Xiangdong and his group still had to transfer in Milan to return.
Wen Qing flew to Berlin only after sending Xiangdong and the others to the train to Milan.
The moment he landed, he was Shao Wenqing.
"Mr. Shao." The handsome secretary came forward and said respectfully, "The old man asked you to go home."
During this time, he did not dare to look at the master's face. He could see without deliberately spying that every time the other party went back, the smile on his face would be more fake than usual.
"what's on your mind?"
The secretary's hair stood on end at the faintly smiling voice in his ear, and he bent his back even lower: "It's cooled down."
"Yeah." Wen Qing got into the car.
The secretary closed the car door and adjusted his breathing before driving to the front. He secretly warned himself not to speculate about things other than work in front of this person, especially the secrets of the Shao family.
It was a little after two in the afternoon. The sky was blue, and the layers of clouds were white and fluffy, overlooking the prosperity and grandeur of the city.
Wen Qing drove with the car windows open to enjoy the fresh air. He first went back to his new residence here, changed out of his casual clothes, put on a shirt and trousers, waxed his hair, and maliciously combed up the thick bangs on his forehead.
The Shao family's roots were moved here many years ago and cannot be moved. All domestic industries are branches, but they are large and magnificent enough.
When the young head of the family stepped into the courtyard, the housekeeper led all the servants to stand by the roadside and bowed respectfully to greet him.
A very feudal sense of ritual.
The old man liked it, so he kept it until now.
In addition, there are family dinners during festivals and holidays, which are the so-called emotional bonds, and the purpose is to unite the family. No matter how the young and old people in the Shao family get along outside, they come here at a specific time and act like grandchildren.
In the Shao family, everyone is an actor. Some have poor acting skills and are not entertaining at all, while others have superb acting skills and are fluent. That is the only difference.
There are rice dumplings with fermented glutinous rice prepared by the cook on the table. They have been there for a while and are at the perfect temperature to eat now.
Wen Qing ate a small bowl, wiped his mouth, and smiled at the nervous cook: "You've made progress."
The cook felt relieved.
Fermented rice dumplings were my sister's favorite food when she was alive. Wen Qing doesn't like it, but no one knows that he doesn't like it, and no one knows what he likes either.
Just like strawberry-flavored chewing gum, everyone around him thinks he is obsessed with that thing, like a drug, and can't live without it. In fact, he is just chewing it for fun.
As for why it was strawberry flavor, it was simply because the first time he chewed gum, it happened to be that flavor, and later he was too lazy to change.
What you see with your eyes is not necessarily true, and what you hear with your ears is not necessarily true.
So what is true...
Wen Qing walked upstairs slowly and pushed open the wooden door at the innermost part of the corridor on the second floor.
The old man was standing in front of the table writing calligraphy. His hair was gray, but his hair volume was quite good for his age. When he saw the young man coming in, he put his brush aside, wiped his hands and ate a piece of cake. His teeth were in good condition and his body was still strong, so he would not die for a while.
Wen Qing sat down on the sofa opposite the desk.
The blood-related grandfather and grandson are like boss and subordinate, there is no warmth at all.
"Have fun?" The old man picked up the pen and started writing again. After he finished writing the last word, he changed the paper.
"Not bad." Wen Qing yawned.
"Your seventh uncle said he wanted to return to China to develop, but you disagreed." The old man said in a casual tone.
Wen Qing sighed helplessly, "I can't do anything about it. He got one of my assistants pregnant. Not only is he still as strong as ever at his age, but he was also able to sneak in through my assistant and drug me. If I wasn't lucky, I would have spent the rest of my life in the hospital."
"Oh no, my oxygen tube was removed the night I entered the hospital." Wen Qing looked terrified. "Uncle Qi really went too far. Even elementary school students know that they will be punished if they do something wrong."
"If you don't let him return to China, aren't you afraid that he will cause trouble?" The old man had no expression.
"I'm scared. I'm scared to death." Wen Qing smiled and said, "I have my grandfather. He will protect me. I am his most precious grandson."
