"You just joined the company, if you don't understand anything, you can ask those veterans for advice, they all watched you grow up, don't forget the honorific title."
Xie Mu was placed on the bed properly, he looked at the young man who was half-kneeling beside the bed to help him cover himself with the quilt, and taught him lightly.
Xie Shi paused, raised his face, and frowned slightly on his handsome face, as if he was a little unconvinced and said, "They don't respect me as the chairman."
"Ahem..."
The man leaned against the wall, coughed a few times, and said in a weak voice, "You are young, and it is normal for them to look down on you. After a few days, if you find an opportunity, you can pick someone out and make an example to others."
Although this method is simple, it has always been the most effective. Even if Xie Mu doesn't say it, Xie Shi will use it.
But he pretended to be confused, and there was a trace of greenness in his eyes, "Uncle, if I do this, won't those people hate me even more?"
Xie Shi has observed people's hearts since he was a child. He is good at observing people and pretending to be different people. Judging from such a long period of experimentation, at his age, it is easiest to win people's trust by showing such a youthful, innocent and undefended appearance. .
And he was hiding behind this skin that made people can't help but let down their guard, observing everyone's every word and deed.
She kept saying that she loved her mother, but it was only because of his status as the first son of the Xie family. What she loved more were the two children born to her stepfather.
On the surface, the handsome and ruthless moon is dedicated to protecting his grandfather, but he can't hide the ambition in his eyes. He puts on an aloof appearance every day, but secretly fills his own pockets.
Even the father, who is not very common, has only indifference and scrutiny of the heir in his eyes.
Perhaps it is because of this talent that Xie Shi has never been loved.
At least not in his opinion.
Of course, Xie Shi doesn't need this kind of thing, what he wants has always been rights.
It is obvious that Xie Mu is useless at this moment, and everything has returned to his own hands. At this moment, he should be left to fend for himself, but Xie Shi just wanted to get closer to the man.
He wanted to see clearly, to see clearly the only person he couldn't understand.
"The weaker you are, the more they will bully you."
As the man said so, he coughed lightly, his eyes filled with complicated sadness and emptiness.
"Only if you are strong enough to make them afraid, can you stand in the company."
Xie Shi obviously knew these things a long time ago, but when Xie Mu said these words, it seemed to have other meanings.
He suddenly asked, "Is it the same for my uncle?"
The man raised his eyes, "Huh?"
"Did my uncle do the same thing at the beginning, so he stayed at Xie's house?"
Xie Shi saw him smiling.
Xie Mu shook his head, his pale face seemed to be mocking, "I'm different."
"You are the legitimate heir of the Xie family. As long as you suppress it once, those people will know that you are not easy to bully, and they will not attack you again. Instead, they will be obedient assistants."
"I'm different..."
"Cough, cough..." Xie Shi was still listening, but the man's coughing became more urgent, and the young man hurriedly got up to pat his back to calm his breath.
His subordinates were clearly covered by thick clothes, but he seemed to feel how thin and frail the person under him was.
What I thought was Gao Shan, turned out to be nothing more than a helpless man, uncle.
The man lowered his head and coughed, but naturally he couldn't see the smile that suddenly formed on the corner of the mouth of the young man who was standing beside him and looked down at him from a high position.
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[tsk.]
Xie Mu leaned down slightly and panted, his eyes slightly bent at an angle that the young man couldn't see.
[As long as he is not in his eyes, he will have you in his eyes.]
[It's easier to deal with than imagined.]
***
Xie Mu is still living in Xie's house, Xie Shi is at the company every day, and will come back at night, and sometimes ask him for advice.
Because Xie Mu didn't leave, Xie Shi almost turned the whole company upside down, and most people thought that Xie Mu was teaching him behind his back.
They almost gritted their teeth in hatred, the Xie family was a giant, no one wanted to take a bite.
Especially in the past three years, the Xie family has been controlled by Xie Mu who has no blood relationship. The real heir is still a young boy. No one believes that they will not match up, but it just happened like this.
This pair of uncles and nephews who are not related by blood have handed over without shedding any blood.
Gradually, some remarks began to emerge.
In fact, Xie Mu didn't want to give up power, but he was controlled by Xie Shi and had to delegate power.
Xie Mu's legs would hurt in winter, and he is not a person who likes to go out. Now that he has no burden from the company, he needs to run around. He has never gone out since he handed over the matter to his nephew.
Every day, Cheng Chuan would push him to the studio, or he would sit on the porch and read a book, completely ignorant of the turmoil of the outside world.
When I came back this day, I saw the man in the corridor again from a distance.
He seems to have a special liking for snowy days, obviously he can't stand the wind and cold, but he stubbornly goes out to sit and watch the snow every day.
The young man stepped forward and called out, "Uncle."
Xie Mu closed the book, nodded slightly, "I'm back."
"Go and rest, I will sit down for a while."
Xie Shi fixedly looked at the man who lowered his head after finishing speaking, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."
He maintained the green look on his face and returned to his room.
On the wheelchair, the cold expression of the mean-looking man played back in his mind from time to time.
