The car door opened and Ou Renjin stretched out his hand to him. The countless flashes were much more dazzling than the day the magazine took the photo. Ou Shaowen held his hand, subconsciously tilted his head slightly, and frowned.
"Just follow me." Ou Renjin only supported him for a moment and took his hand away when he got off the car.
Both sides of the red carpet were filled with reporters carrying cameras, and further away, beyond the cordon, the front line was densely packed with fans, whose equipment was no less than that of professional reporters.
Ou Shaowen pursed his lips tightly, feeling a little nervous. He followed Ou Renjin as he said. Just as his eyes fell on him, he saw him turn his head and leaned close to his ear with a smile, "Don't always stare at me. If you don't know where to look, just stare at the camera in front of you."
The fresh scent of Ou Renjin's perfume lingered at his nose, and he calmed down instantly. He nodded obediently and looked away.
Because it was a completely unfamiliar occasion, that little bit of vigilance and resistance could not be eliminated, so in the camera, Ou Shaowen's overall temperament seemed a little cold and indifferent.
"Oh my god, this couple is simply fatal!" A fan of some unknown star couldn't help but shout out, and the camera unconsciously moved towards them, with the shutter button pressed non-stop.
"With that figure, that look, and those long legs, it's like double the impact when two people stand together." Someone nearby immediately responded.
They quickly walked across the red carpet and came to the comprehensive live broadcast interview area at the end. The hostess was wearing a red tube-top dress in the middle of winter, and her arm was shaking slightly as she handed over the microphone. She asked Ou Renjin a few simple questions about his views on charity and his feelings about participating in the event today. Ou Renjin usually dealt with these questions in an orderly and dignified manner.
The prescribed process was about to end, and the hostess finally handed the microphone to Ou Shaowen, who was standing quietly at the side. She was in a happy mood as if the main course was about to be served, and asked with a smile: "Are you feeling a little nervous to attend this kind of event with President Ou?"
Ou Shaowen was a little unhappy about the host's overly intimate address, as if his own treasure was being played with casually by others. But he didn't show anything and answered seriously: "I was a little unhappy when I just got off the car, but Ou Renjin told me before that he was just taking me to a place with many people to eat, and told me not to worry about others and just eat my meal quietly."
Ou Renjin took over the conversation before the host did. He smiled helplessly, with a little doting in his eyes, "You are stupid, you can't say such things directly in front of outsiders!"
Ou Shaowen turned his head doubtfully, as if waiting for his explanation and clarification.
Ou Renjin reached out and half-pushed and half-touched him and pulled his hair. "You are not allowed to answer any questions today, understand?"
In the eyes of everyone, he was joking in a humorous tone, but Ou Shaowen nodded solemnly to show that he understood.
Now even the host couldn't help but laugh, thinking that the way they got along was a bit cute.
After a few simple exchanges, they entered the venue. Ou Renjin took Ou Shaowen to the seat assigned to him and said, "Stay here obediently. I'll be back soon."
Such occasions were bound to involve some hypocritical social interactions and greetings. He subconsciously felt that Ou Shaowen was not yet able to handle such overly delicate interpersonal interactions, nor did he have the patience to deal with his always puzzled gazes. So, relying on the fact that he was well-behaved and obedient, he threw him aside as if he were a nuisance.
But Ou Shaowen was unaware of it. He did not feel wronged, nor did he think there was anything wrong with Ou Renjin's handling of the matter. He nodded quietly.
"You can eat whatever is on the side. If someone comes over to talk to you, just respond politely." Ou Renjin gave his final instructions and quickly disappeared in the crowd of people toasting and chatting.
He couldn't appreciate the contempt, but the people around him saw it.
As soon as Ou Renjin left, a young man came over, touched the back of Ou Shaowen's hand with his wine glass, and sat down next to him carelessly.
"You're left here all alone. This is not good. You're still a newcomer, and you're being treated so coldly. It seems that Mr. Ou really doesn't care about you that much!"
Ou Shaowen frowned and looked at him coldly, which made the young man dare not say the next words casually.
As if he felt embarrassed to be frightened by such a newcomer, the boy stiffened his neck again and snorted with contempt, "You'd better be mentally prepared. I think Mr. Ou will break up with you within half a year. Oh, no, that's not called breaking up, it's called one-sided disgust."
