Perhaps milk and fruit really help one sleep, Ruan Cunyun had a good sleep, got up full of energy, changed clothes, and started the day's work in high spirits.
His main task today was to stand in the company's booth, introduce the company's products and services to those who came to consult, and try to make them become customers.
Ruan Cunyun stood next to an old employee and learned for a whole day yesterday. He almost mastered it.
There were not many guests in the morning, and after Ruan Cunyun explained it to people a few times, he became very fluent.
He was already very familiar with the company's product line. The only difficulty he encountered was social anxiety. However, he gradually lost his fear when he found that the guests listened to him very seriously.
As noon approached, more and more people came. Ruan Cunyun was so absorbed in his explanation that he did not notice a man standing behind the crowd and had been listening to him for a long time.
After handing over this group of customers to the marketing department, Ruan Cunyun drank half a glass of water to moisten his throat and met his father's eyes.
The cold water slid into his throat with a sour taste. Ruan Cunyun frowned, his voice still as rough as cracked firewood: "If we want to quarrel, let's go outside and quarrel."
Father Ruan's eyebrows flashed with pain. He put his hands behind his back and didn't look directly at Ruan Cunyun: "Our company makes furniture and we want to upgrade our products. Does your company have any suggestions?"
Ruan Cunyun didn't expect that he was talking about official business. It really seemed like he was seeking cooperation.
What his father said was a little too sudden and too inappropriate.
He insisted on ignoring the side of Ruan Cunyun that truly belonged to him, and wanted to mold him into an upright cube, but he did not realize that everyone is a spring of living water that cannot be confined.
This thought flashed through his mind, and Ruan Cunyun calmed down and thought about how to solve the problem of the customer in front of him.
Qin Fanglu's move was too clever, the sarcasm was very effective. Ruan's father was old and in a high position, but no one had ever "educated" him like this.
Ruan Cunyun held the bank card in a daze, his mind blank.
Ruan Cunyun: "Ah?"
Father Ruan smiled and said, "I think if you were working in our company now, you would definitely not smile like you did when you introduced the product to me just now."
Ruan Cunyun paused and smiled faintly: "There are still many things you don't know."
"I thought a lot yesterday." Father Ruan said slowly, "I want to give you the best life and the quickest way to success, but this is not something I can decide."
He picked up the pen and tapped on the screen: "I think Zhufang can help your company upgrade its products and services in three aspects. The first is the intelligence of the furniture itself. The built-in AI program can remember the user's experience habits and automatically adjust to the best mode, such as lighting brightness, air conditioning temperature, etc. The second is integration. Users can remotely control the furniture in their homes through a simple APP, which is suitable for families with children or pets. The safety status can also be effectively monitored. The third is that in the process of purchasing furniture, using VR/AR technology, users can choose the most suitable furniture size without leaving home, and can also carry out convenient decoration design to shorten the purchase time."
After Ruan Cunyun finished speaking, a concise and clear plan was left on the paper, with clear points and strong targeting.
He had wanted to escape a long time ago, and he avoided everything about his father, so how could he understand him
When Mr. Ruan thought about Ruan Cunyun's enthusiastic and cheerful attitude when he introduced the product to others, and his clear and smooth thinking when he explained his suggestions to him, he realized that he seemed to have never taken a good look at his son.
Ruan Cunyun looked up suddenly, his eyes wide open.
Mr. Ruan spoke concisely and explained the company's current situation, bottlenecks and future plans clearly. Ruan Cunyun gradually listened to him.
Ruan Cunyun is truly radiant, enthusiastic, calm and confident. He truly loves his current job.
Only then did Ruan Cunyun realize that he seemed to have never understood what his father's company was doing.
Father Ruan paused, took the tablet from the secretary, and began to speak briefly.
"Boss Qin is trying to snatch my son from me," said Ruan's father. "He woke me up with a hammer."
When Ruan Cunyun was a child playing the piano, giving toasts at banquets, or performing at New Year's Eve dinners, his father never saw the smile on his son's face that he sees at the exhibition now.
Ruan Cunyun bit his lower lip and calmed his breath. "Can you tell me more about your company's product design concept and market positioning? We will provide the most suitable solution according to your needs."
Ruan Cunyun only felt the rounded corner of the bank card against the palm of his hand, which was a little painful.
"I haven't told your mother yet that you like... men. She's busy lately, I'll find time to tell her." Father Ruan coughed, "Use the card to buy something you like. You live alone in Shenzhen, so be careful."
