Chapter 11 Chapter 11 What do men know about history? Let me test...
Sui Yi immediately tilted his head and adjusted his glasses, as if they were his only shield, trying to defend against the lethality of the gentle and smiling eyes in the camera.
In just a few seconds, his emotions went through ups and downs:
What if Qing'er asked me to turn on the camera later? Would it be disrespectful to refuse?
Would she recognize me from our previous encounter in the restaurant? How could I explain why I didn't recognize her then?
The recovery period from turning pink has just passed, I wonder if this will look unnatural?
Should I take off my glasses? They all say I look fierce with them on, but if I take them off I have to look very close and my face will definitely be distorted.
Why does my mouth feel a little dry? It probably doesn’t even look moist, but is there not enough time to drink some water?
…
That’s right, Mr. Sui didn’t reveal his identity because he didn’t want to expose his identity or for other excuses.
But he was too panicked at the moment, and knew that his appearance did not conform to the mainstream aesthetic, so for some reason he did not speak.
"Good evening, boss."
The cell phone was placed on the bedside, Wen Qingyang sat cross-legged, and moved forward, bringing his smooth profile close to the camera, his messy black hair brushing against the corner of the camera.
"Good evening."
Sui Yi lowered his eyelids slightly and replied vaguely: "Good evening."
In an invisible corner, his fingers were curled tightly together, rubbing anxiously and restlessly, trying to simulate the most appropriate response plan.
Mr. Sui was not this nervous even when he attended the board meeting for the first time.
Wen Qingyang couldn't see his little movements, but she was always perceptive and could vaguely sense his emotional excitement from his voice.
Like fresh snow covered by a layer of mist, the ending tone is always swallowed up.
Quite young, actually.
She feigned ignorance and didn't inquire further about his feelings. She simply continued with what she had said before: "The universe is vast, time is long, and only by reading history and books can one understand life. Reading more history often allows one to view life from a higher perspective. The Qin Dynasty, in particular, was a truly interesting era of change. Anyone who delves into the relevant historical materials can come away with something valuable."
Sui Yi was stunned.
"Before the Qin Dynasty, male superiority and female inferiority were considered the norm in feudal society. Men enjoyed endless resources, while women could only constantly give in order to survive. Emperor Qianning Rong Xuan, in response to the expectations of the times, overturned the shackles, promoted his mother to the supreme throne, and liberated the productive forces of women."
Wen Qingyang didn't mind the uneventful call interface. He just stared at the camera with a calm tone.
"After the fall of the powerful Qin Dynasty, the era of male supremacy returned for a time. Fearing resistance from women, the men at the time instituted extremely unequal rules to suppress them, even more so than before. A woman would first drink the blood of her mother and father, then eat the flesh of her brother, then skin her husband, and finally suck the marrow from her son."
"Even through the pages of a book, that kind of feudal oppression still makes one's hair stand on end."
The chaotic thoughts in Sui Yi's mind dissipated, and he seemed to be able to glimpse the unfolding of history from her narration. The smoke raised by the wheels rolling forward eventually turned into wind and sand, crossing the long river of time and blowing through those eyes to a thousand years later.
He subconsciously pinched the edge of his Adam's apple, then recalled a comment and asked, "Teacher Qing, are you really a history scholar?"
"You think too highly of me." Wen Qingyang smiled, not hesitating to reveal all his information. "I studied computer science in college. I'm just a history enthusiast. How can I be that knowledgeable?"
Sui Yi had seen others talk big before.
Business dealings always involve socializing, and he was always the only man in the office. High-ranking and aloof, he would simply sit and sip his tea, watching the CEOs chat about "what women should talk about."
At that time, he just felt annoyed: She acted like no one understood. Did she really think that women could automatically unlock a doctorate in history and politics when they reached a certain age?
However, Qing'er looked to be in her twenties, and with just a few words from her, he inadvertently felt a touch of intellectualism deep in his heart.
Mr. Sui's eyelashes fluttered.
"I just wanted to say—"
Wen Qingyang caught the sound of shallow breathing in the silence, curled his lips and smiled, "Don't lose faith in the world."
"Historically, women's pursuit of equal rights has not been smooth sailing. They have repeatedly paid a great price to overcome difficulties and achieve the harmonious situation of gender equality today."
"Of course, universal ideas aren't perfect. For example, there are feminists like me, and there are also people who look down on wives who marry into their families. But, just like the fall and succession of the Qin Dynasty, clear-headed idealists will always push the world for a better future, clarifying themselves through discussion and moving forward through debate."
"So, don't be unhappy."
She lowered her voice a little, and the ending tone swirled softly.
Sui Yi immediately covered the receiver and gasped violently.
The silk ribbon rose and fell, causing his throat to ache and even giving off a sense of impending suffocation.
Ever since I met her, I often have strange reactions. Even listening to a few words from her will make me feel unbearable, as if I am addicted.