Ou Shaowen was not worldly-wise, but he was no fool. He could sense that the boy's attitude was not friendly. After all, his sarcasm was not concealed. However, he still responded politely as Ou Renjin had asked, "What can I do for you?"
The young man chuckled, but this time he wasn't so unkind. "It's okay, don't be nervous. I'm not here to bully you. I just want to remind you that you'd better not unpack your luggage. In less than half a year, I guarantee you'll have to move out again."
Ou Shaowen thought for a while and said, “He signed a five-year contract with me.”
"Qimeng's contract?" The young man smiled even more happily. "Official business is official business, and personal business is personal business. Just because he doesn't like you anymore and hates you, and asked you to move out of the villa, it doesn't mean that he doesn't need you to help him make money."
After hearing what the boy said, Ou Shaowen's heart, which had just unconsciously tightened, instantly calmed down. He raised his eyes and looked at him gently, even with a little expectation, "Can I make a lot of money?"
The boy groaned at his peculiar focus, "It depends on aptitude and luck. I can't say for sure."
He looked Ou Shaowen up and down, "But if it were you, maybe you could make a lot of money."
“How much is a lot of money?”
The young man was impatient now and raised his eyebrows, "A few hundred million is no problem anyway."
“So little.” Ou Shaowen’s eyes dimmed.
Talking about a sum of hundreds of millions seems scary, but he knows that the maintenance machines he usually uses after surgery cost more than that.
How much could he earn by selling his heart? Ou Shaowen didn't know the exact amount, but he had heard a researcher boasting that for each operation, the low-level researchers who had participated in his project could get 0.2% of the profit, which was equivalent to their monthly salary, and their monthly salary was nearly 100,000 yuan.
In other words, a heart with the slowest recovery and longest transplant period can earn at least 50 million.
But even if it recovers slowly, during the slow period when there are few orders, we can still do it three or four times a year, not to mention those completely insignificant ones like □□ and kidneys, which add up to a considerable amount.
Thinking in this way, the money he could earn for Ou Renjin would definitely not be enough to cover the cost of taking him out of the laboratory for five years, if he really planned to buy him for five years.
What's more, he was prepared to give himself half.
Thinking of this, he felt a rare sense of frustration, with an unshakable self-loathing, which made his entire aura suddenly drop.
The boy's eyes widened in surprise. "That's not enough. You have a really big appetite."
He stared at Ou Shaowen again and looked at him carefully, then exclaimed: "It seems that you have already made plans. This is also good. You won't lose your way if you have a clear purpose. Mr. Ou's greatest strength is his generosity. As long as you don't play the game of true love and ask for resources openly, you won't have to worry about your future."
"By the way, I haven't had time to introduce myself yet." The young man seemed to be in a good mood, his eyebrows flying, his tone proud, "My name is Qin Yining, you should know me, one of Mr. Ou's ex-girlfriends. He has had so many girlfriends, and I am the only one who put him in the hospital after breaking up. So, Mr. Ou holds a grudge, and I didn't get a decent notice for half a year..."
Before he finished speaking, Ou Shaowen suddenly raised his head, his eyes were cold, and his aura was terribly low, “You let him go to the hospital?”
"What?" Qin Yining dodged backwards. "You little dog, you're already working so quickly. Are you ready to vent your anger on your master's behalf? Forget it. He has retaliated against me before, and I have apologized and paid for his medical expenses. You don't have to stand up for him."
Ou Shaowen listened to him casually talking about how he had caused Ou Renjin to be hospitalized. For some reason, he felt angry and sad, and his emotions were so confused that he was a little overwhelmed.
"Okay, I have to leave first. I'll come to play with you later if I have something to do." Qin Yining, who had set fires in the backyard several times, keenly noticed that Ou Renjin was walking in this direction. He greeted Ou Shaowen hastily, stood up, and disappeared in a flash.
Ou Renjin vaguely saw Ou Shaowen talking to someone from a distance. When he sat back next to him, he couldn't help but ask, "Who are you talking to? You guys have been chatting for so long."
"He said his name was Qin Yining."
Ou Renjin frowned immediately, "What did he say to you again?"