After returning from Shanhai Town, Mi Yang fell ill, not too serious, not so severe that he had to be hospitalized, but he took medicine on and off for more than a month before he felt better.
Bai Luochuan was worried about him, so he handed the bookstore over to Fu Qisheng and insisted on keeping Mi Yang by his side, taking him back to Shanghai.
Mi Yang has graduated. He has some savings in his hands over the years, and he is not in a hurry to find a job. He simply takes a vacation and stays in Shanghai to recuperate with Bai Luochuan. Their current relationship has been recognized by both families, and Cheng Qing is relieved to let them live together. After so many years, she feels that Bai Luochuan takes better care of her son than she does, so there is nothing to worry about.
According to Bai Luochuan's idea, he wanted to take Mi Yang to the office and keep him under his nose to eat and give him medicine. However, Mi Yang was a little embarrassed. After all, there were elders in his family there. It would be fine if Luo Jiangjing saw him, but if Mi Zehai saw him reading and dozing off in the prince's office, he felt that his own father would be very angry.
Since Mi Yang refused to go, Bai Luochuan tried his best to reduce his schedule. If he really had to go on a business trip, he would definitely take Mi Yang with him.
He took good care of Mi Yang along the way. Mi Yang was mainly suffering from a mental illness, so the fatigue from the journey did not seem to be a big deal under his considerate care, and Mi Yang's health gradually got better.
Mi Yang returned to Shanghai and temporarily put aside the task of tutoring Mr. Zhan's daughter in Beijing. Wu Shuang had originally agreed that she would only tutor for a period of time. When Mi Yang was away, Zhan Rong couldn't find a suitable person. Since Wu Shuang had become familiar with both father and daughter during this period, she volunteered to be the tutor herself.
Wu Shuang gave her heart, and her relationship with Mr. Zhan developed smoothly. She also became closer and closer to Zhan Rong's daughter. The ten-year-old girl was not ignorant of everything. After observing Wu Shuang for a while with initial concern, she began to accept her cautiously.
Wu Shuang was greatly surprised by the kindness shown by the little girl from the Zhan family, but it soon turned into surprise.
Wu Shuang's relationship was going well, so she wanted to invite Mi Yang out for dinner to express her gratitude. After all, it was because of Mi Yang's help that her relationship was going so well.
Mi Yang happened to come to Beijing for a meeting with Bai Luochuan. When Wu Shuang called him, he was delivering repaired books at the Yisantang Bookstore in Beijing. Hearing her repeated and enthusiastic invitations, he couldn't refuse and agreed.
Wu Shuang was quite happy and said to him, "I heard that you haven't been in a good mood recently. There is a resort hotel here that has invited Michelin chefs to prepare meals. There is also a golf course. If you come here and eat some delicious food and exercise, you should feel better."
Mi Yang was a little surprised, but still smiled and said, "Okay, thank you for your trouble."
Wu Shuang said, "Why are you being so polite to me? Where's your girlfriend? Have you given her the ring? Aren't you going to bring her along?"
Mi Yang thought for a moment and said, "I'll tell him. He's been busy with work recently. If I have time, I'd like to formally introduce him to you."
Wu Shuang smiled and said, "You're finally willing to let me see it? This is really your treasure. I'm really looking forward to it!"
Mi Yang smiled and arranged a meeting time with her. After talking with Wu Shuang, he called Bai Luochuan. Bai Luochuan had some things to deal with in the Beijing branch and was in a meeting. When Mi Yang called, Zhao Haisheng answered the phone. When he heard it was Mi Yang, he took the phone and asked Mr. Bai to answer it in person.
Mi Yang said hurriedly: "No, let him work first, I don't have anything important to do..."
Zhao Haisheng grinned and said, "Bai, Mr. Bai doesn't have anything important to do. He has been fighting with that group of people for a whole day and is tired. Let him answer the phone and relax."
As he spoke, he knocked on the door of the conference room and went in.
Zhao Haisheng was nearly two meters tall and built like an iron tower. Even in a suit and with a stern face, he looked like a thug. He had a barbaric look no matter how you looked at him. After he came in, he put away the last bit of smile on his face, leaned close to Bai Luochuan's ear and whispered a few words, then handed over the phone.
Bai Luochuan had been in meetings all day and had a headache from being fired. He rubbed his brows and whispered a few words on his phone. He didn't mention anyone, but his attitude was much more relaxed: "Me, this weekend? It's not impossible, who else... Okay, then it's settled. I'll ask someone to arrange a car. You tell her it'll be one day at most. She has to go back to Shanghai on Monday, okay."
When Bai Luochuan spoke, everyone in the conference room pricked up their ears to listen.
They couldn't hear the sound from Mr. Bai's phone, but they could hear some of what he said. The amount of information was limited, but if they observed carefully, they could hear a sense of closeness in his tone, as if he was someone around them.
Some people looked at the finger of this white man holding the phone, and their eyes fell on the ring he was wearing, with a little thought.
