Qiu Qiu's net worth shocked Hua Xiang's jaw, and even Li Weixi couldn't calm down.
They have indeed seen the second-generation demolitionists with more than a dozen properties under their name, but after being hit by the pie, those people gave up and continued to struggle. The rent is mixed with food and waits to die, and some people with bad character will also get into the bad habit of eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.
But Qiu Qiu is too far away from the second generation of demolition in their impression.
If there is a chance, Li Weixi really wants to know Qiu Qiu's parents and see what kind of family can educate such excellent children.
Hua Xiang said in embarrassment: "Autumn thief... No, Qiu Landlord. I didn't expect you to have so many suites. If you find a small company for a quick mortgage for a house worth 10 to 20 million, I can introduce you. But you have too many houses. Well, a small company can’t handle such a big order, and a big company doesn’t have such a fast process. Let me try to help you, my parents know a lot of people, and see if they can do anything.”
Qiu Qiu gratefully toasted him with a cup of soy milk: "Then I will trouble you and my uncles and aunts."
…
After lunch, Qiu Qiu and Hua Xiang sang together a few more times, and he didn't leave Hua Xiang's house until four o'clock in the afternoon.
Beef Noodles liked this sweet-smelling little brother very much. When Qiu Qiu left, he wagged his tail at him.
Qiu Qiu also took pity on this dog that was in trouble. He patted it on the head: "Beef Noodles, next time brother comes to see you, he must get better."
A dazed look flashed across Li Weixi's face next to him, and Qiu Qiu suddenly realized that Brother Li couldn't see the dog healed with his own eyes.
On the way home, Qiu Qiu received a call from Fu Ruien.
Fu Ruien's voice was full of exhaustion, and he said apologetically: "Qiuqiu, I won't go back for dinner tonight, you go to bed early, don't wait for me."
Ever since Yangtian's offensive started, he hasn't left work on time, and he's busy until late every day. Even when he returns home, he often fights in the study until dawn.
Qiu Qiu recalled listening to Li Weixi's analysis of the dangerous situation at noon, and immediately felt sorry for his godfather.
"Godfather, if you don't have time to go home, shall I bring you dinner?"
"What?"
Qiu Qiu repeated again: "Although I know that brother He Yu will definitely order dinner for you, I still want to make it for you myself. Only when godfather is full can he have the strength to defeat Yang Tian." He said, "... If it's not convenient for me to go, then forget it."
"How could it be inconvenient?" Fu Ruien knew that Tangzi felt sorry for him, so he was too happy, "I'm afraid it will delay your singing practice time, after all, the competition is going to be on Sunday."
"I've practiced with Hua Xiang for a day today...I want to see you right now," Qiu Qiu said in a small but firm voice, "I just want to see you."
Fu Ruien's whole heart was soaked in honey, thinking that in a few hours, he would be able to hold Qiuqiu for dinner in the office, ah, no, holding Qiuqiu for dinner, he was full of energy again.
"Okay, I'll ask the driver to pick you up at six o'clock in the evening."
Before going out today, Qiu Qiu specially used an electric pressure cooker to cook a pot of nourishing and nourishing herbal pork ribs soup. After ten hours of stewing, the ribs fell off the bone when touched, and the effect of the herbal food was fully integrated into the soup. Qiu Qiu specially prepared this for Fu Rui'en, and Qiu Qiu himself was reluctant to drink it.
When he got home, he quickly made a meat dish and three vegetarian dishes. The meat dish was bitter gourd stuffed with meat, and the vegetarian dish was sweet and sour lotus root slices, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and stir-fried cabbage. When the driver came to the door, he had already packed the insulated lunch box and packed two big boxes. Let alone two grown men, four of them would be enough to eat.
Not only that, Qiu Qiu also ordered 200 cups of milk tea and matching refreshments from Ling Lingxi Dessert Shop at his own expense, and sent them to the public relations department, marketing department and secretary department to reward those employees who had to stay and fight on Friday night them.
Working overtime on weekends is the most difficult, especially since everyone has been up for several days in a row and their spirits are low. Even if they don't say anything, they will definitely feel a little tired in their hearts. The dessert Qiu Qiu sent was no less than roasted sweet potatoes in the cold winter, it was warm and ironed, and it was sweet to the heart in one bite.
Fu Ruien heard a faint noise coming from outside the office, and he didn't know what happened.
He followed the sound and pushed open the door, only to see the young secretaries who were still sluggish just now scrambling towards the tea room. cake.
The little girl who drank the most was clamoring to lose weight last week and ate cucumbers in the office every day. Now, she drank half a cup of milk tea in one sip, and her whole face lit up inch by inch under the nourishment of the dessert. .
