"What's the matter? Mr. Xiao, just tell me and I will definitely listen to you." Song Guohua didn't expect that it would be so easy to get on Xiao Yuanmu's boat. His face was trembling with excitement, and his voice was trembling when he spoke.
Xiao Yuanmu looked into the distance, taking in the traffic jam. His eyes were indifferent and he did not speak for a long while.
There was no sound from the other end of the phone. Song Guohua did not dare to rush him. He breathed softly and waited carefully.
There was a knock on the office door. Xiao Yuanmu withdrew his gaze and said "Come in" without hanging up the phone.
Yang Jie pushed the door open and saw Xiao Yuanmu holding the phone. He understood and said, "There are still ten minutes and half an hour left. Brother Xiao, do you want to eat something, or I can ask someone to postpone the meeting?"
"No need." Xiao Yuanmu said calmly: "The meeting will continue on time."
Yang Jie nodded and looked at the phone in Xiao Yuanmu's hand hesitantly. Just as he was about to say something, the phone in his pocket rang. He took out the phone and looked at it. Yang Jie was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xiao Yuanmu hesitantly.
Noticing Yang Jie's gaze, Xiao Yuanmu thought it was something important, so he hung up the phone and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Phone..." Yang Jie raised his phone and pointed the screen towards Xiao Yuanmu: "It's from Mr. Song."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes flickered slightly, and he turned his head slightly to look out the window, and said in a calm voice: "Answer it."
Yang Jie paused for a few seconds, turned on the speakerphone, and answered the call.
"Hello, Mr. Song."
Song Xuanhe, who had just been rescued from Song Xuanlin by Li Nian'an, was in a very good mood, and his tone was cheerful: "Yang Jie, where are you now?"
"I'm in Xiao..." Yang Jie glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's expression and changed his words, "I'm in the small conference room, sorting out materials for the meeting later."
"Do you know where Xiao Yuanmu is?"
Yang Jie looked at Xiao Yuanmu's expression again, and seeing that he was not looking at him, he said truthfully: "Boss Xiao is in the office."
"He's busy?"
Xiao Yuanmu nodded slightly, and Yang Jie said, "Very busy. President Xiao worked overtime at the company last night and did not go home. He called a meeting of shareholders very early in the morning and it lasted for five hours before he took a break..."
"Is that so?" Song Xuanhe sighed and lied without blinking, "No wonder I couldn't get through to him just now. He might have been too tired and fell asleep in the office."
Yang Jie looked at Xiao Yuanmu, and Xiao Yuanmu took two steps closer and motioned for Yang Jie to continue.
"Mr. Xiao should not be asleep yet. How about I help you look for him?" Yang Jie didn't know what to say and just wanted to end the call as soon as possible.
"No need." Song Xuanhe lay down on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief, "Just congratulate him for me about your company's ranking. I need to rest now. I'll hang up first."
Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand to take the phone, but the caller hung up a second ago.
Facing Xiao Yuanmu's cold gaze, Yang Jie handed over the phone and said, "Mr. Xiao, please call back."
Xiao Yuanmu moved his fingers, and finally put them in his pockets, saying lightly: "No, go and notify all departments to continue the meeting."
The next morning, Song Xuanhe went downstairs and found that Song Jiabao and his family had not left yet.
"Xuanhe."
Song Guohua walked towards Song Xuanhe and said with a smile: "Uncle called Mr. Xiao yesterday. He has agreed to cooperate with me, but you still have to facilitate this matter. We are a family, so you still have to help uncle with this little favor, right?"
After months of long-term lack of sleep, he only slept for eight hours last night. However, one night could not make up for the previous loss, so even after being woken up by the alarm clock, Song Xuanhe was still a little sleepy. If today was not the weekend and he had to go to the studio, he would definitely skip work at Song's and sleep for a day.
At this time, Song Guohua came forward and spoke in his ear. The words went in Song Xuanhe's left ear and out of his right ear. He didn't care at all and had no intention of answering.
