Yuan Qinglang seemed to be afraid that Fu Nanli would go back on his word, so he quickly agreed and laughed at Fu Nanli in his heart, saying that he was just so-so. People outside said that he was so cunning and scheming, but it might be all in vain.
So, Fu Nanli and Yuan Qinglang signed the land transfer contract, and the two thousand acres of land in western Xinjiang belonged to Fu Nanli.
Fu Nanli also fulfilled his promise and quickly helped Yuan Qinglang solve his resort problem in Shangri-La.
Yuan Qinglang returned to Dubai happily.
In Fu Nanli's office at Zhonghuan Group, Fu Cheng sat beside his desk and said happily, "Yuan Qinglang probably thinks he got a great bargain. When he knows how much he lost, do you think he will make a fuss?"
"Then let him make a fuss. The contract has been signed."
"Yuan Er is about to start a new round of regrets. He is no good, not cut out for business, and has no ability to judge the situation. He even refused to help the Fu family. Others wanted to help but didn't have the opportunity, but the Yuan family had the opportunity in front of them, but they didn't want it. Tsk, I think the Yuan family's wealth will not last for more than three generations. In Yuan Qinglang's hands, the Yuan family's foundation will be destroyed."
Fu Nanli sneered and did not comment.
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Time flies. Wen Qiao and her classmates' graduation defense is in May, but it's the end of April now and her thesis is not yet completed.
Young Master Fu is an orthodox businessman who cannot give any advice on music. He somewhat regrets not learning some classical music from his father so that he and Wen Qiao would have more in common.
Wen Qiao's thesis was about the contradiction and integration of folk music and Western music. It had a large structure and she wrote it with passion and inspiration. She wrote 20,000 words, but an undergraduate thesis usually has between 6,000 and 8,000 words.
What pained her was the deletions; she felt that every word was difficult to remove.
After sending it to the teacher, the thesis reviewer also said that 20,000 words is 20,000 words and there is no need to delete it.
At that time, Lu Youyou had only written 3,000 words, halfway to the required 6,000 words. When she learned that Wen Qiao had written 20,000 words, she burst into tears: "Why are people so different? Why can you write 20,000 words, but I can only write 3,000? I also looked up a lot of information. I'm so scared that there will be problems when I check for plagiarism."
Wen Qiao: "If you need any help from me, just tell me. I'm better than a computer."
Wen Qiao is familiar with both folk music and Western music, and his proficiency is on the same level as Lu Youyou's knowledge of entertainment gossip. As long as Lu Youyou asks, Wen Qiao can give an answer immediately.
The defense in May came as scheduled.
All the members of Wen Qiao's folk music club passed the defense, and Wen Qiao's defense was filmed into a video, which became a promotional video in the admission brochure of the Central Conservatory of Music.
At the same time, Lu Youyou brought the news: "Xu Luyan graduated."
Graduation was delayed because she did not complete the required credits, her graduation thesis did not pass, and she was unable to attend the graduation defense.
All the former alumni of No. 9 Middle School were surprised that Xu Lu, who was once a top student, could not even graduate successfully after entering university.
After all, the entertainment industry has confused her eyes and she has lost her original intention.
Wen Qiao shook his head and ignored him. He walked out of the Lister Building and ran into Zhuang Yan.
Zhuang Yan is now a famous violinist. After graduation, he arranged a world tour, starting in Haicheng and then going all the way to Europe, America and Australia. His schedule is very full.
He and Wen Qiao both entered the school at S-level and graduated at S-level. They have become top-level bosses in everyone's eyes.
"I wish you a successful performance." Wen Qiao wished sincerely.
The group walked together along the plane tree path of the school, stopped in front of the red Minyue Building, and sat on the steps.
Lu Youyou gave everyone a bottle of soda, and a group of young people talked about the future with high spirits.
"Wen Qiao, aren't you going to hold a concert tour? Your folk music club can include me. No matter how busy you are, I will join."
Wen Qiao touched the cold glass bottle and said solemnly, "Well, there are a lot of things to do this year. We will probably start from next year. If everything goes well, we will start holding concerts after June next year."
Right now, saving lives is the most important thing. The blood hasn’t been collected yet, so work matters can be put aside for now.
(End of this chapter)