Wen Liang rang the doorbell and waited for a moment before Tang Ye opened the door and walked out. Her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she looked younger and more beautiful without makeup. She wore a simple lace hollow chiffon shirt on her upper body and a pair of tight black pencil pants on her lower body. The simple yet exquisite outfit fully outlined the unique charm of her undulating body, while also giving her a homely warmth and urban fashion sense.
Seeing Wen Liang standing at the door, Tang Ye's face looked a little unnatural, and he subconsciously looked back into the room. Wen Liang raised the fruit basket in his hand and said with a smile: "Is it an untimely occasion? It's enough to be polite and thoughtful. I'll go back first. I'll treat Director Tang to dinner when I have time!"
Wen Liang turned to leave, but Tang Ye quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, took the fruit basket, and said angrily, "I invited you to be my guest, not to be a thief. What's so coincidental? Come in quickly. I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Wen Liang was pulled into the house by her. What he saw was a two-story duplex structure, about 200 square meters. It was not too big, but the decoration was very exquisite. The details everywhere made people appreciate the taste and quality of life of the owner of the house.
Tang Ye handed the slippers to Wen Liang. Wen Liang bent down to change his shoes and joked, "Director Tang, the salary of the provincial newspaper is so good. Is there a part-time job suitable for me? I want to buy a SLR camera recently. I have saved my pocket money for half a year. The day before yesterday, I smashed my piggy bank. After counting it three times, I found that I was still 97% short..."
If the two of them were at loggerheads in the past, Tang Ye would have considered Wen Liang's teasing as sarcasm, but after getting to know each other for a long time, he found it quite funny. He chuckled and said, "Our small temple can't accommodate a big Buddha like you. How about letting you be the editor-in-chief?"
"Being an editor-in-chief doesn't require any technical skills," Wen Liang stood up and said, "Director Tang, do you still need an assistant? Although I'm not good at writing articles, I have some experience in photography!"
Before Tang Ye could answer, a high-pitched and excited female voice suddenly came from the kitchen: "Is it you?"
Wen Liang turned around and saw three black lines on his forehead. He angrily scolded, "You actually followed me? You hooligan!"
The one who screamed was a round-faced girl who was suspected to be the Buddha's daughter. She was about to say the same thing, but Wen Liang shamelessly beat her to the punch. She was so angry that her face turned red and she pointed at him without saying a word.
Tang Ye didn't know what the two had in common, so he asked in surprise, "What's wrong? Do you know each other?"
"Who knows him? He's a jerk, a country bumpkin, a shameless idiot..." The girl finally came to her senses and cursed, "You're looking for death! You're looking for death! You're looking for death!"
Wen Liang simply ignored her and frowned at Tang Ye, saying, "Is this your friend? Director Tang, I have to say a few words to you. You should be careful when making friends. Being with people who have no quality will lower your standards!"
"Who are you saying has no quality?"
The girl was almost mad with anger. Another innocent girl heard the noise in the living room and ran out of the kitchen. She was also stunned when she saw Wen Liang standing in the house. However, her IQ was obviously higher than that of the round-faced girl. Seeing that Wen Liang had even changed his slippers, she knew that he must have followed them here. She asked, "Sister Tang, your guest?"
Tang Ye nodded, her pretty face full of confusion, and said: "Stop arguing for now, can anyone tell me what's going on?"
Wen Liang smiled but said nothing. He would never argue with the two girls. He just teased them because they were too arrogant. Tang Ye knew that Wen Liang would not say anything more. He gave him an apologetic look and then took the two girls to the bedroom.
Wen Liang sat on the sofa and looked at the furnishings in the room. He roughly estimated that this duplex apartment, including the decoration and furniture, should be worth no less than one million.
Tang Ye is just the deputy director of the news department of a small provincial newspaper, but his spending is shocking!
The business card that he had snatched from Wen Huaiming suddenly appeared in Wen Liang's mind. Under the starry sky, dandelions were drifting in the wind.
And during this period of time, he seemed to have forgotten this!
After a while, Tang Ye and the two girls came out and walked them directly to the door. Tang Ye whispered, "You guys go back first. I have something to discuss with my friends. Let's come back another day."
The innocent girl pulled Tang Ye's hand and shook it, revealing a bit of infatuation and naivety, while the round-faced girl took advantage of the time when the two of them were talking, glared at Wen Liang fiercely and quickly raised her middle finger!
Next, the round-faced girl learned the first lesson in life: Never compete with an older man in being vulgar!
Wen Liang had a calm expression. He clasped his thumb and index finger together to form a circle, and then he made a few stroking movements on the girl's middle finger from a distance.
The round-faced girl was confused for a moment, and opened her mouth slightly, not understanding what Wen Liang meant by his gesture. The innocent girl happened to turn her head and saw the gesture interaction. She felt embarrassed and annoyed, so she took the round-faced girl's hand and turned to leave. However, when she left, she looked back at Wen Liang with a threatening look in her eyes.
Tang Ye walked over and sat down, smiling bitterly, "They came here suddenly, and I didn't have time to inform you. I didn't expect you had already met. Master Wen, they are just two children. They don't know how to speak or act properly. Don't bother with them."
"Director Tang, who are these two people? Why do I feel like you don't want to introduce us to each other even if there wasn't the previous conflict?"
Tang Ye hesitated to speak, and said with a gentle smile: "Forget it, I just asked casually, Director Tang, please don't embarrass me."
"One of them is called Chen Yurui, the daughter of Chen Zongzhi, and the other is called Zhuo Mingjing, her father is..."
"Zhuo Yihua, the one nicknamed Buddha, right?"
Tang Ye looked up in astonishment and said, "You..."
Wen Liangping raised his hands and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm not a god. The reason I know this is because I bribed the security guards outside just now."
Tang Ye breathed a sigh of relief. This was the reasonable answer. Otherwise, Wen Liang would be too scary!
Zhuo Yihua, the real name of Fo Ye, is not only not high-end and classy, but also full of the feminine air of a small rural town. Objectively speaking, it is probably because of the custom of raising boys cheaply and keeping them alive in those days when people were starving that people gave such a woman such a name.
But over the years, as Master Fo became more and more prosperous, Zhuo Yihua was almost forgotten by everyone, and not many people knew him. And there were only a few people who were qualified to call him "Yihua" in person.
It would be easy for him to change his name given his status as Lord Buddha, but he does not seem to be ashamed of it and has no taboo about it.
One flower, one world; one Buddha, one Tathagata.
In fact, even names that are not so high-end and classy can be low-key, luxurious and meaningful!
"How could these two young ladies have such a big prejudice against the people of Qingzhou?"
Tang Ye hesitated for a long time, then sighed and said, "It's all because of Qingzhou's crackdown on piracy a few months ago..." (To be continued)