Even He Yu picked up a small piece of brownie with a stern face, and swallowed it into his mouth with a blank expression. The bittersweet taste of chocolate quickly soothed his heart, as if a little fairy stole all the creases between his brows.
Among the crowd, Qiu Qiu walked in front of Fu Ruien with a smile, carrying two large boxes of meals, accompanied by the sweet smell in the air.
"Godfather, I'm here." Qiu Qiu explained warmly, "I saw that my brothers and sisters are working so hard, so I bought some desserts, hoping to make everyone feel better."
Only then did everyone who was scrambling to eat know that these coffee breaks were not bought by the boss, but by the handsome and cute boss lady! !
Fu Ruien took the heavy lunch box in his hand, hugged him and walked to the office. Qiu Qiu turned around and waved to his sisters, encouraging him in a low voice, "Come on!"
Looking at the boy's deep dimples, the sweet milk tea in their mouths "lost taste" in an instant.
He Yu, who was close, happened to overhear the whispered conversation between the boss and Young Master Qiu—
"Qiuqiu, why do you only buy desserts for them, but not for your godfather?"
"Because I am godfather's dessert^_^"
… Oh shit. He Yu thought to himself, it's amazing that you have to take care of your partner when you work overtime
…
After dinner, Qiu Qiu didn't go home, but stayed in the office to accompany Fu Ruien to work overtime. As soon as Fu Ruien got busy, he couldn't take care of other things. Qiu Qiu found a corner to read a book quietly, minimized his sense of existence, and tried not to disturb him as much as possible.
One of them works and the other studies, and the atmosphere is tacit and natural.
That night, many people came and went in Fu Ruien's office, including secretaries Qiu Qiu knew, and other department heads that Qiu Qiu didn't know. Qiu Qiu focused on being his little bookworm, but he didn't know that when everyone entered the office, they would sneak a glance at the proprietress, and then obediently talk about work under the boss' stare.
A WeChat message suddenly popped up on Qiu Qiu's phone screen.
It's Xiong Da, not Xiong Er: Damn it, Qiu, are the people in your department crazy
Autumn is the autumn of autumn: What's wrong
It's Xiong Da, not Xiong Er: It's a pity that you haven't lived in the dormitory these days... They come to the dormitory to look for you, asking when you will come to the school, probably for the sake of research.
Autumn is the autumn of autumn:…
Qiu Qiu really felt tired. Before his senior year, he always felt that the class he was in was very warm and harmonious. Although there was competition in private, it was always a healthy competition. When he went to participate in "Super New Generation", the audience was dissatisfied with the audience, so it was Xiaoli who organized the students to go to the scene to support him and cheer for him. At that time, he was very fortunate to have such a group of warm and kind classmates.
But now, it's just a 20% insurance research quota, which makes everyone jealous. He thought the anonymous email last time was just an example, but he didn't expect that there were many other people with the same thoughts.
Autumn is autumn: It’s okay, I will submit the application form for the graduate school next week. I’m busy with the competition this week, and I can prepare for the graduate school interview next week with peace of mind. I will not be affected by them.
It's Xiong Da, not Xiong Er: ... Haven't you read that post on the forum yet
As he said that, Da Xiong threw over a link titled "I went to the school history museum today and saw some interesting files".
It's such a seemingly ordinary title, but under the guidance of caring people, it gradually deviated from the track-who would have thought that this post could actually lead to Qiu Qiu
The post is an anonymous post. The host said that he went to the school history museum to check the information today, and found the graduation photo of Professor Wang who teaches "Modern and Contemporary Literature". Professor Wang was the chairman of the student union back then. In the photo, he is thin and tall. If it weren't for his signature smile and glasses that look like wine bottles, no one would be able to tell that he is the current vice president with a big heart and a fat body.
In addition to the graduation photo, there is also a two-person photo of him and the captain of the debate team, because they were both influential figures in that class, and they have had profound attainments in the field of literature for many years after graduation, so this precious group photo was also selected. In the school history book.
And under the photo of the two of them, the personal information of the two seniors was clearly written.
… Brother Wang, currently the deputy dean of the Faculty of Liberal Arts of University A, a doctoral tutor and a graduate tutor in the direction of modern and contemporary literature, has written…
… Brother Qiu, currently the editor-in-chief of the Chinese Publishing House, has presided over the compilation of several reference books and Chinese textbooks for primary and junior high schools, and is a member of the Chinese Writers Association...
In addition to this photo, the poster also posted a group photo of graduation from those years. At that time, college students were very expensive. In the highest-level institutions like University A, the total number of students in the four grades was less than one hundred. And in the group photo of 100 people, half of the professors in the Chinese Department are young.