Seeing Song Xuanhe's cold expression, Song Guohua paused for a moment, and continued, "Did you not sleep well last night? You young people should stay up less late, otherwise your health will be bad when you get old."
Song Xuanhe nodded perfunctorily and sat down in his seat.
Seeing that he was lazy, Song Xuanlin poured him a glass of freshly squeezed juice and said, "Drink some."
Song Xuanhe took it and took a few sips. The cool taste of the iced juice made him sober up immediately.
"Xuanhe, what did your uncle just tell you...?"
Song Xuanhe frowned, his mind half cleared up, and he became grumpy after waking up: "If you and Xiao Yuanmu have any cooperation, it's your business. What does it have to do with me?"
"It's wrong for Xuan to say that to you." Song Guohua's wife said, "We are all family. It's only natural for you to help your uncle."
Song Xuanhe stirred the porridge casually, took a sip and put down the spoon, saying calmly: "I have said long ago that Xiao Yuanmu and I have nothing to do with each other, but from what I know about him, Song Jiabao offended Xiao Yuanmu for more than a month and a half, so I am quite surprised that he can be so easy to agree to cooperate with uncle."
"That's why I need you to act as a go-between." Song Guohua said, "Uncle's company and the Song family are also in a cooperative relationship. If your company is successful, it will also be good for the Song family. Besides, it was all misunderstandings before. It will be fine if this misunderstanding is resolved."
Song Xuanhe sneered upon hearing this, raised his chin and pointed at Song Jiabao over there, saying with a half-smile: "Ask him how many times he has offended Xiao Yuanmu, and whether it can be solved with just one misunderstanding."
Song Guohua looked at Song Jiabao. Although Song Jiabao was a little scared of Song Xuanhe, there were many people here. He believed that Song Xuanhe would not dare to hit him, so he was confident and spoke louder: "My previous affairs with Xiao Yuanmu were just minor fights. Since you were a couple before, it's okay to explain it.
"Look, Jiabao said it was just a minor incident, I'm sure Mr. Xiao wouldn't take it too seriously." Song Guohua said with a smile, "Why don't you help talk about it?"
Song Yansong and Song Guochao went downstairs one after the other. Song Guochao happened to hear this and said, "Your uncle is the elder, and he asked you to help with a little thing, but you are not willing to do it?"
Song Xuanhe had no appetite after breakfast. He put down the fork in his hand, took out his cell phone and made a call.
When Song Guohua saw the note above, his expression became nervous: "Xuanhe, what are you doing?"
"I'll ask him if he cares." Song Xuanhe opened the hands-free mode with his finger, and said calmly amid the long mechanical sound of waiting to be answered, "My uncle and father asked me to ask about my ex-boyfriend's past with my cousin. If I don't help, it means I don't respect my elders and don't care about my family. Of course I have to ask for you."
Song Guohua was about to say something when the phone was connected.
"What's up?"
When they heard this cold voice that obviously didn't sound like a call from a lover but rather a somewhat impatient voice, most of the people present changed their expressions slightly, with Song Guohua being the worst.
"Yes." Song Xuanhe scanned the expressions of these people with interest and said with a smile: "I called you because I want to ask you something."
After waiting for a whole day, Xiao Yuanmu, who was on the phone with Song Xuan again, paused for a moment, and said in a calm and cold voice: "You say."
"Do you still remember that I have a cousin named Song Jiabao?"
Hearing that Song Xuanhe had called after such a long time to ask about other people's affairs, Xiao Yuanmu's voice became even colder: "I remember, what's wrong?"
"He wants to apologize to you." Song Xuanhe glanced at Song Jiabao, who had a tense expression, and said, "I hope you can forgive him and agree to cooperate with his family. How about it? Do you want to forgive him and cooperate?"
Xiao Yuanmu lowered her eyes and did not speak. There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, and occasionally there was a slight crisp sound from the collision of cups and plates. She knew without asking that Song Xuanhe had turned on the speakerphone at this time.