He untied the Adam's apple tie with one hand, threw it next to the pillow, covered his neck, and tried to calm his unstable breathing.
The sudden scraping sound was followed by an unusual silence.
Wen Qingyang was too lazy to think about it, so he calmly picked up his phone and started browsing the forum, not caring what angle of death he saw there.
After more than ten minutes, I heard a voice from the other side: "Why don't you ask me to turn on the camera too?"
The new snow has emerged from the fog, bringing a hint of coolness that makes people feel slightly itchy.
Why else.
Song Weirui had teased her before, asking if she had any plans to meet with the number one guy and take him down?
How did she answer?
Who knows what the rich guy looks like in real life? Now he is generous with the money and doesn't have to deal with it face to face. Unlike the male anchor, he has to act coquettishly and cutely to the big sister to keep her. He just needs to be gentle and he will get the money.
What a happy life as an anchor! Only a fool would take the initiative to break the situation!
What's more, how many rich people like them are easy to be deceived? If they do that, they will lose their husbands and their soldiers, and the result will be a loss that does not make up for the gain. It would be bad if they create hatred.
Wen Qingyang swallowed the string of idioms on his lips and raised an eyebrow at the camera: "How dare I ask the boss, you are my number one!"
"I turned on the camera simply because I wanted to, and boys are more concerned about protecting their privacy. Boss, you're probably busy with work, so it's normal that you don't have the energy to video chat."
She touched the tip of her nose and turned to pick up a stack of photos.
Because the room was narrow, Wen Qingyang didn't even need to get up. He just stretched out his arms and got the things from the small table next to the single bed.
Sui Yi noticed this and couldn't help but frown.
"These are the photos I took today. My fans have been asking for some goodies, so how about putting these in the raffle box?" Wen Qingyang held up the photos one by one, showing them to the camera without a trace of impatience. "You're giving me a VIP sneak peek. Please help me judge them."
At this moment, host Wen was very glad that he did not let poverty get to his head. Otherwise, if he had listened to Song Weirui and used the law firm's printer to print out color photos, the quality would have been far worse.
I had to be ruthless and buy her a Polaroid camera, otherwise she would have felt embarrassed to give it to me.
Sui Yi saw Qing'er wearing a light grey sweatshirt, squatting beside a somewhat dilapidated stone lion, making a "V" sign with two fingers, smiling brightly, without a trace of gloom between his eyebrows.
She said she just graduated from college this year, but her confidant and reliable manner during the live broadcast always makes people ignore her age.
Sui Yi looked at a few pictures and suddenly it became clear to him - he still looked like a student.
I have already been working in the group for three years and am an old man over 25 years old.
No matter how you think about it, the two seem like two parallel lines that will never intersect, and it's hard to create any story.
He pursed his lips and asked softly, "They are all very beautiful, and the scenery is also beautiful. Did you take these photos in the garden?"
"No, it's just an ordinary little park. Apparently, it's quite photogenic there."
Wen Qingyang turned them over and looked at them, then put them into beautifully packaged boxes, thinking that it was mainly because they looked good.
"How do I enter the lottery?" Xiao Sui didn't understand. "Can I get all the photos?"
"No~"
Wen Qingyang laughed out loud and teased him, "Boss, do you like my photos very much? It's a pity that the lucky draw is in the live broadcast room. If you're unlucky, you might not win. Is your luck good usually?"
Sui Yi didn't know either.
Luck is almost equivalent to risk for him. What he is good at is to plan before taking action and continuously increase his own capital, rather than waiting for fate to favor him.
"Can I buy it then? How many digits?"
Wen Qingyang glanced at the photo and unexpectedly realized that she could make a lot of money from it. However, her conscience suddenly took over at this moment, holding her back from reaching out to catch the money that was about to fly towards her.
She sighed.
"No, a good anchor can't break his promise to his fans." Wen Qingyang looked at the camera gloomily and didn't keep the secret any longer. "Don't worry, boss, yours has already been reserved. It's lying in a super-large gift box. So could you please tell me the address?"
Sui Yi didn't expect that he had already enjoyed favoritism.
He couldn't contain his surprise and joy for a moment, and didn't notice Qing'er's abnormality at all.
"Boss, when you have time, you can also post photos on WeChat Moments or short video platforms to record interesting moments, and then look at them when you feel unhappy. This is also my secret to fighting bad moods!" Wen Qingyang adjusted his state, remembered the other party's blank WeChat Moments, and added casually.
"Hmm...Okay."
She lowered her head to tie the ribbon around the gift box. Thinking about the sponsor's preference for reporting, she muttered, "After tomorrow's live broadcast, I might need to rest for two or three days. My camera just happened to arrive, so I plan to use this time to shoot the vlog everyone suggested. But the temperature is about to rise again, so I'll have to run around and sweat again—"
"Let's buy a car." Sui Yi interrupted her.
In fact, if Mr. Sui had not been afraid of appearing disrespectful, he would have planned to pay directly with the card. After all, he only had money to spend.
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