Father Ruan took out a card and put it in Ruan Cunyun's hand. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened a little: "Giving money may not be of any use, but I still hope you can be happier. If you can think of a better way to compensate you, tell me."
"Yes, I'll go there in a minute." Father Ruan put away the tablet and insisted on talking about the previous topic. "I know it's useless to say anything now..."
"You..." Father Ruan said only one word and couldn't continue, pausing for a long time.
After Mr. Ruan finished speaking, Ruan Cunyun had almost thought it through.
But the content on the tablet was clear, showing several major product lines of Ruan's father's company.
"Did you take the wrong medicine yesterday?" Ruan Cunyun couldn't figure it out. His father seemed like a different person.
It's really numb.
"I'm really terrible, isn't it? I need an outsider to tell me how to get along with my son." Father Ruan smiled bitterly, "Xiaoyun, I have ignored your true feelings for too long. I understand why you blame me, blame me, and stay away from me."
Ruan Cunyun: “…Oh.”
Father Ruan put his hand on the edge of the paper and said after a long while, "I'm sorry."
Seeing that Ruan Cunyun did not reply, Father Ruan looked up at Ruan Cunyun this time and pointed at the large screen hanging in the booth: "Can your intelligent voice system be used on furniture?"
For example, when he was a child, he won the second prize in amateur dance but was ignored by his parents. For example, he has many cute fans on the Internet who like him to wear women's clothes. For example, he has been sad for too many years, and now he suddenly hears the word "I'm sorry". He feels so sad.
Ruan Cunyun was a little absent-minded at first, thinking about why his father came again? Why did he only ask about business matters and not yesterday's events? Did his mother know that he had come out? What was his father's intention
He stared into the robot's eyes all night last night, and finally figured out something.
"You speak very well. I didn't know you could speak so well."
His father was still immersed in his own emotions, so Ruan Cunyun didn't dare to ask what medicine Mr. Qin had given him.
Ruan Cunyun didn't know what to say, so he changed the subject stiffly: "So you want to cooperate with our company? If so, I'll take you to see a colleague in the marketing department."
No matter what job their son does or who he likes, it is not something their parents can control.
Later, Ruan Cunyun checked and found that the money in the card was enough for him to buy a house in a prime location in Shenzhen.
Father Ruan finally said: "If you meet the right person, you should bring him home to see him."
Ruan Cunyun changed the subject abruptly: "… The marketing department is over there, I'll take you there."
"Okay." Father Ruan packed up his things quickly and walked towards the marketing department of Zhufang.
Ruan Cunyun took a half step back and secretly looked at his father's profile.
When did this resolute man start to have white hair on his temples? When did fine lines begin to appear at the corners of his eyes
The father in my memory seems vague, the only sharp and clear image is his furious image.
But now, why did he smile bitterly and secretly slip him a bank card
Ruan Cunyun thought, after all these years, perhaps no one has stopped growing.
Whether it is him or his father who is over fifty years old.
The deep valley created by a knife can never be healed, and will only worsen with the rigid years.
Fortunately, although they were too late, they managed to turn around and build a simple bridge.
-
The three-day exhibition schedule passed in a flash.
, this business trip was a great success and we returned triumphantly.
On the last night, Zhu Han didn't go to the bar after all. Instead, the company had a luxurious seafood buffet together, and everyone felt great.
On the return flight, Ruan Cunyun still sat next to Qin Fanglu.
Taking the opportunity to pass the juice, Qin Fanglu naturally asked Ruan Cunyun: "Are you feeling better?"
This statement was incoherent, but Ruan Cunyun knew what he was referring to.
"Much better." Ruan Cunyun took a sip of orange juice. Today's was sweet.
"My dad and I chatted for a while, and that helped break the ice between us."
Qin Fanglu smiled and said "hmm".
"Did my dad come to see you?" Ruan Cunyun remembered this and mustered up the courage to ask, "Did you say something to him? He seemed to have suddenly come to his senses."
"Boss Ruan wants to take you back to his company to work." Qin Fanglu told the truth without hiding anything, then paused, "I didn't say anything."
Qin Fanglu said in a joking tone: "I just want to let Mr. Ruan know that if he doesn't respect you, you will be detained by me forever."
Ruan Cunyun was in a relaxed mood and was bold enough to joke with Qin Fanglu: "No need to detain me, Mr. Qin. I am a Zhu Fang man in life and a Zhu Fang ghost in death."