The current domestic time is around eight o'clock in the morning. Song Guohua must have met Song Xuanhe yesterday to be able to call him, and at that time, there was no other choice for Song Guohua to meet Song Xuanhe except the Song residence, so Song Xuanhe was at the Song family's dining table at this time, and it is very likely that Song Jiabao's family had not left yet. Song Xuanhe's call was the reason for their meeting.
Xiao Yuanmu curled his lips coldly. If it weren't for people like Song Jiabao, perhaps Song Xuanhe would not even think of contacting him.
In less than half a second, Xiao Yuanmu guessed Song Xuanhe's situation and Song Xuanhe's thoughts almost exactly.
However, Song Xuanhe didn't know this and waited for Xiao Yuanmu's answer calmly.
"What identity do you use to ask me for them?"
Noticing Song Guohua's gaze, Song Xuanhe curled his lips at him and said, "As a member of the Song family, my uncle's nephew, my cousin's younger brother."
"RE has confirmed its intention to cooperate with Higer and has confirmed that it will not cooperate with other refrigeration appliances."
Song Guohua was greatly disappointed and turned his gaze away from Song Xuanhe.
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and said, "What about the misunderstanding between you and my cousin? Can you forgive him now?"
"There is no misunderstanding between him and me."
Xiao Yuanmu knew the relationship between Song Xuanhe and Song Jiabao's family, and he also knew that he made this call because he wanted to hear him personally reject Song Guohua. But even though he knew it and was angry about it, he found that he could not go against Song Xuanhe's will.
"Okay." Song Xuanhe understood what Xiao Yuanmu meant, but Song Jiabao's family, who looked relieved, obviously didn't understand. However, he would not kindly remind them, "It's okay, I'm hanging up."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened and he pursed his thin lips.
Song Xuanhe was about to hang up when he suddenly thought of something and said to the other party: "By the way, congratulations on your successful research and development of new energy."
Just a few words made Xiao Yuanmu's lips curl up. He just nodded lightly, Song Xuan hung up the phone conveniently, and then the corners of his mouth flattened again.
"Is there anything else, uncle?" Song Xuanhe stood up and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
After walking a few steps, Song Xuanhe paused and turned to look at Song Jiabao with a malicious smile in his eyes: "By the way, cousin, I forgot to tell you that Xiao Yuanmu knows about Boss Sun."
Song Jiabao paused while cutting the bacon with his knife, his expression changed instantly, and he turned to look in the direction of Song Xuanhe. However, at this time, Song Xuanhe had already left the visible range of the restaurant.
When Song Xuanhe arrived at the studio, Seventeen was already waiting there. He stood aside a little awkwardly, watching the designers coming and going, busy with their own work. When he saw Song Xuanhe come in, he was like a baby bird seeing its parents, with a look of dependence and excitement on his face.
"Teacher Song!"
Song Xuanhe, who was about to bypass him and enter the studio, paused and turned around to meet a pair of sparkling eyes.
"Teacher Song, you are here. I have already told my agent about my training with you during this period, and he agreed."
Song Xuanhe nodded and said, "Come in with me."
Seventeen followed Song Xuanhe step by step into his studio.
After closing the door, Song Xuanhe looked at him with his arms folded: "Are you nervous in front of strangers?"
Seventeen was stunned, licked his lips nervously, lowered his eyes and said: "I would be like this in an unfamiliar environment."
"You're afraid of strangers and can't adapt to unfamiliar environments, but you're still a model?" Song Xuanhe raised an eyebrow, and his tone was not gentle at all: "Didn't your agent tell you that you can't survive in this circle with your personality?"
Seventeen pursed his lips and said nothing.
Looking at his still childish face and silent and guilty look, Song Xuanhe had the illusion that he was bullying a child, but considering that he was only seventeen years old, it was true that he was still a child.