The old man seemed not to hear the sarcasm and attack in those words. He glanced at his little grandson, his eyes passing over the black birthmark on his forehead.
The older I get, the bigger the birthmark becomes, and it can’t be covered even if my bangs are thick or not.
Every time the little grandson comes back to the old house, he shows his birthmark and he doesn't cover it when attending business events.
The media didn't dare to report it, and the subordinates didn't dare to say it, but there were some whispers from the outside world behind the scenes that the head of the Shao family was an ugly guy.
The old man's hand holding the pen shook, and the stroke he was writing was not completed properly, ruining the whole calligraphy. He threw the brush away and picked up the cup to pour himself some tea.
The little grandson refused to remove the birthmark just to disgust him and the entire Shao family.
The appearance problem makes him unhappy, but this is not what bothers him the most. What bothers him the most is that his grandson has turned away from him.
It would be nice if it was a caring one.
The old man didn't feel any regrets, he just sighed briefly as his thoughts came to this point. At his age, he knew very well that there is no perfect thing in life.
Large families are complicated, and family affection ranks behind many things, not even in the top three.
The old man asked some more questions about the company. Wen Qing thought that the trip was over, but he didn't expect that there was an exciting show waiting for him. He sat up, and the sleepiness in his eyes disappeared.
"Take a look at these materials." The old man placed a pile of materials on the round table in front of the sofa.
Wen Qing leaned forward with his elbows against his legs, excitedly picking up some information and flipping through it: "Oh wow, they are all beauties."
The old man said: "You are not young anymore, it's time to get married."
"Starting a family, that sounds like a good idea," Wen Qing scanned each document, which was more detailed and organized than a resume. He took out a document and put it on the table, "Here,"
Before the old man could see clearly which family the girl was from, Wen Qing drew another piece of information: "And this one."
Soon, Wen Qing spread out all the information and said seriously, "Grandpa, I want all the girls."
The old man's face turned serious: "Do you think you are the emperor?"
"Grandpa, aren't you asking me to choose a concubine?" Wen Qing said with an innocent face.
The old man couldn't catch his breath. He went to the desk to find the medicine bottle and took a few pills to slow down. "The third son of the Qi family has good character and is suitable for you."
The candidate for granddaughter-in-law has been chosen, and we were just going through the motions just now.
Wen Qing stood up and stretched his body. He had only taken a few steps when he heard the old man's voice behind him: "Go meet that kid this weekend. Have a meal with him and I'll give you the third coin."
He paused but didn't look back.
The old man didn't say anything else. He seemed to have expected that once he threw out this chip, his grandson would agree.
After three or five seconds, Wen Qing turned back with a smile: "Okay."
"Stay for dinner!"
Wen Qing was still smiling: "Okay."
When he walked out of the study, his smile got even bigger, and his whole body was shaking. When the servants heard his laughter, they broke out in cold sweats and dared not breathe.
The young man tore off a piece of chewing gum, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and blew a bubble. He went downstairs humming a song and told the housekeeper what dishes and soup he wanted to eat and drink in the evening.
The butler wrote down everything and understood why the young master went crazy.
The master "kept" the person to stay for dinner.
The study became quiet. The old man did not close the door. He walked to a bookshelf and pressed a button. The bookshelf moved away, revealing a secret compartment with a cat piggy bank in it.
The old man took the piggy bank in his hand, knocked open the stopper at the bottom, and fifteen coins fell out sporadically.
A coin fell out.
The old man pushed the stopper back in place. The little grandson had already taken over the power, and he could have snatched the piggy bank back, but he didn't.
The reason is simply that if you snatch it back, there will be no target and it will be even more meaningless.
Disgusted with the world.
The coins in the jar depend on my grandson's life.
Can't give it to him all at once.
The old man was not worried about his life or death, but the lifeblood of the Shao family was in his hands.
Sometimes the old man would wonder if it was because he had done too many evil things when he was young and he was getting retribution for it. Except for the little grandson who was reluctantly brought back by his son and daughter-in-law, none of the direct and collateral descendants of the Shao family were useful in his methods.
