In recent days, major newspapers have been tracking and reporting several major news stories.
First, tennis king Roger Federer and the top eight players in the world will come to the city to participate in the year-end finals of the professional tennis tour.
Second, the share price of Daizhong Company has plummeted since the commission scandal broke out.
It turned out that the whole thing was because the car of a senior member of the princelings was stolen, and the laptop in the car was also lost. Someone cracked his password and sold all the useful information in the laptop to related companies. Among them, the top-secret files recording the ins and outs of every commission paid by Yang Wen Zhong were sold to a member of the Dahua board of directors who had always been at odds with Yang Wen Zhong.
After the matter was exposed, Zhu Linlu announced his resignation, and the princeling elites who followed him also submitted their resignations on the same day. The share price of Daizhong plummeted another 10% that day.
The Dai Zhong Company, which was already overwhelmed by the commission scandal and unable to cope with the follow-up interviews from major media, was faced with the subsequent collective resignation of senior employees, management chaos, and especially the massive selling that could not be stopped after investors lost confidence in the stock market. The situation was so bleak that it was like being pushed to the edge of a cliff and on the verge of collapse.
Zhu Linlu kept his word and never contacted Wen Nuan again.
On Friday, she called Wenrou and they chatted about nothing important, neither of them mentioned what had happened before.
Wenrou came over for lunch on Saturday as scheduled. Halfway through the meal, she said cautiously, "Seven Weekly said that the wedding dress that Zhan Nanxian ordered for Bo Yixin in Milan has been shipped back."
Wen Nuan smiled slightly, "Yes, I saw it too."
This is the third big news in recent days.
It was worth three million US dollars and caused a sensation in the fashion circles of Milan and Paris. It was inlaid with one hundred crystals, one hundred pearls and one hundred diamonds. It was even more luxurious than the century wedding dress that Leng Rufeng had customized for Lin Xiao.
He looked at her gently, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
She stood up and said, "The mangoes I bought yesterday are good. I'll make some juice for you."
Wenrou put down her chopsticks and asked, "Are you really planning to never talk about that?"
She didn't look back, and said calmly, "It's all over."
"Since you came back from England all these years ago, seeing you living such a secluded life, sometimes I want to scold you, but the words just can't come out because I really have no right to say anything to you." Wenrou followed her into the kitchen, as if she was determined to have a clear talk with her.
"You think too much." Wen Nuan said. After all the changes in the world, the only thing she had left was her gentleness. She peeled the mango and put it into the juicer without stopping for a moment. She said nonchalantly, "Is there any way to get tickets for Federer's match against Roddick tomorrow night? I want to go and watch it."
Wenrou was silent for a while, and finally, helplessly, she let her change the subject for the thousandth time.
"I'll have someone send it to you after I get it."
"Thanks." She poured the squeezed mango juice into the cup.
For a live show like this featuring the world's top players, the tickets that were publicly sold and speculated on were only for ordinary spectators. The best spectator seats had been booked out long before the players even set foot in the city. Without some background, it would be impossible to get a good seat, let alone someone like her who came here on a whim.
She couldn't get good tickets for the game right now, but Wenrou, who had a wide circle of friends, should be able to do so... Just like the weekly companionship, if letting her do something for him could make her feel better, then why not