"Don't say that. Your boss is a capitalist. He can eat you up without leaving anything behind." Qin Fanglu narrowed his eyes. "You won't regret it?"
Qin Fanglu actually had some other meaning in his words, but Ruan Cunyun couldn't hear it. The child gritted his teeth and said, "You can ask me to give three speeches a week."
Qin Fanglu couldn't help but chuckle, his laughter was very magnetic and pleasant to hear.
"Ruan Cunyun, I have enlightened your father with just a few words. What should I say to make you enlightened?"
Qin Fanglu spoke in a very low voice, just enough to be drowned out by the cabin broadcast.
Ruan Cunyun didn't hear clearly, and asked doubtfully: "Boss Qin, what did you say?"
Qin Fanglu smiled, shook his head, leaned back in his chair and stopped talking.
In the sky with endless white clouds, Qin Fanglu quietly closed his eyes.
Just after saying those words to Ruan Cunyun, his heart began to beat faster and faster.
Qin Fanglu still remembered the three-step plan he had formulated at the beginning, but now it was a mess.
He wanted to get to know the other person step by step, and let the other person get to know him slowly, but he found that he couldn't act according to the plan.
When Qin Fanglu saw Ruan Cunyun crying alone on the terrace, his heart was twisted into a ball.
A strong thought clamored that he wanted to hug him legitimately without having to carefully obtain permission.
He wanted to hold his hand, kiss the tears off his face, keep him in his room for the night, hold him to sleep, and give him a warm hug all night when he was sad.
Qin Fanglu thought at that time, it would be great if he was Ruan Cunyun’s boyfriend.
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After returning to Shenzhen, the promotion of new projects was carried out in an orderly manner and life returned to its previous rhythm.
Perhaps it was during the business trip that Ruan Cunyun cried in his boss's arms without any composure, and the two of them developed some kind of connection of "sharing the same secret", which made Ruan Cunyun more relaxed when dealing with Qin Fanglu, and far less restrained than at the beginning.
The only slight awkwardness came from Ruan Cunyun confirming once again that Qin Fanglu's figure was really his.
Ruan Cunyun always felt that he had some impure thoughts about his boss, but he didn't have the courage to do anything groundbreaking.
At noon, Xiao Mei jumped to find Ruan Cunyun and said, "Xiao Yun, I finally did it! I brought my own lunch!"
Xiaomei opened the lunch box, which contained two meat dishes and one vegetable dish. It looked ordinary, but smelled very delicious.
Ruan Cunyun took a deep breath and smelled the aroma into his lungs: "It smells so good, it must be delicious."
"Then do you want to have lunch together?" Xiaomei asked.
"Sorry, I've been too busy lately and didn't bring my own food." Ruan Cunyun thought for a moment, "How about I order some takeout and eat with you. I found that the company has a very secluded and comfortable lounge, and usually no one goes there!"
"Okay, okay." Xiao Mei said happily, "The company has such a treasure? How come I never knew about it."
Ruan Cunyun blinked: "You will know in a moment."
The takeaway was delivered quickly. The last time Ruan Cunyun went to the lounge was to practice his speech, and he missed that quiet and spacious place a little.
Ruan Cunyun was carrying a takeaway, walking in front of him with a familiar look, and turned his head to Xiaomei and said, "This way. It's in this corridor. It's quite hidden, right? It took me a long time to find this place."
Xiaomei was chattering excitedly at first, but she became silent after turning into the corridor, and even her footsteps slowed down.
The two stopped at the door of the lounge. Ruan Cunyun looked at the empty cozy lounge and said happily, "Sister Xiaomei, I knew no one would be here today! Isn't it comfortable here!"
Xiaomei was as silent as a chicken. Ruan Cunyun turned around in confusion and saw the dazed expression on Xiaomei's face.
"Xiao Yun..." Xiao Mei took a deep breath, "You said that every time you brought food here, you ate in this lounge?"
Ruan Cunyun was inexplicably nervous: "Yes."
"Don't you really know where this place is?" Xiao Mei looked at him sadly, her eyes seemed to say "How could you, such an unlucky child, survive to this day?"
"Isn't it just an ordinary lounge..." Ruan Cunyun became less and less confident as he spoke.
Xiao Mei was convinced and told him in a compassionate tone: "This is Mr. Qin's private lounge."
This sentence was like a deep-water bomb, the sun hitting the earth. Ruan Cunyun's ears were buzzing, and he heard Xiaomei's vague voice in the distance: "Silly child, it's because this is President Qin's lounge, so it's always empty!"