The old man put away the coin with the children's Mickey Mouse stamp. He put the bookshelf back in place and continued to write his calligraphy to cultivate his character. It was enough to have one that he could use.
On a weekend evening, Wen Qing went to the address given by the old man. When he arrived, his blind date had not arrived yet.
The literary youth was bored and contacted Jin Xiaochang on WeChat.
Dr. Jin didn't reply.
Wen Qing held his chin and swung his legs. A few days ago, when he met Xiangdong and the others in Milan, he went to the bar with Zheng Zhiqin to drink. Later, he sent a voice message to Jin Xiaochang saying that it was boring. Jin Xiaochang asked him to go to the manor the next day, and he agreed, but...
A few days passed, and not only did he not go, he didn't even call.
It seems likely that Jin Xiao is feeling emotional, tsk tsk.
Life is so boring, there is no meaning at all. Wen Qing missed Chen Yang, but he didn't want to go to the end, and he lacked that kind of belief. His phone was full of Wen Qing's life circle, which had nothing to do with Shao Wenqing.
Not many people can kill time when they are bored.
The young intellectual entered the group and left comments. There were only Fengli and Zhao Yuan in the group. The two kids were playing games in the big villa. They had been playing from last night until now, forgetting to eat and sleep, and were fighting to the death.
Xiangdong hasn't been online all day, and neither has Baitang. The two of them are very affectionate, and I don't know where they are dating.
The hipster smelled the smell and poked them, but no one responded, humph!
Then the young man turned to the painter and asked: What are you doing
Painter: painting.
Hipster: You started painting right after you finished your exhibition. You work so hard, and you don’t seem to be short of money.
Painter: Hobby.
Hipster: What is that
The painter sent a red envelope a minute later. He didn't know what to reply, but he just did it. This is his way of expressing love.
Wen Qing had no idea about money, so he happily accepted it and continued to play with the painter.
Literary Youth: Painter, painter, please chat with me.
Painter: When you go out, Chen Yang will talk to you. He is waiting for you.
The curve of Wen Qing's mouth narrowed, and he typed: Don't scare me, are you saying that I am his true love, the one he can't get
Hipster: Li Mao is just a stand-in
The painter was rarely humorous and sharp at the same time: Apart from gender, you and Chao Jian have no other similarities.
Hipster: “…”
Painter: I am going to paint. If you are bored, find a hobby. I wish you success.
"Hey." Wen Qing propped up his head and twisted the coin between his fingers. "Hobbies, what exactly are they... I'll ask Mr. Jin later."
After a moment, Jin Xiaochang replied with only a very cold question mark:
Wen Qing was sure that Jin Xiao was angry and mad at him for standing him up, so he sent him a pen refill emoticon.
The phone rang. It was Director Jin Xiao calling. Wen Qing sat on the chair and answered the call: "Hello, Jin."
Jin Xiaochang always looks tired and never gets enough sleep: "Where are you?"
Hipster is mysterious: "Secret."
"Restaurant, private room, the violinist was absent-minded, and he played two wrong strings in the Serenade." Jin Xiaochang said, "The waiter came over, wearing thick low-heeled leather shoes."
Wen Qing raised his eyebrows: "Is my phone so good? It can collect all these sounds."
"Where?" Jin Xiaochang repeated.
A sense of oppression came from the other end of the phone. Wen Qing said, "What are you doing, Old Jin? My parents aren't dead yet, and you want to take over?"
Jin Xiao laughed: "Zhu has been waiting for you for almost four days, Qingqing."
Hipster: “…”
He waved the waiter away and said, "Then please tell the pig that I'm sorry. I'll go over there tomorrow and bring it a gift."
"Beep!" the phone hung up.
The young man smacked his lips and said, "I haven't finished my words yet. You are almost 40 years old and have so much experience in life, but you don't even have this much patience." He put his phone aside and chuckled, "But I'm not a petty person. When I buy gifts, I buy two, one for the pig and one for the old man."
