A quarter of an hour later, Cheng Lang flipped through a stack of project analysis reports in the office, and set aside one ear to listen to Gao Rui crying at his desk.
"Mr. Zhao from Fancui Jewelry called in the evening and said that he just learned that Miss Zhao offended you this afternoon and wanted to bring his daughter to come to your door to make amends. It seems that this is not a trivial matter!" Gao Rui wiped the corner of his eyes, "You don't know how Miss Zhao treated Miss Xu before."
"Are you free?" Cheng Lang raised his eyes, tapped the side of the folder in his hand with his knuckles, "Don't care about the 400 billion project, and study the little girl's house-playing game."
Gao Rui choked: "Didn't you ask me to inquire this afternoon?"
"You also said it was afternoon." Cheng Lang lowered his head and flipped through the two pages of the report, which seemed so righteous and ruthless.
"I know that Miss Xu's actions today violated your taboo, and that Mrs. Xu's attitude is really unpleasant, but..."
Cheng Lang closed the document, pressed it on the table and handed it forward: "We, Mr. Cheng, may have had enough of the blessings, and the real money is spent for fun. Go and prepare. I will dismiss this project at the next week's seminar. "
Gao Rui looked at the words "Dream Island" on the folder, and his expression turned serious.
Dream Island, as Lanchen's comprehensive transformation and a heavy hammer to enter the cultural market, is a large-scale cultural tourism project focused on the group's latest five-year plan.
According to Cheng Jun's vision, the group will build theme parks with local characteristics in seven first- and second-tier cities in China. After the final opinions are finalized at the seminar next week, they will start negotiating and signing project contracts with various places. Decentralization of funds for the first phase.
"Cheng Boss has been planning this project for nearly two years." Although it might be nonsense to Cheng Lang, Gao Rui reminded him with a breath.
"That's why it is even more important to stop losses in time. Mr. Cheng has no worries about food and clothing, and the group's 95,000 employees have to support their families."
Under such a heavy burden, Gao Rui couldn't care about Xu Qiao's side for a while, and immediately picked up a pile of documents and went out.
Before going out, Cheng Lang's neutral voice sounded behind him: "Next time you won't be able to cry, don't use colored eye drops."
"..."
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At dusk of the next day, Xu Qiao, who had been paralyzed by her aunt for a whole day, finally struggled to get out of bed after hearing that the designer from her jewelry company had arrived.
This is the routine work of Jinlu's core design team four times a year. Every time the season changes, they will tailor the next season's private custom jewelry for Xu Qiao.
This time, the first draft of the design was published as early as last month, but Xu Kangrong killed him halfway, saying that he could no longer waste company resources for his daughter like this.
But it was about Cheng Lang's attitude yesterday that made Xu Qiao feel embarrassed. Yan Lizhen felt that the Xu family still had to spend a lot of money in this regard, and took advantage of Xu Kangrong's business trip to invite the designer to the house on her own initiative.
Xu Qiao was not feeling well, and she was very angry at Cheng Lang. Up to now, her temples were still throbbing, and she was not interested in making jewelry. After calling Liang Que to the study, she wrapped herself in a blanket and nestled on the sofa. Curled into a limp ball.
Liang Que stood beside her holding the tablet, swiping the screen at a constant speed while observing her expression, not even in the mood to eat the fruit plate brought by Aunt Zhang.
After all, everyone in Jin Lu knew that this lady's aesthetic was notoriously difficult to cater to.
Xu Qiao looked through more than a dozen design drafts expressionlessly, and raised her eyelids: "This year's trend of rock tones is very strong."
Liang Que beat a drum in his heart.
Graduated from the Florence School of Jewelry Design, her first work was exhibited at the Florence International Design Biennale, and she was firmly seated as the creative director of Jinlu Jewelry under the age of 30—her resume is extremely beautiful in this circle, even quite a few None of her peers understood why she was willing to give in to Jin Lu based on her aptitude.