However, Song Er Shao, who has never been ashamed of bullying children, still spoke sharply: "If you are afraid of strangers and people, it means you are not suitable for this circle. You are now in the second year of high school. It may be more suitable for you to go back to school and study hard."
"I like being a model." Seventeen looked up suddenly, met Song Xuanhe's eyes, and then quickly looked away: "I will try my best to adjust my nervousness..."
Song Xuanhe sat down on the sofa, looked up at him, and said calmly: "You are so nervous in front of me. I find it hard to believe that you won't have problems due to stage fright when you walk on the catwalk."
"I won't!" Seventeen looked at Song Xuanhe and said in a low but firm voice: "As long as I'm on stage, I won't be nervous anymore."
"So I want to keep you here and bet on whether you were nervous the moment before you went on stage?" Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows: "Do you think you are worth my betting on my debut?"
"But you said yesterday that I can do it." Seventeen frowned: "You chose me among the five people, doesn't that prove that I can do it?"
"No, I'm picking the tallest one among the short ones." Song Xuanhe said calmly, "But today I found that you don't seem to be worthy of me picking you out."
"I'm worth it." Seventeen took a step forward, stopped under Song Xuanhe's gaze, and said word by word: "I'm definitely worth it."
Song Xuanhe: "Keep this momentum and remember how you feel now. If I see you standing at the door of the studio with a shrinking face again tomorrow morning, you don't have to come the day after tomorrow."
Seventeen was stunned and said, "Then I will..."
"You can leave now." Song Xuanhe stood up, opened the door and said, "Same time tomorrow morning, last chance."
Seventeen did not move. He did not dare to change his expression. He was so nervous that his jaw was a little tight. "I don't know what expression I have now. I don't know how to find this feeling again."
"Not like this now." Song Xuanhe grabbed his wrist and dragged him out the door: "Can you find something that has nothing to do with me."
Without any hesitation, Song Xuanhe locked Seventeen outside the door and turned around to work.
I don’t know how long it was, until Feng Tong knocked on the door, Song Xuanhe finally came out of his work state.
"There will be a model for an interview this afternoon." Feng Tong walked in, closed the door and said, "He has a lot of experience before. He walked in a big show for an international light luxury brand. I saw him walk on that show once. He was very spiritual."
Song Xuanhe was somewhat interested: "Why did he come to my place for an interview?"
"After that show, he disappeared for three months, and even his agent couldn't contact him." Feng Tong said, "Because of breach of contract, he offended the editor-in-chief of a domestic magazine. Originally, he should have been able to get a second-tier magazine cover after returning to China, but because of that incident, basically no brand magazine wants him now, so he can only come here to try his luck."
Song Xuanhe said directly: "I don't like people who don't have a sense of contract."
Feng Tong smiled and sat down next to him: "I know, but I met him once and I don't think he is that kind of person. And I think he matches your style very well, so I want to give him a chance. Anyway, you haven't found a model yet, so it's okay to let him come and try."
"When will he come?"
Hearing Song Xuanhe's question, Feng Tong knew that he had agreed, so he smiled and said, "Actually, he has arrived, but it's our lunch break now, so he has been waiting outside and hasn't come in."
Song Xuanhe nodded slowly, and did not ask anyone to come in. He just said, "In that case, then wait until the time you agreed with him for the interview."
Feng Tong knew what Song Xuanhe was thinking. He just said that because he wanted to help the model with his good senses. But after all, he and Song Xuanhe were collaborators, so he would not say anything more. It all depended on his own ability.
After dinner, the two discussed the layout of the show. The venue had already been decided, but it was an old church, so both the viewing seats and the surrounding scene layout needed careful consideration.
In addition to the layout of the show, they also discussed the backstage, makeup artists, lighting, etc., and they discussed for two hours without reaching a final conclusion on any of the issues. These trivial matters that they had to personally participate in were the reason why Song Xuanhe and Feng Tong were so busy.
At 2:30 in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door of Song Xuanhe's studio. Feng Tong checked the time, stood up and said, "It's just past lunch break. It should be about the interview appointment."