"Ah, maybe we can get a discount for two servings." Wen Qing tapped the table and suddenly called the waiter over, "Let's order."
The waiter was still wondering why they were ordering food now when the whole place was reserved for a date and the heroine wasn't there yet, when he heard his colleague's voice at the door, and another customer came into the restaurant.
It was a girl. She was wearing a princess dress and had fluffy light golden woolen curly hair. She was very cute.
The heroine is here.
Wen Qing stood up and extended his hand to his first blind date: "Good evening, little princess."
The girl from the Qi family held his hand somewhat awkwardly.
Wen Qing raised his hand that was being held tightly: "You can let go now."
"Sorry, I'm sorry." The little girl didn't know where to put her hands and feet. She was nervous and embarrassed, as if she had seen her idol. The more she wanted to perform better, the more mistakes she made.
Wen Qing pulled out a chair for her like a gentleman: "Please sit down."
Although the girl was panicked, she still knew to straighten her skirt when she sat down. She was obviously breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm herself down, and she didn't notice that the young man opposite her was looking at her like a mouse.
There is nothing interesting about mice.
When Wen Qing withdrew his gaze, he casually glanced at the street outside. The position he sat in when he was Shao Wenqing was built by wealth, but the other side of wealth is crisis. His kind grandfather sent many people to watch him.
Just like this blind date, there are a group of bodyguards lurking around the restaurant.
Wen Qing tapped his forehead and laughed maliciously. His brain was very valuable.
There was a gasp from the other side, and Wen Qing looked up with a casual smile: "What's wrong?"
"No, nothing." The little girl avoided his gaze, "Mr. Shao, were you forced to come here by the old man?"
The hipster smiled but said nothing.
The little girl clenched her hands. She was a rich girl who was brought back from the countryside. She had shares tied to her that made people jealous. Marrying her was equivalent to getting the entire Qi family empire.
But she didn't fit in at home and she was very lonely.
She asked people about Shao Wenqing's situation and felt sad for his experience. At the same time, she also thought that they were in the same boat and she was his salvation.
The dishes came and the violinist started a new round of performance. He made a mistake at the very beginning and looked like he was heartbroken. Wen Qing glanced at him.
The manager, who had been standing not far away, immediately asked the violinist to go down.
Wen Qing's ears were quieted, but his interest was gone, and he glared at the manager gloomily.
The manager didn't understand what was going on, so he suddenly had an idea and called the violinist back.
Then the out-of-tune piano music began to rang out in the restaurant again.
The young man gnawed on the sorrow and bitterness of the pianist, and looked at the little girl with a smile.
The girl plucked up the courage to speak out the prepared words, which roughly meant, I have read the articles you have written, heard about the brilliant achievements you have created in your business empire, and I am impressed by your wisdom. I also know that your heart is fragile. I understand your world, we have a similar past, and I am willing to accompany you.
This is a line full of dreaminess, a naive and kind girl, still dreaming. She actually wanted to say directly, I don’t mind your appearance flaws, I like you, are you willing to date me
But she didn't dare, because she was the third girl in the Qi family.
She didn't choose the blind date partner, she was just lucky and the other person happened to be someone she admired.
The young man gestured to the little girl to eat the food.
The little girl did not move her knife and fork. Her tightly clenched hands were a little wet and sweaty.
She came to this blind date with anticipation and a sincere heart. Now she was waiting for the verdict. She could hardly breathe, and it was also related to her skirt.
She has gained a little weight recently, and in order to look beautiful this time, she wore a princess dress that didn't fit her well. This is her armor.
Wen Qing cut a piece of half-cooked beef and ate it. He held his chin with one hand and asked abruptly, "Sister, do you like reading fairy tales?"
The little girl was delighted by his address: "I liked it when I was a kid."
"You are a princess, and I am not a prince." Wen Qing said with a smile, "Do you understand, little princess?"
The little girl was so sad that she blurted out, "Then can you be my knight?"
