Look good

The moment Qiao Xing saw the summary, he shuddered enormously, and his skin got goosebumps.

"Boss, after reading this comparison, we checked the time. You opened the studio when you lost contact with Mr. Wen. You must have been very disheartened before you turned your attention to work. Otherwise, why would you open a studio while you were in college, woo woo woo woo..."

"When you sold the villa in June, I remember that the studio also needed money. You must have worked hard during that time. I shouldn't blame you for being bad-tempered and stingy. It turns out that there are difficulties..."

"...Uh," looking at the emotional youngsters on the other side of the screen, Qiao Xing was silent for a while, and then said: "Well... I was only investing to make money..."

"Weibo said that the company was about to go bankrupt at that time, and you sold the villa to invest?!" The little employee said to him: "Duplicity!"

"I didn't know at the time!" Speaking of this, Qiao Xing also scratched the back of his head in wonder: "I can't live in the villa all by myself, and it costs 3000 yuan a month to clean it! The property fee costs [-] yuan! It's a big expense What! I just want to sell it and use it to buy stocks, money makes money, how wonderful!"

"Then why didn't you buy stocks?"

"I don't understand stocks!" Qiao Xing said, "After struggling for a long time, I saw that Wen Changrong's company wanted to raise funds. At that time, I thought... How could Wen Changrong's company lose money!"

"And then I voted!"

"..." The boys on the other side of the video looked at him again with teary eyes, as if to say, 'Boss, you love Mr. Wen blindly'.

"I made money later," Qiao Xing tried to explain: "I really made it! I made 400 million! Wen Changrong made a lot of money! Don't question his business ability!"

"Yes, yes," the boys nodded, "Boss, the person you love is very powerful."

"..." Qiao Xing: "Read more books, read less marketing accounts..."

"Boss, Miss Rabbit is not a marketing account, she is a personal blogger! Look at her name!"

"That's right, there are few things she picked up over the years that are wrong. It is said that she is the daughter of a certain group, and it is definitely not a marketing account..."

The cubs were chattering and crackling, Qiao Xing covered his poor ears with one hand, and slapped the table with the other hand.

"I see you are very free today, work overtime tonight!"

The people who had been huddled together in the video immediately dispersed and returned to their seats to work diligently.

"Humph."

Qiao Xingyao raised his chin in a mighty manner, thinking that he couldn't cure you.

The crowd dispersed, but the video was not turned off. Assistant Chen Qi was still on the computer screen, mouthing something to Qiao Xing.

Qiao Xing nodded, and Chen Qi entered the independent office with his laptop in his arms.

"If you still want to ask about what the marketing account wrote just now, you won't get a bonus this month." Before Chen Qi could sit down, Qiao Xing made a preemptive strike.

"..." Chen Qi, who had just sat down, was silent for a while, and finally gritted his teeth: "If you don't have it, then you don't have it!"

Qiao Xing raised his eyebrows: "What is there to ask, you didn't raise money back then..."

"Boss, Miss Rabbit said that your name wasn't there at the wedding, is that true?"

"..." I didn't expect Chen Qi to ask this, Qiao Xing paused before answering: "Yes?"

"Bar?"

"I didn't pay attention to it." Qiao Xing said, "I was too busy at the time."

"..." Chen Qi took a deep look at him over there: "Did you..."

Before the words finished, Qiao Xing's cell phone rang first, and Chen Qi on the other side of the video quickly hung up the video as soon as he heard the familiar ringtone.

"You talk on the phone first."

The video was turned off, Qiao Xing picked up the phone, and as expected, he saw the caller ID Wen Changrong.

Qiao Xing patted the crumbs of the melon seeds off his hands, and while thinking about why Wen Changrong was looking for him, he picked up the phone and called out the dedicated voice for business.

"gentlemen……"

"Come to Xiyuan Garden, I'm in the pavilion."

"Xiyuan... the garden?"

Hearing Qiao Xing's puzzled question, Wen Changrong seemed to have just remembered that Qiao Xing didn't know these places in the Wen family.

"It's just 200 meters across from the building you live in."

"Oh there." After saying this, Qiao Xing remembered.

"Ah."

"..." Qiao Xing hesitated for a while, and then asked: "You suddenly came to me, what's the matter? Could it be on Weibo?"

"No." Wen Changrong said, "...I have something for you."

"……so."

"Well, hang up."

"Goodbye sir."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Xing looked at the phone suspiciously, feeling that Wen Changrong's 'reward' came suddenly and unreasonably.

He stood up and looked at the garden in the distance through the window, and saw that there was indeed a figure in a shirt and black trousers in the small pavilion by the lake, so it must be Wen Changrong.

It's just that Wen Changrong still seemed to be holding a document in his hand. He obviously didn't sit down in the pavilion, but stood and flipped through the document in his hand from time to time, looking a little preoccupied.

Qiao Xing looked at it, then leaned down again, and leaned against the wall under the window secretly to think carefully whether he had made any mistakes recently.

……Maybe not.

And it seems that Wen Changrong came to reward him, after all, he said he was giving him something.

Qiao Xing looked up at the long Weibo on the computer screen, thought for a while, and took out his phone to send Lao Zhao a text message.