Song Xuanhe also stood up. He had a lot of things to do in the afternoon, so it would be better to finish the interview quickly.
"Just go to the fitting room." After leaving Song Xuanhe's studio, Feng Tong turned to him and said, "I'll go get him over."
Song Xuanhe had no objection. He turned and went to the fitting room, sat down in the same place as yesterday, waiting for the model Feng Tong mentioned.
Two minutes later, there was a knock on the fitting room door.
"Enter."
The craft door with gray glass and black wrought iron frame was pushed open, and a tall man with a cold temperament came in.
Seeing the person coming, Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It's you?"
"Mr. Song?"
The person who came paused, and there was a wrinkle between his eyebrows as if it was born there, with a coldness and hostility that kept people at a distance.
Song Xuanhe looked the visitor up and down, a smile of interest appeared on the corner of his mouth, he stood up and walked to him, stretched out his hand and said: "Long time no see."
The man hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand with his jaw clenched.
Song Xuanhe shook hands with him and then let go, retracting his hand and saying, "I didn't expect it was you who interviewed me, Yu Shu. I thought we would never meet again."
Yu Shu said calmly: "I thought so too."
"Okay." Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows and walked towards where he had just sat, saying, "The fitting room is over there, the clothes are inside, how do you put them on? Don't you want me to teach you?"
"No need." Yu Shu handed the brown paper bag in his hand to Song Xuanhe and turned to enter the fitting room.
Song Xuanhe was somewhat curious about what had happened to turn the young man who looked somewhat rebellious but resolute into this cold and world-weary person. However, he had to admit that Yu Shu's current temperament was very suitable for the clothes he designed.
Yu Shu changed his clothes quickly and soon he opened the curtain of the fitting room and walked out.
He was not wearing shoes, walking barefoot on the catwalk, wearing a pure white linen trench coat. The clothes seemed to be tailor-made for him, with every detail tailored to perfection. The hem that went past his calves swayed smoothly with his steps, and the ancient totem embroidery in the same color on the collar was faintly visible under the light above the fitting room.
This seems to be a casual-style long trench coat, but the person wearing it always has a cold expression, and a wrinkle between the brows reveals a bit of hostility. The clothes on the model and the model's temperament are like the collision of pure white and pure black, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.
Yu Shu was the first person Song Xuanhe had met who could interpret this suit of his, and the design of this suit was actually not yet completely finished. He could almost imagine how eye-catching Yu Shu would be when he walked on the catwalk wearing the ready-made suit.
"On the shelf over there, from left to right." Song Xuanhe pointed at the sample clothes pegs at hand and said, "Try them one by one."
Yu Shu was a little surprised, but didn't say much. Following Song Xuanhe's instructions, he took the clothes and started one fitting show after another.
After Yu Shuo took turns to design these clothes, Song Xuanhe was sure that Yu Shuo was indeed the most suitable person for his designs. Although he could not fully interpret the feeling he wanted, being able to interpret 70% of it was a result that Song Xuanhe had never thought of before.
So after trying on the last piece of clothing, he said directly: "Sign the contract today, and fly to Country Y in September. Is that okay with you?"
Yu Shu was silent for a moment before saying, "You should know that I breached the contract before."
Song Xuanhe: "So?"
Yu Shu: "Do you still believe me?"
"I believe it." Song Xuanhe curled his lips, his tone was nonchalant, but there was a trace of scrutiny in his eyes: "You don't dare to break my promise, right?"
Yu Shu's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just said lightly: "I won't break my promise, don't worry, and I can't afford to pay the penalty for breach of contract to the heir of the Song family."
Song Xuanhe smiled nonchalantly and asked someone to prepare the contract. While waiting for the contract, he suddenly remembered the boy who was protected by Yu Shu before, and said, "By the way, where is the model who had a good relationship with you before?"
Yu Shu twitched his hand at his side and said calmly, "He is doing very well now, abroad."
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