Saturday morning.
In the office of the president of Enrui Group, there is a small and hidden wooden door, and behind this door is a suite with an area of about 20 square meters. In addition to a comfortable bed and a closet with spare suits in the suite, there is also a small bathroom, which is convenient for the owner to wash.
Last night, Qiu Qiu brought a dinner cooked by himself to reward his godfather who had worked hard for several days. He originally wanted to wait for Fu Ruien to finish his overtime work and they would go home together, but unexpectedly there was another wave of public opinion attacks against Enrui Group on the Internet in the middle of the night last night , Everyone slept late on Friday, and the rhythm of the marketing account was raised, and the attention rose instantly. The public relations department of Enrui Group worked overtime to deal with the emergency, and Fu Ruien also worked together until late at night.
Qiu Qiu couldn't bear it until early morning, said good night to his godfather, and staggered to the small apartment to rest.
He woke up late, and didn't get up until after nine o'clock in a daze. His short hair was blown into a bird's nest, and he sat on the bed sleepily holding the quilt to wake up. The other pillow next to him had signs of sleeping on it, but Qiu Qiu reached out to touch it, and the half of the quilt was no longer warm.
... How many hours did Godfather sleep
Faintly, godfather's voice came from outside the door. Qiu Qiu listened with his ears up. Fu Ruien should be discussing business matters with others.
Qiu Qiu put on his clothes and was about to go out when the cell phone beside his pillow rang. An unfamiliar landline number was displayed on the screen, but Qiu Qiu recognized the first four digits—these are the office landlines announced by University A.
In the blink of an eye, Qiu Qiu had vaguely guessed what happened.
He sat down again unhurriedly, stabilized his mind, and then answered the phone.
"Hello."
On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged man's voice came: "Is that Qiu Qiu? This is the office of the dean of the Faculty of Arts."
If Qiu Qiu only guessed a rough idea at the beginning, when he received this call, he knew that his guess was 100% true.
"Hi Dean, what can I do?"
"Then what...Qiu Qiu, this morning, the principal's mailbox received a real-name report letter from a classmate of the Faculty of Arts, reporting that you had close contacts with several professors in the Chinese Department, and your final grades were much higher than others. The principal forwarded the email to I'm here, I'm here to ask what's going on with you."
The dean's tone was very kind, his attitude was not like a business-like dean, but more like a neighbor's uncle.
—In yesterday’s black post, the host accuses Qiu Qiu of being familiar with half of the teachers in the Chinese Department. This is really “wronged” him. Let's all know each other!
The dean of the Faculty of Liberal Arts is a doctoral advisor in the Department of Archeology. He is 60 years old this year and he is under the tutelage of a National Treasure-level academician. His younger brother is Qiu Qiu's uncle (net name "Shang Shan Ruoshui")—in fact, the academic circle sometimes has a lot to do with finance. Like a circle, the network of relationships goes around and everyone knows each other.
In the eyes of these professors, Qiu Qiu is a very good seedling in the "Second Generation of Learning" circle. He has aura and is willing to work hard. Do you say that he colluded with the professors to cheat in the exam? ... how ridiculous!
The only tricky thing about this report was that it involved many respected professors. According to the procedure, the dean had to personally supervise the investigation, so he called Qiu Qiu to find out the situation.
Qiu Qiu had already expected this result, and he was very calm: "Thank you for caring about me. I know that the whistleblower will definitely not be able to produce substantive evidence that I bribed the professor, and I also have no way to produce evidence that I did not bribe the professor... But this matter, What I haven’t done, I haven’t done. Every final score of mine is obtained in an upright manner, and the quiz in class can prove my level.”
The dean said: "According to the previous process, all your test papers and papers need to be reviewed."
"No problem, follow the rules in the courtyard, my handwriting is so beautiful, I'm not afraid of being read."
The dean was amused by him, and quickly cleared his throat: "Because this matter involves too much, other teachers who are not involved in the matter will conduct a group interview for you. The information is ready, we discussed it, and it will be on Tuesday." He added in a serious tone, "Come on for tomorrow night's game, and study hard on Monday."
This time was discussed by all the teachers. Everyone knew that besides his studies, Qiu Qiu also had to be distracted by his music career, so he didn't want to put extra pressure on him at this time. So they decided to postpone the test time and give Qiu Qiu a little time to review.
Hearing the dean's words, Qiu Qiu's eyes lit up: "Thank you and all the teachers!"
"Okay, don't get too excited. This assessment will be videotaped and archived. Don't be careless and show your timidity in front of the camera."
Qiu Qiu confidently puffed out his small chest: "What's so scary about the camera, I've broadcast live several times in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers."
The dean really laughed out loud this time, learn with humility when you should be humble, and never bow your head when you should be proud. This is the literary integrity that everyone appreciates.
Before hanging up the phone, the dean asked him curiously: "...Aren't you curious about who reported you?"
"Not curious." Qiu Qiu said bluntly, "No matter who it is, the whistleblower must not be from the Chinese Department."
"You're smart." The dean sighed, "The whistleblower is a girl from the history department. The history department and your Chinese department have a few major courses together, so she reported all the professors of these courses."
Qiu Qiu had expected it a long time ago: sending anonymous emails and "breaking the news" on the website, how could this kind of idiot have the courage to really stand up? Ta will only hide behind others, secretly playing with those shady little thoughts.
