seemed to be coaxed by Ziyi. At dinner, she tried her best to persuade Ziyi and told him how good it was to have a brother or sister to support him.
The old lady was old and didn't know that the young people's words like "there will be opportunities in the future" were all empty talk, just like "there will definitely be next time", and she was perfectly saved by Zi Yi.
Zhao Fengzhuo hadn't recovered until he left home and got into his parents' car.
"Is that all? I thought there would be a big fight tonight, and the old lady would even punish Yiyi by making her kneel in the ancestral hall. Back then, I kicked those people out of the headquarters and made them kneel in front of the memorial tablets all night."
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