The wheelchair glided down the carpeted corridor, making almost no sound, save for the slight mechanical hum of the wheels turning.
The maid must have come up to clean the house, as the air was filled with the scent of mint air freshener, which was light and not pungent.
The window glass was wiped clean and the morning sun shone in, falling on Yun Pei. His bloodless face was so pale that it was almost transparent. He raised his hand to block the light that was a little dazzling to him, and squinted his eyes to gaze at the blue sky through his fingers.
"Master, breakfast is ready." The gentle-looking aunt stopped beside him, bent down and covered his legs with the blanket he had asked her to cover him with.
Yun Pei thanked him quietly. The other party shook his head and made way for him to turn the wheelchair himself. Before he could move forward, the phone in his pocket rang.
After taking it out and taking a look at it, he looked up and asked the aunt to leave first, telling him that he would go to the restaurant. He answered the phone and put it to his ear after the person had gone far away.
"Mr. Siyu, the paintings you submitted to the exhibition were sold yesterday. The money has been transferred to your account. Remember to check it." A gentle female voice came from the receiver, and it sounded familiar.
"Sold?" Yun Pei turned his head to the side. He was a little surprised. He thought that no one would like such a work.
"Yes, this exhibition will last for two more days. Do you want to send new works?"
The hand on the blanket gently rubbed the soft fabric, he lowered his eyes slightly and refused, "No need."
"Okay, I understand. I hope to have the opportunity to receive your work again next time." After being rejected by him, the other party did not say much and politely hung up the phone.
Yun Pei put down his phone and saw a new remittance message. He clicked it and the amount displayed made him pause.
Adding the agency fees deducted by the exhibition organizer, the other party seemed to have paid an extra zero.
This painting had been in his hands for a long time. It was a work he created several years ago. He was in a very bad state and in a gloomy mood when he created it. He himself didn't like it, so he put it up for sale at a small exhibition.
If I remember correctly, the price was casually set at 5,000 yuan, which was a good price for an unknown young painter. The work was from his early years and his techniques were still immature. He actually didn't care whether it could be sold or not.
This buyer actually raised the price tenfold for him. Yun Pei didn’t quite understand why. Where did this sucker come from
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The victim, Ben Yuan, was sitting at home eating breakfast at this moment, and hanging on the wall opposite him was the painting he had bought at a "high price" yesterday.
Putting the last bite of fried egg into his mouth, Qin Mingyuan took out a tissue to wipe the corners of his lips, then picked up the empty plates and cups and went to the kitchen to wash them.
He didn't like having outsiders come into his house, so he would just cook some simple meals for himself and eat out most of the time. I don't know if his original body had the same habit as him, and he just hired a part-time worker to clean the house when he was out.
After washing the cups and dishes and drying my hands, I went back to my room to change my clothes. When I put on my watch, I glanced at the time. It was just half past eight. I should be able to arrive at the company at nine o'clock.
I changed my shoes at the entrance, took my car keys and went out, got in the elevator and pressed the button for B1. The apartment I live in now is very close to the company, only about twenty minutes' drive away.
The Qin family's villa was seldom visited by the original owner, as his parents were abroad all year round. Currently, it was managed by servants, and he would only go back occasionally.
This made it convenient for Qin Mingyuan. Although he and his original body seemed to have similar temperaments, they were actually very different. The other party appeared cold on the surface, but was actually a very gentle person at heart, completely opposite to him. If he stayed with those who had watched his original body grow up since childhood, it would be hard to guarantee that he would not reveal his flaws after a long time.
He has more or less investigated the Qin family's affairs these days. He originally has two uncles and an aunt, who are not currently developing in this city, and are even involved in different fields, but they all hold a portion of Qin's shares.
After the old man of the Qin family passed away, the company was inherited by the original body's father. There was no bloody internal fighting. The Qin family seemed to be naturally indifferent and did not attach much importance to these material things.