If a girl can be willingly used as a weapon by him, it is estimated that the other party is not her boyfriend, but her best friend.
Qiu Qiu hung up the phone, got up and opened the curtains.
In the early autumn of September, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the city is just waking up. On the morning of the weekend, there were no people in the commercial area, and everything in front of me was calm.
Do you know that thousands of miles away, there is no rain and wind
…
When Qiu Qiu walked out of the suite, Fu Ruien was on the phone. Seeing Son Tang coming out, he silently turned his head to look at the coffee table, signaling Qiu Qiu to have breakfast first.
"The bank has almost finished the conversation, and there is still a little gap in funds... It's okay, I'll figure out what to do by myself." Fu Ruien made a rare joke with ease: "I said, Lao Xu, you have already borrowed me a lot before, If you lend me any more money, I will have to give you the company's shares... That's not acceptable, even if I die, the shares will still have to be left to Qiuqiu to inherit."
Qiu Qiu, who was eating happily, heard his godfather calling his name, he pricked up his ears and looked around like a puppy. Seeing that there was no movement, he continued to bury his head in eating and drinking.
The thick muffin bread has a heavy aroma. If you bite down, you can taste rich pieces of nuts and dried cranberries. Together with a cup of fragrant black tea, it is enough to fill your gurgling stomach.
Fu Ruien happened to catch a glimpse of Qiu Qiu eating bread with his hands in his hands, a broken nut hanging from the corner of his mouth, Fu Ruien reached out and tapped his cheek, Qiu Qiu immediately understood what he meant, and quickly stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth .
Fu Ruien hung up the phone, walked up to Qiu Qiu and rubbed his messy hair. The boy raised his hand to signal his godfather to taste it. The man lowered his head and took a small bite, then said disgustedly, "It's too sweet."
"Hey, didn't you eat breakfast?"
"I'm not used to eating this kind of sweet bread in the morning, so I asked He Yu to buy something else for me. The secretaries paid for it for you, saying that they thank the proprietress for treating them to dessert yesterday."
Qiu Qiu wasn't shy at all when she was called "the proprietress", and accepted it frankly.
"By the way," Fu Ruien asked casually, "I wanted to ask you to eat breakfast just now, but I heard you calling in the room, so I didn't go in. Your dean called you just now? What's the matter, insist Big Saturday said."
Qiu Qiu always told Fu Ruien everything, but he decided to hide this matter to the end. He said to his godfather without changing his expression: "It's nothing, the dean knows about my finals tomorrow night, so he specially called to wish me success in Toad Palace."
After uttering this lie, Qiu Qiu felt that a piece of innocence and honesty was forever lost in his soul—he actually lied to his old wife, oh my god, he became a married man with a little secret!
Because Qiu Qiu has always had a good reputation, Fu Ruien did not suspect him, and really thought that the dean cared about his competition.
Everyone knows how important tomorrow's finals is. Qiu Qiu has sacrificed a lot and experienced a lot along the way. He has grown up quickly, from an immature boy with music dreams to a courageous and capable singer. Fu Ruien had been looking forward to seeing Qiu Qiu lift the championship trophy on the spot.
Reluctantly, Mrs. Yang will ask him to talk about the matter tomorrow night, which is related to the next move. As the company's decision maker, he must put business affairs before his children's love.
Fu Ruien was full of guilt: "Qiuqiu, Godfather wants to apologize to you. I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the match tomorrow night."
"… Eh?"
"Tomorrow, Madam Yang will invite me to meet at night. She and Mr. Yang have always been at odds. I want to win her support so that I can fight back."
Qiu Qiu was really regretful that his godfather could not be present for such an important match in the finals. For the last competition, the song he prepared was specially written for Fu Ruien. He wrote the most important climax part of this song when they first met. After several months of deliberation, he revised and perfected it several times. It took a few days to polish the lyrics.
The final version of this song has not even been heard by Wang Dingxie, who arranged it for him. He wanted to wait until the competition scene and use this song to show his love to Fu Ruien in front of all the audience.
But... the godfather can't come.
Qiu Qiu wanted to pout his lips, but tried his best to squeeze the duck's mouth back. He used too much force, and the dimples came out.
"It's okay, the business is important." Qiu Qiu is caring and sensible, "Actually, I owe you an apology, godfather. If it wasn't for me, Enrui Group wouldn't have confronted the industry cancer like Yang Tian. It’s hard work for everyone.”
"What nonsense?" Fu Ruien immediately stopped his wild thoughts, "Now the coal mining industry is getting more and more difficult to do, Yangtian Media is his first attempt, but it didn't make him much money. We investigated, They recently intended to acquire a certain domestic cosmetics company, and Enrui now has the highest market share among domestic cosmetics, which happens to be in their way—even if it’s not for you now, there will definitely be disputes between the two in the future.”
"Really?" Qiu Qiu felt his conscience feel better.
"Of course it's true. There's no need for godfather to lie to you about this kind of thing."
Fu Ruien held him in his arms and kissed the boy's sweet dimples: "Don't be with me in the company tonight, go home and have a good rest, I'll let the nanny cook for you, you just need to recharge your batteries I hope that when godfather comes home tomorrow, he can see Qiuqiu waiting for me on the bed holding the trophy."
"... (ω) good..."
I hope tomorrow night, both of them can get their wish.