At night, the man did not come back.
Su Jinyu looked at the food on the table, couldn't get any appetite, and simply went back to the bedroom.
At seven o'clock, the black car stopped steadily at the entrance of the restaurant.
Gu Peilang got out of the car and looked at the brightly lit buildings in front of him. There was no light in his dark and deep eyes.
Liu Qi followed behind him, and the two entered the restaurant, and soon a staff member stepped forward.
"Is it Mr. Gu?"
Gu Peilang nodded, the man had the right smile on his face, which was warm without appearing too earnest.
The other party made a "please" gesture, and then said, "Mr. Shang is already waiting for you in the private room, please come with me."
The three took the elevator all the way to the top floor, and finally stopped in front of a door at the end of the corridor.
With his fingers slightly bent and lightly buckled three times, the door was quickly opened.
The staff looked at the person in front of him and bowed slightly: "Mr. Gu is here."
"Understood, you go down first."
The staff nodded and quietly turned to leave
After the person left, the man looked at the man outside the door.
"President Gu, my seventh master is waiting for you."
Gu Peilang recognized that he was the one who went to the Gu family yesterday. After nodding expressionlessly, he controlled the wheelchair and walked in. Behind him, Liu Qi was about to follow, but was stopped at the door.
"I'm sorry sir, the seventh master only said he wanted to see Mr. Gu." The man had an expressionless face and his voice was calm and loud.
Liu Qi frowned and looked at the person in the wheelchair.
Gu Peilang glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "You wait for me outside."
"Good Boss."
With a soft click, the thick cherry wood door separates two different worlds.
Going around the delicate potted plants and the floor lamp, Gu Peilang saw the man standing by the window with his back to him.
The man's stature is extremely high, more than 1.9 meters by visual inspection. He is wearing a silver-gray suit without a suit jacket, and a white shirt and vest on his upper body. The precise tailoring reveals his stature, with wide shoulders and narrow waist. Further down is a pair of long legs wrapped in straight trousers, and a pair of black leather shoes on the feet are shiny, reflecting the bright light in the light.
The other party seemed to hear the voice behind him, turned around unhurriedly, and landed on Gu Peilang with a smiling gaze.
This is the first time he has seen the man who is said to be able to cover the sky with only one hand in City B.
The man was handsome, even a little domineering. His black hair was pulled back to the back of his head, his facial features were deep, and his facial lines were well-defined, like a knife cut.
He just stood there so quietly, with an air of indifference surrounding him. His brows and eyes were smiling, and the expression on his face was gentle and friendly, but he still gave off a feeling that he was very dangerous.
It is like a male lion taking a nap in the morning on the African savannah. It looks gentle and harmless, but in fact it is cruel and bloodthirsty.
"Mr. Gu." The other party looked at him and smiled, his sexy thin lips curved into a lazy arc, took two steps forward, and then took the initiative to extend his hand.
Gu Peilang lowered his eyes, chuckled lightly, and then shook his hand.
"Seven masters."
The hands that held each other separated after a few seconds, and the man's gaze swept across his blanket-covered lap, without any malice: "I have heard about President Gu's celestial appearance, and his ability is even more extraordinary, today At first sight, it really lives up to its reputation.”
Gu Peilang's face was calm, and his expression did not change in the slightest: "Seventh Master is very praised."
"Since we've all decided to make friends, it would be too natural to call him Seventh Master. Why don't we just call him by name?" Seventh Master looked at him with a smile, his amber pupils were slightly blue, with a hint of mystery. "I'll call you Pei Lang, you... call me Shang Yi."
Gu Peilang blinked, his voice low and cold: "Mr. Shang."
Shang Yi looked at his expressionless face, and let out a low smile as if helpless: "You are really boring, and I don't know how the eldest young master of the Su family can stand you."
The man's hand holding the armrest tightened suddenly, he raised his eyes slightly to look at the person in front of him, and when he spoke again, his voice was already stained with a slight coolness: "Didn't you talk about cooperation?"
Shang Yi raised his lips and smiled: "Talk, why not talk? I heard that the steak in this restaurant is delicious, how about we talk while eating?"
The two sat opposite each other in front of the dining table. Taking advantage of the gap between the waiter serving dishes, Shang Yi glanced at the night scene outside the window, and the lights of thousands of houses were reflected in the bottom of his eyes.
"City A is really a good place, and even the scenery at night is first-class."
"If Mr. Shang likes it, I can have someone take Mr. Shang around." Gu Peilang took a sip of the red wine on the table, then looked at him and said, "Now, how about we talk about business first?"
When Shang Yi looked at the handsome man in front of him, he was really helpless: this man is not only boring, but also doesn't understand style.
Gu Peilang didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't have too much time to speculate. From the moment he promised to meet with the other party, he had only one purpose.
"I can cooperate with Shang's, and the chip can also be given to you."
The man's words made Shang Yi narrow his eyes slightly, and the smile on his face paused slightly, waiting for the other party to continue speaking.
Gu Peilang looked directly into his eyes without evading in the slightest. He said: "You have to get the people below you to hand over people to me, and it's all tailgating."