But perhaps this is what makes him so elusive. He has been successful in the business world and has gradually grown to his current scale, which is beyond the reach of others.
Now, except for visiting each other during festivals, the Qin family members almost do not interfere with each other, which is very rare for a large family.
The Liang family, where the protagonist is from, can be described as a bloody hodgepodge. Not to mention the direct relatives, even the collateral relatives are scheming for power and profit, and one can only trust three points when family members talk to each other.
This is probably the pressure that the protagonist of a melodramatic novel has to bear. Qin Mingyuan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. The second male lead is always perfect and amorous. How can he concentrate on helping the protagonist if his family relationships are chaotic
Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the company's underground parking lot on time. He took the president's exclusive elevator to the top-floor office. The assistant team stood up to greet him, and Zhou Yang followed him in, holding a stack of documents.
After taking off his coat and hanging it up, Qin Mingyuan walked straight to the large desk and sat down, tapping the table to signal the other party to put the documents over.
Zhou Yang handed him the document but was not in a hurry to leave. He looked at his face and said hesitantly, "Boss Qin, Boss Yun came to the company to look for you ten minutes ago. He seemed to have something to say. I couldn't persuade him to leave, so I had to arrange for him to stay in the reception room. What do you think..."
If it was more than half a month ago, he would have definitely reported it to the other party immediately. After all, everyone saw how much the boss cared about Yun Yuexian at that time, but recently he has become increasingly unsure of the boss's attitude.
Qin Mingyuan didn't even raise his eyelids when he heard this. He was not surprised. Yun Haowei would definitely be reluctant to let go of the projects he had obtained. He couldn't eat them all. There was no other way except to find the original body. "Let him wait for now."
"Yes, then I'll go out first." Zhou Yang didn't dare to say anything more. He nodded and turned to leave.
Less than five minutes after he sat down, he heard a faint noise at the office door. Then the door was pushed open and he frowned and looked over.
Yun Haowei walked in wearing a suit, and Zhou Yang and two other assistants stood beside him a little awkwardly, obviously failing to stop him.
It’s not that the young men couldn’t hold him back, but they were mainly concerned about their boss’s attitude towards the other person’s son. If they really hurt him and ruined the boss’s business, they would be finished.
"Mingyuan, you've been so busy lately that it's hard for your uncle to see you." Yun Haowei didn't feel embarrassed to break into someone else's office. He smoothed his sleeves that were wrinkled during the tug of war and walked to the sofa and sat down. "Xiaoxian asked me to thank you before she joined the team."
When the son was mentioned at this time, everyone present knew what was going on.
Qin Mingyuan didn't rush to reply. He glanced at the embarrassed assistants and waved his hand to signal them to leave. After everyone left, he looked at the middle-aged man with a bad face, "Boss Yun is quite free. He came to see me early in the morning. I heard that Yun's company has taken on several projects recently, so he should be very busy."
Being blocked by him, Yun Haowei remembered the purpose of his visit. The expression on his face relaxed and he smiled. "No matter how busy I am, I am not as busy as Mingyuan in managing such a large enterprise. Since you are busy, it is the same for me to come and see you."
It sounded nice, but Qin Mingyuan's eyes were filled with sarcasm. He turned the pen in his hand and said, "Mr. Yun, you are too polite. I don't have time to entertain you since you are here. The work at hand is quite urgent. I will ask my assistant to take you back first."
He directly ordered them to leave, which made Yun Haowei's face stiffen again. He felt a little unhappy and uneasy.
To be honest, he had noticed the other party's cold attitude recently. He asked his son about it, and found that the two of them had not had any arguments, but his interest in him was indeed much less.
He knew in his heart that compared with his previous deep affection, his current attitude was normal. Given the status of the Qin family in City A, it was a godsend that Qin Mingyuan fell in love with his son, not to mention that he was obedient, considerate and generous.
It's not surprising for rich people to play with others occasionally. It's just a temporary novelty. He was young once and knew that men are like that. With this idea in mind, he was cautious in trying to please others even though he was surprised at first.