But the middle-aged men who came with him from Luo's headquarters didn't think so at all. Although they also saw the ring on Bai Luochuan's hand, they didn't think he really had a wife. Luo's prince had found the Yue family. Could it be that the Yue family would be so low-key and not have any contact with them? If they were lower than Luo's, they would have more contact with them. If they were on an equal footing with Luo's, they would naturally have more contact with them. Cooperation between strong forces is the most common thing in the business world, even if it's just borrowing each other's names.
Yonezawa Hai, who was sitting next to him, was carefully looking through the contract in his hand. He is really so low-key.
While waiting for Bai Luochuan to hang up the phone, everyone made all kinds of guesses. Some people from the Beijing branch even wondered if Luo Jiangjing had called specifically to help his son. After all, the matter to be discussed today was too complicated, involving too many interests, so no one dared to take sides easily.
Bai Luochuan looked at everyone and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does anyone have anything else to say about this piece of land?"
The conference room was silent for a while. Everyone looked at each other and then focused their attention on the position of Bai Luochuan's left and right hands. Sitting on Bai Luochuan's left hand was Mi Zehai, and on the other side was a veteran who took over the Beijing branch after he left. He had been here for half a year and everyone called him Mr. Kang. It was he who had the opportunity to acquire this piece of land through various connections.
President Kang pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "We have said everything that needs to be said at today's meeting. The land in Beijing will never be vacant. Our Luo Group cannot fall behind. The development of this batch of villa projects is a matter of time."
Bai Luochuan nodded and called for the meeting to end.
He stood up and waited for Mi Zehai for a while. Apart from that, he did not show any extra care to anyone else and continued to walk very fast.
Mr. Kang stood up slowly, a few steps behind him, and was not in a hurry to leave.
Some of his close associates also came closer, frowning slightly and said, "Boss Kang, from what I heard from Boss Bai, it seems that he is not very supportive of the development of this piece of land. This is not going to be easy."
Another said: "What does a young boy in his early twenties know?"
The other party hesitated and said, "Bai Luochuan is young, but he still knows a little bit. Mr. Luo taught him very well. He did very well in the branch before."
The man sneered, "In the final analysis, he benefited from the Xinjiang business. The projects he worked on in the Beijing branch were all moved to Tianjin. How can he compare with Mr. Kang? This is a serious big order. Mr. Kang has been busy for half a year for this piece of land. I don't know how many times he has run to the bank to make connections. If it doesn't work, we can apply to the head office and do it ourselves..."
President Kang coughed lightly and said, "It's all for the company. Since the head office sent him here, we'll listen to his opinions."
The person next to him who had a slightly more radical attitude was a little dissatisfied and whispered, "To put it bluntly, even if he is the prince of Luo's, he will only be responsible to Mr. Luo. Can he represent the interests of all shareholders?"
Mr. Kang did not refute his words, but there was no worry on his face. He looked relaxed and had obviously made his own plans. He walked out with the others, walked a few steps and got into the car, then told his secretary, "Go check where Bai Luochuan is going this weekend."
The secretary agreed, and since it was a company-sent car, he found out the location shortly afterwards.
"They said they were going to a golf resort hotel in the suburbs of Beijing."
Mr. Kang: "Resort hotel? What activities are there over the weekend?"
The secretary, who had been with him for many years and was very good at handling things, replied, "I just heard that there is a government-led summit for bankers and entrepreneurs, and many people will be there. Wu Shuang'an and Mr. Zhan Rong of Jin Investment will all be there."
Mr. Kang tapped his fingers on the leather chair twice, a little confused: "Zhan Rong?"
The secretary said, "Yes, he has booked the entire hotel and seems to be holding a private banquet on Sunday."
Mr. Kang frowned and said, "This person is a bit troublesome."
He had been working in Beijing for half a year, but he had been plotting for Beijing for several years. He had also heard about the people who had appeared in Beijing in the past two years, especially this Zhan Rong. He had met this Mr. Zhan in Shanghai a few years ago. He was a smart person who knew how to act and how to move forward and backward. Large companies such as Luo's controlled the real estate industry in Shanghai. After a detour, he turned his attention to Beijing and his business was also booming.
I heard that this person had returned from abroad and had overseas financial support. He had been acting as an agent for several years after returning to China. He was very generous and decisive in his actions, had a unique vision, and had frequent contacts with people from other fields. Mr. Kang had been unable to figure out his depth.
The Luo family is also struggling to keep up with the capital turnover, and a big part of the reason why the project in Beijing has not been sure of funding is that Mr. Kang has many connections in banks, but if Mr. Xiaobai can get some overseas funding support, then the results of his hard work for more than half a year will probably be wasted.
Mr. Kang pondered for a moment and ordered, "Go ask Mr. Zhan if he has any hobbies, send him something that suits his taste, and try to establish a relationship with him."
The secretary asked, "Are you going there this weekend too?"