But every time she faced Xu Qiao, her glamor in front of others seemed to become insignificant.
Maybe it's because the debut work that won the praises of Italian celebrities and helped her become famous in one fell swoop actually originated from Xu Qiao's "pointing".
Xu Qiao, who was less than 20 years old, complained about her works. From the beginning, she dismissed it, thinking that this young lady with high eyes was an outsider preaching to an insider, but she unexpectedly discovered that the effect of modifying according to Xu Qiao's thinking was surprisingly amazing.
So even though this pleasure-loving daughter only finished her undergraduate studies in China, and even refused to go abroad for further study with "It's so hard, I'm too lazy to go", she still couldn't ignore her seemingly nitpicking opinions.
After thinking about it for a while, Liang Que said: "It's true that there is a wave of wind. Creating hot spots requires opportunities after all."
Xu Qiao spread her hands: "It's better to keep up with the trend than to be caught up in the dust. I didn't say that following the trend is not good, but if you just use a strong gimmick, follow the trend blindly to the point where you lose your basic skills, isn't it putting the cart before the horse?"
Liang Que was taken aback.
Xu Qiao pointed to the leaf-shaped brooch on the screen: "Such a heavy rose red, on a light-colored spring dress, can't steal the limelight from the main body? Why not use a gradient?"
She lazily raised her arm, swipe the screen twice with her index finger, and tapped the drop-shaped diamond ring: "This emerald is not too abrupt on the platinum ring? Why not add a light-colored side diamond on each side to complete it?" Color transitions?"
Xu Qiao hit the nail on the head and turned all the way, talking so fast that people couldn't get in the whole process.
Liang Que had a chance to speak when she took a rest and forked a piece of dragon fruit dryly. But after thinking about it carefully, I found that it was irrefutable.
"I'll go back and revise the draft right away." She pinched the tablet tightly and said.
Xu Qiao waved her hand to signal to go, and when she left, she fell into the sofa with resentment about everything going wrong.
Aunt Zhang came in and poured her a glass of brown sugar water to calm her down.
She got tired after two sips, sat for a while, sighed and said, "Aunt Zhang, where is my little handkerchief? I want to take a nap."
"It's in your room, I'll get it for you." Knowing that she couldn't sleep without pinching the handkerchief, Aunt Zhang rushed to get it, but didn't want to open the study door but heard an angry male voice.
"Who allowed her to go home? A twenty-three-year-old takes care of herself when she leaves home. It's up to her to learn this lesson! You bring her back like this to continue spoiling her!" Xu Kangrong was on a business trip came back.
Aunt Zhang was startled, and was about to close the door when Xu Qiao stopped her with a look.
The quarrel downstairs came up so clearly.
"Aren't I afraid that your precious daughter will have a hard time outside? Besides, how can you be such a father? Oh, I have spoiled her for more than 20 years, and now I remember not to spoil her. What's the difference between throwing a flying bird downstairs and beating it?"
"You still have the nerve to say this, isn't it all about her that you have loved all these years? At the beginning, she said that studying abroad was hard, but I said that it was hard to go. Did you try to help her? You are half as good as you are to her. Strictly, she won't lose her support!"
The couple's conversation became more and more serious. Aunt Zhang was embarrassed to advance or retreat. Turning her head to look at Xu Qiao, she saw that she had nothing to do with herself and looked at the sunset outside the window, her mouth was still chattering. Chewing a slice of apple.
Although her expression was extremely dull, Aunt Zhang felt that this child had always known how much filth was buried in this magnificent home.
Even she gave up studying abroad and jewelry design, maybe it's because of something else.
Yan Lizhen also seemed to be angry: "What do you mean I should raise her? Didn't you say 'Even if your daughter never gets married, you can still afford it'?"
"One moment and another moment! It's so difficult to do business now. If Jinlu falls one day, I'll be gone too. I'll see how she lives alone!"
"What kind of bad words are you talking about!"