Xie Shi has always hated those who don't take him seriously, and those who look at him with that kind of contempt will only make Xie Shi want to gouge out that person's eyeballs.
Xie Mu didn't see him either.
To be precise, this man who sits in a wheelchair all day, either drawing or reading, has no eyes for anyone.
He doesn't love power, he doesn't like fame, and he doesn't have a woman to accompany him. He really seems to be a proud bamboo in the cold and snowy sky, standing there alone, having nothing and wanting nothing.
But thank you, I just don't like this attitude.
He could feel that Xie Mu had no feelings for him, even if he pretended to be young in front of this man, he was still calm and breezy.
Xie Shi once deliberately disclosed to Xie Mu the news that he had made a move in the company, but this man seemed to have just heard a plain news, without any reaction at all.
When he went back that night, his attitude was still the same, tepid, let alone close.
Xie Shi hates this attitude.
Since he was a teenager, he has learned the skills of pleasing people without a teacher. Men, women, the elderly, and even children, as long as he thinks and wants, those people will have a good impression of him.
But in Xie Mu's body, no matter what he does, no matter how he speculates on the design, this man seems to be unable to see him.
He said that he didn't like him, but he taught him everything, and taught him all those things without any secrets. If you don't look at that cold attitude, maybe you really look like a gentle elder.
Xie Shi often chooses to destroy what he can't get.
But Xie Mu is different.
He wanted to let his own shadow remain in that man's eyes.
It's like challenging a game that is difficult to pass.
The young man lay on the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
***
Xie Mu has a studio.
His studio is a secret in Xie's house. The secret is that men don't allow anyone to enter.
When Xie Nanen was still alive, he doted on Xie Mu and ordered no one to approach that studio. Later, when Xie Mu was in charge of his own house, no one dared to go there.
Cheng Chuan was often asked to push himself to the door, and then he turned the wheelchair and went in alone.
At this time, Cheng Chuan was like a leopard guarding its master, waiting quietly outside the door.
On this day, Cheng Chuan told Xie Mu the news from outside.
The man nodded, with no expression on his face, he asked his loyal subordinates to push him to the door of the studio.
When he came out again, he held a small box in his hand, with the most difficult lock to open.
There was a burning smell coming from the studio, but the man with flat hair didn't seem to smell it at all. He just lowered his head slightly and focused on pushing Xie Mu to the living room.
When Xie Shi came back, he saw a man in a wheelchair.
The expression on his face was still calm, but the young man caught a trace of joy in Xie Mu's eyes.
The man who was nearly thirty years old but with a handsome face said, "I should go."
Xie Shi's fist behind him was clenched suddenly.
His voice was still so flat, but the young man who had been observing for so many days could completely feel that Xie Mu was a little happy.
Why are you happy, because you can leave him and Xie's house
Xie Shi was confused and felt disgusted.
He hates all the people who leave him, even when Xie Shi can't do it forever.
Xie Mu was still sitting in the wheelchair, holding his own small box, and rarely smiled at the young man in front of him.
Xie Shi looked at his smile, it was faint, but more attractive than any smile he had ever seen.
It's beautiful, and it fits Xie Shi's aesthetics.
But as soon as he thought that this smile came from getting rid of himself, his heart felt as if a little bit of hot water rolled over him.
This made him very uncomfortable, and the tyranny that had been pretending to be suppressed gradually rose in his heart.
"Why did my uncle leave? Is it because I didn't do well enough?"
Xie Shi asked.
Xie Mu's smile widened, and he shook his head slightly, with a trace of appreciation on his pale face, "You did a good job."
"Thank you, you don't need me anymore."
"It's time for me to go north."
The young man lowered his eyes slightly, obviously for no reason, but he just didn't want to let Xie Mu go. He looked at the man's legs covered under the blanket, and suddenly said, "Uncle, can your legs be cured?"
Xie Mu's smile faded and gradually disappeared.
The handsome man shook his head and said softly, "It can't be cured."
"Have you seen a famous doctor?"
The young man suddenly raised his head, showing a green and sunny smile, "When I was abroad, I met Dr. Yosel by chance, although he has retired now, if I say something, he will still give me face. "
His smile was sincere and pure, as if he was just an ordinary nephew sharing the worries of his relatives, "With Dr. Yosel here, maybe my uncle's legs can get better."
The man's pale fingers grasping the small box clenched a little bit, his eyes lit up, "Doctor Yosel, can you really make a doctor's visit?"
"I asked him when I first had an accident, but he refused, saying that he would never see the doctor again..."
Xie Shi remembered what Yosel told him four years ago.
Of course, people are fickle.
At least when the six-year-old granddaughter was pointed at the head with a gun, didn't that stubborn old man with a bruised face still pick up the medicine box
"Will do."
The young man squatted down, looked at Xie Mu at the same level, looked at this calm man with excitement in his eyes because of his words, and smiled contentedly.
"Uncle, don't worry, I'll let him come over right away."
His eyes fell on Xie Mu's pair of hopeful pupils, and they dimmed slightly.
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