Realizing how embarrassing her words were, her collagen-filled face instantly turned red: "I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean that, I just..."
"Speak slowly and don't stutter. I'm a very talkative person and I won't do anything to you." Wen Qing interrupted her and pretended to be thoughtful. "I've thought about your suggestion. I don't think I can be your knight."
The little girl widened her eyes.
"I am the king." Wen Qing said with a smile.
The seed of the little girl's love was strangled, and there was no possibility of revival, but the culprit was still her idol, and she was reluctant to dig him out of her life.
She will continue to pay attention to him and wish him to meet the person he loves and be happy forever.
Wen Qing sent off his first blind date. While chewing the food expressionlessly, he thought that the second one would probably be around the corner. He wondered if he could find someone of the same kind to act with.
The old man called Wen Qing's other phone and asked about the progress of the blind date.
“It didn’t work.” The hipster poked at the broccoli and ate it.
There was a "bang" sound from the phone, and the old man threw something out: "Did you lose your popularity?"
"That's what you said." Wen Qing said, "Am I that kind of person?"
"To tell you the truth, grandpa, the girl didn't like me." Wen Qing sighed.
"Do you think I don't know that she is interested in you?" The old man sneered.
Wen Qing pretended to be surprised: "No way, you are interested in me? Then she is blind, and our Shao family cannot have a blind granddaughter-in-law."
The old man was very angry, and as he was angry he became more and more angry. He was often angry, and his body would automatically adjust itself.
No one dared to play tricks on him except his little grandson.
Wen Qing pushed the plate aside and said, "Grandpa, I have to go out tomorrow."
"Returning to the country?"
"No." Wen Qing walked towards the restaurant entrance. He passed by the violinist and raised his cell phone towards him.
The old man was a typical epitome of a large family of the previous generation. Not only was he good at business, he was also good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. The violin playing sounded harsh to him, and he hung up the phone after saying one sentence.
That was a reminder to Wen Qing that he must attend the family banquet next month.
Wen Qing took out a coin and threw it into the air. He spread out his palm and the coin fell steadily.
With so many taskers on their way to death, how come no one from the Shao family died while completing their mission
Wen Qing thought again, all traces of the dead had been wiped out, so he didn’t know either.
That must have killed a lot of people.
It must be like this.
Wen Qing's mood improved, and he took out another coin and held it between his fingers together with the other one.
Let’s not wait until tomorrow, let’s go to Lao Jin’s place tonight.
Go by car.
The pigs were waiting for him.
Wen Qing arrived at his destination at around four in the morning, and what greeted him was only a large black silhouette shrouded in darkness.
The manor was asleep, it had no idea that any guests were coming.
The owner of the manor was very cunning and could not have failed to guess that his guests would set out early and come overnight, but he did not turn on a light or open the door.
“Beep—”
Wen Qing didn't make a phone call, nor did he get out of the car. He just sat in the car and honked the horn one after another.
Childish and mischievous.
After a while, vague noises were heard from the manor, but there was still no light.
Wen Qing then opened the car door and shouted into the darkness, "Where's my pig?"
"Kill him." There were footsteps approaching from inside the iron gate.
"How cruel." Wen Qing frowned and shook his head, "Pigs are so cute..."
The iron door opened amid his pretended complaints, making a deep and solemn sound.
Jin Xiaochang turned around and walked back.
Wen Qing left his car and chased after him. He only had a backpack and no other luggage.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" Wen Qing was so excited that he walked and jumped.
"I just woke up from a good sleep." Jin Xiao stroked the black curly hair that stuck out from his forehead.
"So what program have you prepared for me?" Wen Qing sniffed the rich scent of grass and trees in the air. This feeling of returning to the embrace of Mother Nature did not make him feel comfortable, but only boring.
"Make pork dumplings." said Captain Jin Xiao.
Wen Qing stopped and said, "Did you really kill the pig I was going to ride?"
He began to back away, ready to leave, even though he had just arrived.
Picking grapes and making wine was just a whim, not as interesting as riding a pig.
