Everyone makes mistakes, learn to be tolerant and try to give them another chance to get back when they got lost.
Chen Zhan, with the plot of the Holy Father in his arms, asked for a cocktail from the plate of the waiter who passed by, and raised his head to reveal his fragile Adam's apple.
This moment makes people feel that he is weak and deceitful.
[System: You are so scary.]
Chen Zhan gave off a soft smile: "Another ten minutes have passed."
Fenghe can be regarded as a leading local enterprise, and a singer was also invited to help out today. If the guests are dressed in evening dresses, the form is somewhat similar to a star charity gala.
Chen Zhan's entire net worth is not as high as the reserve price of the auction, so it is impossible to join in the fun. But it does not affect him to look at the famous masterpieces.
The work being displayed is a painting of icy sea creatures. The tones are extremely bleak. Chen Zhan is not sensitive to art, and can also feel a sense of suffocation from it.
Wouldn't it be a sin to buy such a painting and hang it at home
He probably also knew how superficial his thoughts were. He glanced at random and saw the young man who painted Yin Ronglan before. At this moment, his eyes were shining, and he seemed to appreciate this painting quite a bit.
A small brand at random is an increase of hundreds of thousands of dollars.
After the bidding started, no one walked around anymore. Chen Zhan sat in his seat and watched the bigwigs raise their placards one by one, thinking about who this painting would end up with in the end.
As soon as he had this question, he suddenly smiled and shook his head. Perhaps Yin Ronglan's purpose of this trip was just for it, and it might not be necessary to ask someone to take the photo on his behalf.
Before the final turnover appeared, Chen Zhan bent down and left from the sidewalk.
[System: Are you leaving now?]
Chen Zhan sneered, if he didn't leave, he was afraid that he would not even give the last 20 hours after hearing the auction price.
On the way back, I gave up the car and chose to stroll to the hotel, during which I bought some special snacks that are only available in Tuohai City.
Yin Ronglan was checking the electronic version of the documents sent by his subordinates in the guest room, and finished his work after hearing the knock on the door.
Taking a few heavy bags from Chen Zhan's hand, he asked jokingly, "Big shopping in a department store?"
Chen Zhan pointed to one of the bags: "This is yours."
Yin Ronglan was taken aback for a moment: "Isn't it... a little too much?"
Chen Zhan: "Take it back and share it with friends." After a pause, he smiled and said, "I borrowed a car for you over and over again, and I helped take care of the dog. It's not very authentic if you don't bring something back to them."
Seemingly surprised by this thoughtful consideration, Yin Ronglan said thank you.
Chen Zhan poured a glass of water to relieve his thirst, leaned against the table and asked, "Did you watch my update today?"
Yin Ronglan was processing the information from his subordinates at that time. He probably swept through the text, thinking that he had read it, so he nodded.
Chen Zhan asked him for his opinion as a reader as usual.
Yin Ronglan responded with 'consistent excellence'.
When the two sides were chatting and answering questions, Chen Zhan's mobile phone suddenly vibrated, not a phone call, but the music of the alarm. After closing, a sweet voice sounded: Good evening, it is exactly nineteen o'clock Beijing time, the weather is cloudy...
Yin Ronglan didn't remember that Chen Zhan had the habit of opening voice broadcasts, and was a little puzzled.
The second time to tell the time was when they went to the cafeteria downstairs for a late night snack. There were not many people around them, because of the movement of the mobile phone, several eyes converged here. Chen Zhan didn't care either, and waited patiently until the end of the voice broadcast.
"Why set an alarm every hour?"
Chen Zhan's answer was ambiguous: "Remind yourself to cherish every moment."
The night passed peacefully.
The next day Chen Zhanqi was about the same time as usual. There were no special circumstances. Yin Ronglan woke up also early.
Opening the window, the cold wind blew on the face, and people were refreshed. Chen Zhan stood by the window and looked at the scenery for a while, and said, "The birthday banquet of the founder of Fenghe Group is tonight."
Yin Ronglan's lips moved, but before she made a sound, Chen Zhan had already seen the result from the mouth shape of the first word: "I understand, you are not worthy."
Yin Ronglan nodded. After a while, Fu slowly spoke again: "I will take the train back to Y City in the afternoon."
Staying here for a long time will increase the possibility of exposure.
He pretended to be quite decent, packed up the toiletries, and packed all the souvenirs that Chen Zhan bought.
Claiming to go to the train station ahead of time, Yin Ronglan said goodbye after lunch.
"Safe journey." Chen Zhan looked calm and waved goodbye.
Yin Ronglan stared at him, smiled and said, "Contact when you go back."
The luxurious guest room returned to the quietness of being alone, and the sudden silence made people uncomfortable.
Chen Zhan finally felt a little unbearable. Seeing that it had been an hour since Yin Ronglan left, he made a phone call.
"Are you on the train?"
"Well." In fact, the special planes have arrived and are preparing to board.
Chen Zhan paused and reminded kindly: "If you are bored on the road, you can read the novel I wrote to pass the time."
Yin Ronglan's voice contained a smile: "It won't be boring."
When Chen Zhan fell silent, he took the initiative to explain: "I'm playing a game."
He also wanted to try again to see if he could play the picture of a brother-in-law attack through other branch lines. Any employee in the company could meet five or six times, and there was no reason for him to unlock all the plots to play once.