"It's that simple?"
Gu Peilang: "It's that simple."
Things went more smoothly than expected, Shang Yi leaned forward slightly and looked at the person opposite, with amber eyes filled with scrutiny and curiosity.
"It turns out that hatred really makes a person irrational."
After a long while, he sat up straight and came to a conclusion with a smile, his mellow voice with a shallow smile, his tone was slightly raised, as if sighing.
Gu Peilang was noncommittal.
"Although I am a businessman, I will never take advantage of others, so that's it," Shang Yi looked at the man with Erlang's legs crossed, "Shang can invest another ten percent of the capital, and the patent right of the chip still belongs to Gu. All, the Shang family only has ten years of use rights, how about it?"
Gu Peilang didn't show any expression on his face, but his dark eyes stared at the person opposite him for a split second, as if trying to see his true thoughts at the moment from the smiling face of the other person.
"Mr. Shang came to City A from a long distance, and spent so much thought, just to make this loss-making business?"
Shang Yi shook his head: "I can make a good friend like Pei Lang, I earned it."
Gu Peilang lowered his eyes, his crow-like eyelashes concealed the expression in his eyes.
After a long time, he looked up at the man opposite and raised the wine glass beside him: "If that's the case, then... It's a pleasure to cooperate."
The crystal clear wine glasses collided and made a crisp sound, Shang Yi hooked his lips and smiled back: "Happy cooperation."
In the corridor outside the door, Liu Qi and the man in black were relatively speechless. When the hour hand on his wrist was about to point to nine o'clock, the door behind him finally opened.
Shang Yi personally sent the person out, and Liu Qi hurried forward when he saw this.
"It's a pleasure to chat with Mr. Gu. I hope there will be more opportunities like this in the future." Shang Yi looked at the person in front of him with a light smile, his eyebrows stretched, and he looked like a spring breeze.
Gu Peilang nodded, the expression on his face did not change much: "I will have someone arrange the contract and send it over. I hope Mr. Shang will not forget what he just said."
Shang Yi raised his eyebrows: "Of course not."
"That's good, it's getting late. If there is nothing else, I'll go back first."
Shang Yi shrugged and made a "please" gesture.
The elevator door opened and closed, watching the two leave, the smile on Shang Yi's lips faded little by little.
"Notify the people in the Golden Triangle and bring them back to me."
The man turned around and entered the door, his deep and mellow voice could no longer hear a trace of smile.
The bodyguard behind him nodded and turned to leave. Shang Yi looked at the untouched food on the table, his eyes sank slightly.
Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang. He took out his phone and looked at the caller ID on it. The low air pressure around him instantly melted away, and it was replaced by a rare tenderness, like rum in winter.
"Ali?"
"Well, I've seen it, don't worry, it's not as exaggerated as those magazines say... I think others are pretty good, and they don't seem to be bullying."
"Okay, if you're worried, come over and see for yourself next time," the other side didn't know what to say, the man laughed lowly, and when he spoke again, his voice was already spoiled, "I promise not to. Let him discover your whereabouts, okay?"
"Okay, okay, don't talk if you don't like listening to me, don't be angry, or you should have a headache again." The man walked to the dining table and sat down, turning on the speakerphone.
A warm voice sounded in the quiet private room, with a slight coolness, just like the first snow in winter: "Don't irritate me with these thoughtless words if you don't want me to have a headache."
"My fault, I apologize, okay?" Shang Yi lowered his voice to coax people.
The person on the other side of the phone didn't buy it: "Have you asked about his legs?"
Shang Yi: "No. My dear, it's the first time I've met him. It's too disrespectful to open up to reveal other people's scars as soon as we come up."
"You've done a few unkind things?"
Shang Yi: "… "
"I asked Dr. Stark. It's not impossible for him to recover from his situation, but if it drags on, it won't be possible. You should ask him quickly."
There is urgency in the clear voice, and Shang Yi has some taste: "Baby, why do I think you care more about him than me? Do you not like me anymore, do you like him?"
The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, he was helpless to the extreme, with a faint taste of gnashing his teeth: "You don't need your brain, you can donate it to those in need, he is Jin Yu's husband, and your mind is on your mind every day. What are you thinking about?"
Shang Yi: "I miss you."
"… "
"I'm too lazy to tell you, hurry up and ask, if you really can't, find a way to let him meet Dr. Stark."
Shang Yi listened to the serious voice on the phone, and couldn't continue to gag, so he could only nod his head and say, "I see."
"When you're done, hurry back and come back. Your daughter is too much tossing me."
Thinking of the two babies, one big and one small, the smile on Shang Yi's face became softer, and his voice was soft as if dripping water: "Okay, I'll be back soon, you remember to take care of yourself, and take the medicine on time. …”
"Got it, got it," the person on the other side of the phone interrupted him impatiently, "The little bell seems to be awake, I'll go take a look and hang up first."
Before Shang Yi could speak, there was only a busy tone on the phone, and the quiet room returned to quiet.
Shang Yi imagined the clumsy appearance of a man when he coaxed a child, and couldn't help laughing softly with the corners of his lips hooked, his heart softened into a piece.