Xu Qiao finally got up, went back to her room and changed into her home clothes, packed a few pieces of luggage, and went downstairs with a small wardrobe box.
The blushing couple stopped to look at her.
Xu Kangrong glared at her: "Where are you going?"
"It's said that harmony makes money. I'm afraid that if I stay a little longer, our family won't be able to make any money. Then how will I live for the rest of my life?"
"You girl..."
Xu Qiao smiled and waved to the two of them, and when she came out of the courtyard, she was shocked when she saw Xu Lie standing upright at the corner: "What are you doing, being a door god?" The movement inside is here to "avoid the battle", so he pointed behind him, "The quarrel is over, you can go in."
Xu Lie frowned and didn't move: "Dad has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, you go and be soft, and he will not really drive you out before you recover from your illness."
"Do you see the word 'serving soft' in your sister's dictionary?" Xu Qiao snorted and walked away on high heels.
Getting kicked out of the house seems to be a familiar thing. On the way to the Audreyden Hotel, Xu Qiao's mood was very peaceful, so peaceful that she once felt that she had been smoothed by the suffering of life.
It wasn't until she opened the door of the hotel suite and went to the closet to put her luggage that she realized that the edges and corners of a person will not be smoothed so easily.
She fixedly looked at the men's dark gray flannel suit in the closet, and took a deep breath of patience.
This was the day Li Dun opened a few days ago, Cheng Lang lent her an emergency coat without knowing that she was Xu Qiao.
She forgot to return it. And he's obviously not the type to ask women for things.
Originally, there were so many tokens of love, but after being rejected by him one after another, especially after being indiscriminately angry with him yesterday, this thing has become extremely eye-catching.
Xu Qiao picked up the suit angrily, and was about to stuff it into the trash can when she reined in.
Cheng Lang wouldn't know that she had thrown it away. Seeing that she hadn't returned it, he might have thought that she was so crazy that he even treasured a coat.
Not wanting to contact Cheng Lang, she took out Gao Rui's business card and sent a text message: "Gao Tezhu, please come and pick up Mr. Cheng's suit if you have time, and I will throw it away if you don't want it."
Gao Rui didn't reply right away, and even after more than an hour, the hotel's food delivery service had arrived, and the phone was still lying quietly on the side.
Xu Qiao had nowhere to vent her anger, looked at the table with no appetite, put it down after moving a few chopsticks, and sent Zhu Li a message with pursed mouth: "I'm in a bad mood, I want to go to Yujinfang for a drink."
Zhu Li: "Aren't you on your period?"
Xu Qiao: "It's okay to smell the wine."
Zhu Li: "I have a client who can't leave tonight, so you can find Cheng Lang."
Xu Qiao: "If I can drink with him, I'm still in a bad mood?"
Xu Qiao retracted a message.
Zhu Li: "I see. Have you been sated by him again?"
Xu Qiao: "Shut up, don't come down, I'll find someone else."
Zhu Li: "Who else can you find?"
Xu Qiao: "..."
Xu Qiao: "My popularity is not that bad! I also have a friend at the toll booth!"
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As if to prove that he is not a poor little boy whose father doesn't love his mother or love him, and who can't even be called a drinking buddy, Xu Qiao put his rhetoric into practice and invited Shi Hua to Yujinfang.
But when she really entered the bar and saw Shi Wei holding the drink list hesitantly and asking the waiter if there was any Jiuzhen juice, she regretted it again.
Different circles cannot be hard-wired, this old girl is really not someone who comes to this kind of place.
In the end, the wine bureau could only become the health preservation bureau. The two sat on a separate table facing the fruit plate, you have a piece of orange and I have a piece of pear, causing frequent glances from all directions.
Of course, the possibility that the same situation will occur even if Xu Qiao drinks normally is not ruled out.
After all, she has always been very eye-catching in this kind of situation.
When Xu Qiao rejected the invitation for the third cocktail, Shi Hua approached her and asked, "Are all those people your friends?"