Ruan Cunyun felt like he had a heatstroke in the cool office.
Xiaomei closed the wide-open door a little, pointed at it and said, "Look, there's a sign on it that says only the CTO can enter... Hey, who took the sign?"
Xiao Mei scratched her head, found the company floor plan on her phone, and showed it to Ruan Cunyun: "Look, it's marked here, President Qin's lounge."
At this moment, Ruan Cunyun could no longer hear other people's voices. His mind was full of thoughts. He was eating, taking a nap, and practicing speeches in the lounge. Qin Fanglu had seen him several times. Why didn't he tell himself that this was his lounge!
Who covered him with an extra blanket when he woke up
Ruan Cunyun was a little dazed the whole afternoon. He was so bold as to treat Mr. Qin's territory as his own nest and acted rampant for several months without any restraint.
As a socially phobic person, Ruan Cunyun was already fuming with embarrassment.
So the question is, why did Mr. Qin see me several times but did nothing
This is a more serious problem, dragging Ruan Cunyun into the floating abyss.
He vaguely felt that the relationship between Qin Fanglu and his subordinates seemed to have deteriorated a bit.
Ruan Cunyun previously thought that the situation had deteriorated from his end, but now it seems that there may be another answer...
Ruan Cunyun mechanically tapped the keyboard as he waited absent-mindedly until the afternoon. When he came to his senses, he found that half of the office was empty and his colleagues had all gone off work.
On the screen, the icon of the company's internal chat software was flashing. Ruan Cunyun was still wondering who sent him a message after work, when he saw Qin Fanglu's avatar with a golden CTO title flashing, and he sent him a "waving" emoticon.
Qin Fanglu: [Is it convenient for me to go to your seat now? ]
Ruan Cunyun looked up and saw Qin Fanglu sitting upright at his workstation, looking at him inquiringly.
With his heart beating fast, Ruan Cunyun quickly replied: [Sure.]
There was no one around. Ruan Cunyun watched Qin Fanglu walking towards him step by step, and pulled a chair to sit next to him.
Qin Fanglu clasped his hands together and rubbed his finger bones with his thumbs. He seemed even more nervous than when he was giving a speech at the exhibition.
Ruan Cunyun was afraid that the relationship between superiors and subordinates would continue to deteriorate, so he stared at the screen and did not dare to look at Qin Fanglu.
This was the second time Qin Fanglu had done this in his life, and he was still at a loss, his eyes fixed on the table.
"Are you free this weekend? Do you want to go to a hot spring resort?"
After saying this, Qin Fanglu closed his eyes in despair.
He had thought of countless ways to word it beforehand, but in the end he ended up using the stupidest one.
Ruan Cunyun stuttered a little: "Ah, like horse riding, is it also an activity of the 'New Star Cultivation' program?"
Qin Fanglu was silent. Did Ruan Cunyun think it was organized by the company last time
"Just like riding horses, these are all personal invitations from me."
"Are we just two?" Ruan Cunyun asked blankly.
"Yes." Qin Fanglu answered immediately.
Ruan Cunyun stopped talking.
The hesitation of the one you love is the most painful torture in the world. Qin Fanglu felt sad and decided to end his life: "Because it is a private invitation, you can refuse it. The same applies to going out with colleagues later. Have a happy weekend."
"Ah, that's not what I meant." Ruan Cunyun woke up from silence, and in a panic he grabbed the corner of Qin Fanglu's clothes as he was about to leave, and then quickly let go.
Ruan Cunyun's Adam's apple slid up and down, and his voice was a little trembling: "I want to go. Mr. Qin, I can go."
Qin Fanglu paused, looking down at him, his eyes bright as a child who got candy: "Really? Now the capitalist wants to take you to a hot spring, just the two of us, have you thought about it?"
"I've thought about it." Ruan Cunyun nodded affirmatively.
He had just fallen silent only because many details of the past had come to light.
For example, Qin Fanglu sent him home when he was drunk, picked him up in the rain, guided him to give a speech, allowed him to use the private lounge, and asked him to go horseback riding last time...
Ruan Cunyun shuddered all over, not daring to raise his eyes, and his voice was as small as a mosquito.
"Are we, are we..."
He wanted to ask if we were dating now.
Qin Fanglu helplessly said "tsk" softly, and took over his conversation: "Why don't you get it yet?"
"This is the capitalist chasing you, do you understand?"
(End of this chapter)