But gradually she realized his sincerity towards her son and that he was still kind to her even after being rejected. Yun Haowei became more excited and got many big projects and reaped the benefits through him.
I have to admit that he was a little overwhelmed in this situation. The other party's presence at his son's birthday party gave him a lot of face, and he began to lose sight of the situation.
At this time, being looked at by someone's cold eyes, it was like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, and he sobered up a lot. He quickly smiled and said, "Boss Qin, what are you talking about? How dare I waste your time? I have a few projects in hand, and I want to discuss business with you."
Hearing the change in his address, Qin Mingyuan raised his eyebrows, thinking that this man was quite sensible, but he was not a philanthropist. "Since it is a business, it can make money. Of course we can talk about it. Let me ask you first, how much profit can Mr. Yun's project bring to Qin's?"
Yun Haowei froze again. The biggest beneficiary of these projects would definitely be the Yun Group. If he really wanted to talk about money, the other party would definitely not be interested. He had no intention of negotiating money with anyone at all.
Although he was no longer sure about the other party's attitude, he still tried: "These are all projects that were accepted on the day of Xiaoxian's birthday party. We are all friends, so maybe..."
"Click," Qin Mingyuan put the pen on the table before he could finish his words, making a small noise. The other party immediately fell silent. He leaned back in his chair and said, "Boss Yun, you are my elder and have been running the company longer than me. Why are you still talking about personal relationships in business at this age? Don't let others cheat you."
Yun Haowei's face turned red and white after hearing these few light words. If he didn't understand such obvious sarcasm, he would have lived all these years in vain.
Is he really not interested in his own son? Yun Haowei didn't want to believe it. He finally climbed up the big tree of the Qin family and had a place in the circle of wealthy families in City A. How could he be willing to retreat
If these projects fail to be negotiated, the Yun family will definitely suffer losses. However, if he continues to lobby without foresight, it will only make the other party annoyed and the loss will outweigh the gain. He knows clearly what is more important.
Furthermore, he still didn't believe that Qin Mingyuan was tired of his son just because he said he was tired of him. Even if he did it for something new, he had already gotten it and had tasted it. What's more, the other party had recently helped his son get a role directed by a big director.
In the current situation, maybe they are unhappy about being rejected all the time, and feel humiliated repeatedly, so they want to give them some advice and ask them not to be so ungrateful.
After thinking about it in his mind, Yun Haowei, who thought he had guessed what people were thinking, breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Xiao Xian could coax him a little, things would turn around. The loss this time was not a big deal. As long as he could have the support of the Qin family, he could always make it back from other places.
He raised his eyes, looked at the expressionless man, and nodded with a relaxed look, "Boss Qin is right. I didn't think it through this time."
Qin Mingyuan was a little surprised this time. He stared at the other person for a few seconds, as if he had guessed what he was thinking. He sneered in his heart and said nothing more. He tapped his fingertips on the armrest of the chair and said, "It's good that Mr. Yun knows it clearly."
His words made Yun Haowei feel that he was hinting at something, so he simply stopped bothering him and stood up to button up his suit. "In that case, I'll leave first. Xiao Xian is filming in another place today and may be busy for a while. When he comes back, let him take Mr. Qin home for dinner. His mother is a good cook. She usually doesn't cook, but recently she has been thinking about making a table for Mr. Qin."
The one he was thinking about was probably the big tree of Qin family, not him. Qin Mingyuan looked at his warm face, said nothing, just nodded politely, and watched the other party leave his office.
As soon as he left, Zhou Yang knocked on the door carefully and came in, apologizing to him for not stopping him.
Qin Mingyuan didn't care. He lowered his eyes to read the documents and said indifferently, "Tell the security guard at the door not to let the Yun family in in the future. It's an eyesore."
Zhou Yang responded in a low voice and gently closed the office door, secretly amazed, feeling that his boss's attitude was still unpredictable.
(End of this chapter)