When Wen Qing was about to retreat to the door, Jin Xiaochang turned his head and narrowed his emerald green eyes.
"You will die on the road if you keep running long distances, Qingqing."
The young man laughed and said, "You can't die. The life of the tasker ends in the task world."
"Vic."
Jin Xiaochang and Wen Qing spoke at the same time. His pronunciation was pure and profound, with an elusive meaning.
Wen Qing sensed something, and his eyes immediately moved around from Jin Xiaochang. His breathing became faster, and his heart pounded faster. Wen Qing eagerly waited for the moment when his adrenaline would rise.
A few moments later, a ball of white rushed into his field of vision.
It's a pure white tiger.
"So beautiful." Wen Qing threw down his backpack and pounced on the tiger with his eyes shining. He wanted to jump onto the tiger's back, but the tiger ran away and wouldn't let him touch it.
Instead of being depressed or angry, the young intellectual who had come up empty-handed became excited.
The desire for challenge tugged at his nerve endings, and he happily ran after the tiger's butt.
"My dear, it's our first meeting, please take care of me!"
Jin Xiaochang walked through the camphor garden and returned to the living room. He took off his cold coat and hung it on the back of the sofa. The noise outside was still going on and it wouldn't stop for a while.
"Sir, will the guest be hurt by Vic?" The young and thin assistant brought warm water and asked worriedly.
Jin Xiaochang took the cup and said, "Yes."
"Then we..."
Jin Xiao waved his hand. The young man understood and left. He prayed for the guest who came late at night.
Half an hour later, Wen Qing rode into the living room on the back of a white tiger, covered in wounds and with an excited smile on his face.
Jin Xiaochang, who was sitting on the sofa, closed his book, took off his glasses and said, "Have you had enough fun?"
"I've had enough fun." Wen Qing licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and got off the tiger's back with a "ouch, ouch".
Jin Xiaochang looked at the bloodshot in Wen Qing's eyes and didn't respond to his question: "Can you take a shower and go to bed?"
"Sleeping is not a work requirement. Just let it go and follow fate." Wen Qing adjusted his bangs. "Where is my room?"
Jin Xiaochang put down his crossed legs, stood up and said, "First floor, second room on the left."
Wen Qing asked, "What about you?"
"basement."
"Then I'll go too." Wen Qing's eyes showed interest and curiosity, "I've never lived in a basement before."
"You don't live on the first floor, but choose to live underground. This means there must be something underground..."
Wen Qing's voice suddenly lowered, his face changed drastically, and his bruised lips trembled: "You are not imprisoning boys and girls there, secretly conducting some terrible experiments, are you? I'm calling the police!"
Jin Xiaochang walked towards the stairs: "Report it."
"Tsk tsk, Comrade Lao Jin, you are so brave. You are not afraid even if I call the police." Wen Qing put his arm around his shoulder, hooking it with great effort. "Can Baihu get on the bed? I want to hug it to sleep."
Jin Xiaochang: "No."
"Why?" Wen Qing showed an exaggeratedly sad expression, "I fell in love with it at first sight. You were born when I was old."
Jin Xiaochang: "..."
He pinched his lips together and said, "Be quiet."
Wen Qing uncooperatively pried Jin Xiao's hands apart and pinched my mouth into a duck's mouth, you are dead!
No matter how Wen Qing tried to bend it, Jin Xiao's hands didn't move at all.
"If you keep acting, it will be dawn." Jin Xiaochang's laziness faded away, and a sharp and terrifying aura rolled towards Wen Qing.
Wen Qing was not willing to be outdone. He also took off his armor layer by layer and fought back with his dark and perverse side.
The white tiger by the wall growled softly, then slid under the table with its tail between its legs.
As the situation became tense, blood oozed from the wound on Wen Qing's mouth and fell onto Jin Xiaochang's fingers.
"Be quiet, Qingqing, come with me to the basement, take a shower and sleep." Jin Xiaochang rubbed the blood beads on Wen Qing's face.