Youyan thought that he might have had a collision with a private car recently.
Youyan didn't have a bad temper, but he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at this time. It is forbidden to park here. This car suddenly drove over and almost kissed her hard. Even though she avoided it quickly, she still fell to the ground, scratching her palms and breaking out in sweat.
This was a black extended RV. Youyan didn't bother to look at the make and model. She knew at a glance that it must be worth a lot of money. She was thinking about Susan, got up and ran to the door of the building without quarreling with anyone.
But his arm was gently grabbed from behind.
"Miss." A man's gentle voice came from behind.
Youyan turned his head and saw that the other person was a tall and handsome man. He seemed gentle, but there was a faint sparkle in his eyes and an indescribable darkness.
"Miss, are you okay? My driver was rude," the other party said.
You tried to be hit and slandered, but when you saw that the other party was sincere and handsome, and seemed to be a bit like her novice, you still said: "It's okay, you can let go."
The man smiled and let go, "I'm so sorry."
Youyan became more fond of him, shook her head, and quickly ran into the building.
"Yeting?" A deep voice came from inside the car.
"Dad." The man's eyes darkened and he chuckled, "I felt familiar just now, and it turned out to be his former woman. I should have let Liu drive forward a little earlier, and it would be fun to see red."
Youyan walked into the lobby. Before he was stopped by the security guard, his running steps had already moved back several steps.
There was a long queue at the front desk, and the number of people was staggering.
"In a few days, there will be the National Painter Recruitment Competition of Art Consulting Club. How many people are coming to join in the fun. Those who signed up today are too late, don't you know?"
Just as she was having doubts, the voice from behind gave her a timely explanation.
Youyan was surprised and turned around to look, but it was the same man again.
"Artist Recruitment Competition?"
Seeing her confusion, the man smiled and explained: "These people will hold a competition, and the winner in the end will get the position of painter of the Art Consulting Society. Of course, this is undoubtedly a privileged job, but the greatest honor for the winner is to be able to The president of Art Consulting Club participates in the triennial Tokyo Art Awards.”
Youyan listened intently, but was still a little confused: "Can't individuals participate in this competition?"
The man clicked his tongue twice and approached her, "This lady may not know something. Japan is a country that pays attention to inheritance. Not everyone can participate in this Eastern Prize Competition. It is issued by the organizing committee over there. Tickets for the painter’s family and famous painters. No one else can disturb it.”
"So domineering?" Youyan also became excited after hearing this.
"Promoting is a tradition that the Art Consulting Society abides by, so all previous presidents will give one of the three tickets to the best painter."
Youyan nodded, and suddenly heard a rush of footsteps coming from the front.
A group of people walked in, with a man leading the way, followed by more than a dozen smartly dressed men and women.
This man had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was around fifty years old, elegant and handsome, with eyes as dark as a pool, and a profound energy between his brows.
The man who was chatting with her suddenly stopped smiling and said to the old man: "Dad."
The middle-aged man nodded and glanced at Youyan silently.
Youyan was still immersed in the Dongjing Tournament, which was shrouded in mystery. This man was a seasoned master, so Youyan didn't notice it at all.
But yearning comes after yearning. She was in a hurry at this time, so she thanked the young man and ran towards the elevator.
The young man stepped forward and stopped her with his tall body.
Youyan was stunned.
The middle-aged man spoke softly: "I was offended just now. If you don't mind, miss, you can take the elevator with us instead of having to squeeze into those public elevators."
Youyan knew at first glance that this person was not a simple person, and at this moment, he felt an indescribable sense of oppression in his heart. She glanced at the elevator. Except for the three special elevators, the other seven were filled with waiting staff.
She was not a shy person, so she thanked him and followed the father and son into the special elevator. At the same time, she became more and more confused. She used to work at Time and heard a lot of gossip about the Art Consulting Club. I know that this 20 Building is home to dozens of famous companies. Among them, Art Consulting Society has the strongest financial resources, with 120 floors. It alone occupies the 20th or 30th floors, so the three elevators occupy two of them for the chief and deputy officers. For the purpose of the president, this person took over the third channel. What is his background
"May I ask which floor you want to go to?" The young man's eyes flashed and his eyes fell on her.
Youyan quickly reported a number.
The middle-aged man raised his lips slightly, "What a coincidence, we are also going to the ninetieth floor."
As the sense of urgency in his heart deepened, Youyan quietly took a step back and put a little distance between himself and the two people.
Looking past her, a smile appeared on the middle-aged man's lips, which seemed to be true.
The elevator opened. Outside, more than a dozen men and women were waiting. When they saw the two people, they bent down slightly. While the father and son were talking to Youyan, these people came up first on a special ladder. Youyan could only think of the words "strict discipline" for a moment.
Ninety floors. Seeing the high-profile arrival, the two receptionists stood up to receive the reception. One of them smiled slightly and was about to inquire. The young man chuckled and spoke first: "Please tell your president, the new Lingxun Club will be stationed on the 70th floor." The president came to say hello."
Lingxunshe? Youyan paused, what kind of company is this? Feeling so close to that person's art club
The front desk did not dare to neglect, and as soon as he pressed the internal line, he led everyone inside. In the large space, hundreds of people were busy shuttling between the grids.
She was still in confusion and confusion when the ocher carpet came to an end and the administrative department separated by the glass sensor door suddenly opened.
Lin Ziyan is on the left, Linda is on the right, followed by several department managers, staggered one by one. In the middle, Gu Yebai led everyone out with a smile on his face.
Youyan's eyes are filled with tears, her man is so handsome. Suddenly there was a weight on her shoulders, but the young man beside her put his arm around her shoulders.
The man walking towards her was smiling slightly, but at this moment, she could clearly feel the cold anger radiating from his whole body. She looked at him helplessly, forgetting to pull away for a moment.