After the call ended, Chen Zhan sat there motionless for five minutes, then slowly got up to pack up and prepare to go to the banquet.
... benevolence and righteousness are exhausted.
Making money, making money, making money is the eternal equation in Vanity Fair. In the birthday banquet at night, Chen Zhan was just an inconspicuous little person. He was a familiar face due to the fact that he had a lot of topics in the news recently, and he dealt with the big guys.
After greeting half of the people, the birthday banquet was over.
The next morning on the flight back to Y City, Chen Zhan's eyebrows were somewhat exhausted.
It only took three hours to return to the familiar land.
All the souvenirs he brought back were given to the old man from the opposite door. Chen Zhan insisted on restoring his vitality in the dream state in the way of Sleeping Beauty. When I opened my eyes again, I regained my spirit.
On the second day after returning, I was directly involved in the update of the listening channel, and in addition, I had to take care of a late-night radio station, and Chen Zhan was busy for a while.
A certain poor nobleman was left behind naturally, and the two sides had no contact for a week. In the end, Yin Ronglan called first and asked him to go out for a walk.
Sunday, downtown.
The streets are full of liveliness, and pedestrians are talking and laughing.
Chen Zhan was curious: "Why do you suddenly think of shopping?"
Yin Ronglan has a hi-jing temperament, and choosing to visit the city center is unexpected.
"It's almost New Year's, and it's cheaper to buy things now."
The area where the two visited was not limited to shopping malls, but basically wandered along the streets. On the way, I was attracted to stop by a video store. The records were neatly placed on the shelf, giving people the illusion of returning to the 1980s.
Yin Ronglan said casually, "Do you have a favorite singer?"
"Black Funny Band." Chen Zhan's eyes stayed on an album cover: "The style of music is very distinctive."
They didn't stay long because the owner was in a hurry to close the store. On the way, Chen Zhan could vaguely feel that the other party was inquiring about his preferences without revealing any traces. He couldn't help guessing that this might be a prelude to a showdown, and he could make reconciliation by sending things.
However, Yin Ronglan never bought anything.
Boys are probably not suitable for shopping. In Yin Ronglan's eyes, many products are just the same. As for Chen Zhan, he is actually a little sleepy.
After finally finding a dessert shop to rest for a while, looking at Chen Zhan's sleepy state, Yin Ronglan smiled: "What would you like to eat? The pudding here is very famous."
Chen Zhan chose the mango flavored one, while Yin Ronglan was not interested in desserts and ordered a cold drink.
Most of the day was spent shopping, and until he got home, Chen Zhan didn't understand what he was thinking about.
For the next few days, Yin Ronglan seemed to be very busy, and only occasionally sent a message.
One morning, the sun was rare, and Chen Zhan was typing in the house when he was suddenly called over by the old man mysteriously.
As soon as I entered the door, a melody entered my ears.
After being stunned for a few seconds, a figure was caught off guard... Yin Ronglan was holding a guitar, the buttons of his shirt were not as meticulously fastened as usual, and the exposed collarbone made him particularly charming when playing and singing.
The melody is very nice, it is the famous song of the black funny band that Chen Zhan likes.
When Yin Ronglan plucked the strings, it seemed that time was going back in time, so that Chen Zhan could vaguely see what he looked like when he was in college.
At this time, the old man walked up to him holding a fruit cake: "Happy birthday."
In a rational and calm life, Chen Zhan rarely reacted immediately.
His actual age is a few years younger than the original body, and coincidentally it is the same month and the same day. Probably because there was hardly any special celebration in the past, it gradually faded away after a long time.
Staring at the cute smiling face on the cake for a long time, unable to find a better wording, I just said thank you dryly.
The old man waved his hand: "If it weren't for that kid, I wouldn't know your birthday is today."
Chen Zhan looked at Yin Ronglan, who put down the guitar: "I saw your ID card when I was in the hotel."
After inserting a few colorful candles, Yin Ronglan closed the curtains, and the light of the candles gradually appeared: "It was supposed to celebrate at night, but at that time I had something to do."
Chen Zhan put his hands together, blew out the candle and made a wish.
The cake was cut evenly by the old man, and then he took out a roll from under the table: "I don't have anything to give, so I wrote a subtitle for you."
After it was spread out, it said good fortune and good luck, and the handwriting was very public and beautiful.
Yin Ronglan added with a smile: "It's not enough just to have good fortune, but also to be safe and smooth and live a long life."
This is probably the best blessing to a person.
Looking at each other, Chen Zhan's heart couldn't help but tensed slightly. He touched the outline of the small book in his pocket through the cloth, and his thoughts floated—
If not, stop here... Temporarily stop daily material collection.
Yin Ronglan picked the largest piece of the cut cake and put it in front of him, and at the same time took out a carefully prepared gift box.
They don't need too much attention. Chen Zhan dismantled it in person. When he saw what was inside, he couldn't help but be stunned: "This is..."
"The latest recording pen," Yin Ronglan introduced the product model specifically: "I usually use a small notebook to record when I see you, which may be inconvenient."
Having said this, he smiled and said, "If you carry this with you, it will not be easy to miss it."
Hearing that, Chen Zhan was silent for a while, and then carefully put away the recorder. When he looked up again, he looked at him with a very complicated look: "You think about it... it's very thoughtful."
The author has something to say: Yin Ronglan: I hope he likes my carefully selected gifts.
System: You silly!