Xu Qiao lowered her eyes, and was concentrating on fighting with a slippery little tomato that couldn't be poked into a stick: "It's just a familiar person to strike up a conversation with."
"It's just the two of us that night?"
"Who else is there? Do you want to meet my friend?" Xu Qiao glanced at her.
Shi Hua shook her head quickly: "I'm just curious, how are you and that Mr. Cheng doing?"
"How do you know his surname is Cheng?" Xu Qiao raised his eyebrows.
"Ah, last time the driver called him Mr. Cheng."
Oh, Xu Qiao remembered, when Cheng Lang picked her up from get off work, he asked the driver to take Shi Wei to the city by the way.
Xu Qiao gave up on the little tomato, and poked a banana hard: "Why mention that dog..."
"Dog thing!" A irascible middle-aged man obliquely in front suddenly cut off the second half of her sentence.
The drunken man slammed the wine bottle on the table with a "smack": "You brat, don't you just rely on the support of the old man behind you? Eleven years, I worked for them for eleven years, and in the end I was passed as a fart!" Already!"
He even scolded himself when he became so ruthless.
Xu Qiao felt happy, and was about to see who the hero was, but when she looked up, she saw the chubby man staggering to the bathroom.
She looked back regretfully and continued to eat the fruit. After a while, she heard the phone vibrate.
A number that looks familiar but is not saved.
Xu Qiao picked up the phone and recognized Gao Rui's voice amidst the noisy jazz music—"Miss Xu?"
"Oh," she nodded, "It turns out that Assistant Gao knows who I am."
Her tone contained the meaning of "You know who I am, but you still dare to hang out with me for more than two hours", and Gao Rui hurriedly apologized: "I'm really sorry, Ms. Xu, I'm working overtime at the company for a meeting, and I just finished ,you… "
Xu Qiao couldn't hear the words behind him clearly, so she got up and walked towards the bathroom, and asked at a quieter corner, "What did you say?"
"I asked where you are? Xiao Cheng always asked me to send someone to pick up the suit."
He also specially came to pick up a suit, and he really wanted to break it off with her clearly.
"The suit is in the hotel, and I'm in Yujinfang Muse," Xu Qiao sneered, "Hurry up, I'm very..."
Before the word "busy" was finished, Xu Qiao's eyes went dark, and a man who stumbled out of the corner hit him head-on.
She covered her forehead with a hiss and raised her eyes.
The man wobbled and stood up straight, his eyes seemed to be a little surprised when they fell on her face, his eyes flickered for a moment, then he came back to his senses and cursed: "Do you have long eyes? Why don't you apologize to me!"
This voice seemed to be that drunk man who was so ruthless that he scolded himself just now.
Xu Qiao was angry, but she didn't show her courage. Years of experience in the world told her that when she is alone and weak, when faced with the entanglement of drunks, she can take a step back to save the day, and rush forward to bloom.
So she smiled and said: "I'm sorry." Then she walked quickly towards the female guard, but she didn't want to bear it to this point, and she was still pulled by her hair by a strong force.
Gao Rui on the other end of the phone was startled when he heard Xu Qiao's scream: "Miss Xu? Miss Xu, are you okay?"
Fang Fanglang paused, stood in front of the main entrance of the group building, turned around and said, "What's wrong?"
"Miss Xu had a conflict with someone in Yujinfang, the other party's voice..." Gao Rui frowned, "It sounds a bit like Li Nianda..."
As he spoke, he hurried to Cheng Lang and turned on the phone speaker.
The sound of falling bottles and the chaotic screams of men and women came from the receiver one after another, and someone could vaguely hear saying, call an ambulance.
Cheng Lang's expression froze for a moment, and he took the phone from Gao Rui's hand: "Xu Qiao?"
He was answered by the beeping sound of the call being interrupted.
"Call the police." Cheng Lang threw the phone back to Gao Rui, turned around and opened the door to get in the car.
In the dark night, Pagani broke through the deep mist and drove towards Yujinfang like a lightning bolt.