In recent years, the recruitment policy of university teachers has changed. The school will give priority to teachers with overseas study experience and educational background from other schools. However, a few decades ago, the resources of university teachers were scarce, and the school strongly encouraged students to stay in the school to teach after completing their doctoral studies in the school, and pass on the salary to their juniors and sisters.
In other words, more than half of the professors in the Chinese Department of University A have actually studied at University A decades ago. In other words, they are all from the same school as Papa Qiu!
The host did not hesitate to use the most vicious idea to guess—"Whose father is Brother Qiu, don't I need to tell you? Everyone can tell by looking at his face. More than half of the teachers in the Chinese Department of Ganqing are related to him. With such a high score, I get the first place in every subject.”
Qiu Qiu, who was being ridiculed by him, has become very popular recently. He was an out-and-out star in the school when he appeared on the talent show. As soon as this post came out, it naturally caused a lot of splashes.
Some people are jealous: "The landlord is stable! Don't stop such a big gossip! I think he is weird for a long time. How can there be such a perfect person, who is also a school grass, a singer and a school bully. Is it really a human design? 23333. "
Someone echoed: "My friend is from the Chinese Department. There are so many hard-working students in the Chinese Department. Every time the first row is full of people taking notes. Everyone works so hard, how can Qiu Qiu get the first place every time? I think It's not that the professor has thoroughly understood the questions in advance, but it's just that the time of grading is watery."
Someone retorted: "Fart, how many people in the Chinese Department haven't asked Qiu Qiu for advice? Everyone knows whether his grades are fake or real! If you put in the same effort, if you do poorly in the exam, he will do well. What's the reason—of course it's because of IQ!"
Some people are sensible: "Qiu Qiu's knowledge is solid +1, free of appraisal, I am not from the Chinese Department, but I am also from the Faculty of Arts, and I have major classes together. Everyone in our department knows his level. Knowing his parents does not mean he will Open the back door. Everyone, don’t listen to the wind and the rain, Jiang Lai’s report has gone wrong, and you will all be held accountable.”
Seeing these messages, Qiu Qiusheng smiled angrily.
He didn't reveal that he was familiar with the teacher in front of his classmates, because he was afraid that some people would think wildly. He didn't expect to be exposed before the insurance research, and dirty water was poured on him.
Such questioning is not only an insult to his personal conduct, but also an insult to the morality of the professors and the image of the Chinese Department as a whole.
The school exams are graded in a sealed manner, and the professors write the questions alone, and they never give students a small lesson. These people questioned him for cheating through the back door just because of his good grades. How is this different from the paparazzi journalists in the entertainment industry who casually make up stories for celebrities based on a few photos
It's Xiong Da not Xiong Er: Don't be angry. Xiaoli has already contacted the moderator of the forum to see if she can delete the post.
It's Xiong Da, not Xiong Er: Someone under your godfather should be able to check the IP to see which pink eye disease is causing trouble, isn't it just a security research institute, all kinds of monsters and ghosts have come out.
Qiu is the autumn of autumn: No, I won't tell my godfather about it.
Qiu Qiu raised his head and focused his gaze on the desk. Fu Ruien was sitting upright, listening to his subordinates' work reports with a serious face. In addition to a few documents spread out, he also had a cup of strong coffee - it was the second cup this evening - the shadows under his eyes and the beard on his chin The stubble showed his exhaustion.
Autumn is the autumn of autumn: I will handle this matter.
Autumn is the autumn of autumn: Godfather has a big battle to fight, and I can handle these little guys by myself.
It's Xiong Da, not Xiong Er: ... Damn it, Qiu, your aura has suddenly grown to 2.8 meters! !
It's Xiong Da not Xiong Er: No, you are too manly, my boyish heart is throbbing.
After all, Qiu Qiu was the man who wanted to take care of Fu Ruien, so he couldn't do anything manly.
Qiu Qiu pulled the forum post to the bottom, logged into his account, and left a string of text crackling.
Qiu Qiu (201x, Department of Chinese): The person standing with Professor Wang in the photo is indeed my father. He has a very close personal relationship with Professor Wang. I do know many professors of the Chinese Department of University A since I was a child. But I have never relied on my personal relationship in exchange for special treatment from the professor in the final exam.
If anyone suspects that I am operating in the dark, you are welcome to report to the school.
I can accept all test paper review, thesis review, and quiz review. If other professors in the Chinese Department are willing to test me face to face, I have no objection at all.
I dare to welcome all doubts.
— Landlord, do you dare to report me in real name