Mr. Kang had returned to his usual self and said with a friendly smile, "Of course we have to go. We should also go and join in the fun with the young people."
The secretary agreed and started to prepare.
Zhan Rong liked to visit antique markets, but he mostly looked at books and picture magazines, and the ones he picked were not very old. Most of them were newspapers from the time when the People's Republic of China was just founded and posters of opera clubs. He especially loved Peking Opera, which could be known by asking around in the Beijing circle, so it was not difficult for him to find items that would please him.
After checking for a few days, the secretary suddenly discovered something with a high overlap rate. This Mr. Zhan, or the old man behind Mr. Zhan, was quite fond of collecting old items from the "Zhonghe Theater" and the "Jixiang Theater". He also searched for some and bound them into a book, intending to send them over after repairing them.
He was lucky as he found a roster of the theater's performers on Thursday. Hearing that Mr. Zhan also liked these things, he asked someone to send them to be repaired. But there was no other way as he had searched through the flea market for antiques and found them. There were quite a few mold spots on them, so he couldn't just give them away.
After searching for a long time, these things were sent to the Yisan Hall.
That evening, a young man wearing glasses came to Mi Yang's store and hurriedly took out a few worn-out registers and handed them to the counter. "Boss, can these be repaired on Saturday? I can pay more, price is not a problem."
Mi Yang was serving another guest who was demanding details. He was interrupted and said angrily, "Can't you see the boss still has work to do? Wait in line, do you understand the rules?"
He speaks fluent Chinese, and if you didn't look at his blond hair and green eyes, you wouldn't be able to tell he's a foreigner.
Mi Yang looked up and said gently, "Please put the booklet over there and let the people in the store register it. I will go and see it after I finish the work on hand."
The foreign guy was already unhappy. He looked good, but his slightly raised nose showed a bit of arrogance. He said unhappily, "I came here first, and I haven't fixed it yet!"
As he spoke, he protected the book in his hand a little more and insisted that Mi Yang fix his own first.
Mi Yang had spent the entire afternoon with him in the shop. After this man came in under the scorching sun at noon, he had been standing there without leaving. Even though Mi Yang said he wanted to repair the book, he insisted on watching it with his own eyes, with a look of concern on his face. Mi Yang had been working the afternoon under his watch, and there was almost only the last bit left to do. He wanted to finish it all at once, and when he saw Fu Qisheng coming over to take the new customer's booklet, he continued to bend down and clean the last bit of mildew on it.
The foreign guy watched very cautiously. Only when Mi Yang let go of the knife did he heave a sigh of relief and dare to breathe loudly.
Then, he took a new old poster and handed it to Mi Yang, expectantly saying, "You repaired it really well, the best I've ever seen. Put that book aside for now, and don't repair the last few pages. I'll give you money to repair this one."
Mi Yang: “…”
So you asked me to practice
Mi Yang rubbed his wrist and nodded: "Okay, put it over there, I'll fix it in the evening."
His frank attitude made the other party feel a little embarrassed, "I didn't mean it, it's just, it's just..."
"You don't trust my craftsmanship, right?" Mi Yang laughed, "It's okay, I'll show you how to fix it. If you think it's not working, we can find something else and I'll show you how to fix it. Just slowly fix it."
The foreign guy praised: "You have a good temper."
Mi Yang: "When opening a business, harmony brings wealth, right?"
The other person grinned and nodded, "My mother also said the same thing. You are very good."
At this time, the person who had just registered and lined up next to him came over and asked, "Boss, how about you take a look at my booklet and see if it can be repaired? I don't have enough time and it needs to be repaired this Saturday. If it doesn't work, I can find another one."
Mi Yang stood up and took a look, while moving his sore wrist, he said: "It's just some mildew and dirt, not difficult, but time is really a bit tight..." He flipped through it and suddenly saw a familiar name, and couldn't help but stop talking.
On the booklet was a list of performers from a theater, and the first person in the second row was clearly written: Jiang Guizhi.
That was his grandmother's name. Mi Yang paused for a moment as he looked at it and asked, "Are you going to collect it?"
The young man next to him immediately said, "Yes, it's specially collected! I'm a little embarrassed, but could you please hurry up? We really need it urgently."
Mi Yang's eyes were still fixed on the name. After looking at it for a moment, he said, "You can come and get it on Saturday."
The foreign guy came over and took a look. He was a little disdainful at first, but soon he said with a "yeah" and his eyes sparkled, "This booklet is good. Do you want to sell it? I'll pay double the price for your book—"
Before he could finish, the other party shook his head like a rattle and refused: "This is what our boss specifically asked for. I can't make the decision. If you need it, I can tell you the store that received the booklet. This one is not for sale."
The brightness in the foreign guy's eyes dimmed a bit, and he muttered a few words, but he still asked for the address, and seemed determined to try his luck.
The author has something to say: I had a high fever for a few days and was hospitalized for infusion. Sorry for the late update~