[Old Zhao, did you buy marketing for me? 】

After sending, he installed his mobile phone and went downstairs.

……

When Qiao Xing arrived in the garden, the document in Wen Changrong's hand disappeared, replaced by a black envelope with bronzing patterns, which looked like an invitation letter.

The man had already sat down, his expression calm as usual.

Wen Changrong seems to be serious by nature, his face rarely changes at any time, no matter where he sits down, his back is straight, as if a meeting is going to be held at any time.

"Sir." Qiao Xing smiled and waved to Wen Changrong.

"En." Wen Changrong nodded, "Sit down."

Qiao Xing went to the seat opposite the man and sat down.

Wen Changrong's eyes fell on him, and his gray pupils happened to reflect the sparkling lake surface behind Qiao Xing at noon, like some kind of cold metal refracting the shimmer, without any temperature, but it illuminated the gray color thoroughly, with a certain Unusual emotions.

"?" Qiao Xing was stared at for a few minutes, feeling a little inexplicable.

Wen Changrong's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

"???" Qiao Xing waited for a few seconds before he could say anything. Seeing Wen Changrong's lips closed again, he was even more inexplicable: "Sir?"

"...Tomorrow the Wen family will hold a large-scale family banquet, so you can come together." After speaking, Wen Changrong handed over the black-bottomed gold-plated envelope in his hand.

Wen's invitations are all designed by professional designers, and the paper and printing materials are all expensive. The letter Wen Changrong handed over is even more so. Qiao Xing even saw that the envelope was sealed with a small golden yellow Wen The family crest is buckled, and the surrounding patterns are slightly raised. Judging from the color and texture, it looks like it is made of real gold.

There is no difference between things like invitation letters, but there is still a difference for the extremely distinguished few.

The letter that Wen Changrong handed over now is for the extremely precious few people.

Over the years, Qiao Xing has only seen Wen Changrong hand over this kind of envelope to others, and never thought that he would receive it one day.

"..." Qiao Xing's eyes fell on the envelope, but he didn't take it right away.

The Wen family's large-scale family banquet is actually a large-scale social banquet for the outside world. All kinds of celebrities and tycoons will come. The only difference from ordinary business gatherings is that there is an inner court dedicated to the prestigious relatives of the Wen family. Guests of a certain status can take turns to say (tao), greet (jin) and call (hu).

In addition, there will be many celebrities and tycoons at the banquet, and it will also be an important place for socializing.

This kind of large-scale banquet usually sent out the invitation letter half a month to a month in advance, but now Wen Changrong only gave it to him the day before the banquet started, presumably it was a temporary idea.

Look at the 'Extreme VIP' envelope.

Ok……

Qiao Xing raised the corner of his mouth, looked at Wen Changrong and blinked playfully, as if he was joking.

"Can I not?"

Wen Changrong didn't buy his discharge, but asked, "Why not?"

"I don't have time to prepare the dress."

"I have it there."

"..." Qiao Xing couldn't think of a reason to shirk for a moment.

"This is a good place to expand interpersonal relationships. I don't need to emphasize this point. I have been teaching you for seven years." Wen Changrong said patiently: "Although you can't starve to death by relying on that studio, you want to make a fortune It’s still too far away.”

"……Um."

"Come with the ring on then."

"..." Qiao Xing was suddenly terrified.

Wen Changrong actually asked him to wear a ring?

Did something go wrong?

It was a business banquet facing outsiders. There were countless people at the banquet, and Wen Changrong asked him to come wearing a ring. Isn't this tm... isn't it equivalent to admitting his identity in front of everyone?

what the hell.

Qiao Xing said, "But don't we all have to leave..."

Before the word of marriage was spoken, a familiar sports car stopped at the entrance of the pavilion.

As soon as he saw the Maserati logo, Qiao Xing immediately jumped up from his seat and stood in a small corner, ready to jump into the lake to escape at any time. Wen Changrong paused with his fingers, but his face remained expressionless.

The Maserati door slammed open, Shen Qinlan angrily got out of the car, looked at Wen Changrong and shouted.

"Didn't you say you went out to work?!"

"If you have something to do, come here first."

"Your job is to send him an invitation letter?!"

"Ah."

"Okay, you..." Shen Qinlan sneered, "Are you fucking sick, Wen Changrong?"

"Why are you sick?"

"You clearly know how important this banquet is to me. If you take him there, then what am I?!" Shen Qin said sharply: "You fucking said you worked overtime all night yesterday, I think you are fucking ..."

"I did work all night last night." Wen Changrong said, "You asked me once this morning when I went back to bed. There are surveillance cameras in the corridor of the study. Do you want to see it?"

"You still have the nerve to mention surveillance?" Shen Qinlan laughed back angrily: "Why did I see that Qiao Xing, the surveillance supervisor, entered your study twice in the middle of the night last night? The time of each stay was not short?!"

"Have you really watched the surveillance? What can you do with that little time?" Wen Changrong said, "I explained it this morning. If I was having an affair, who would do the work?"

"How the hell do I know? Anyone who can achieve your position will leave the work to his subordinates. You are so damn good, you are busy with work every day! I am not as busy as the boss of any fucking company!"

"..."

"Isn't it just a multi-million dollar project?! What are millions of dollars to you?! It's a fart! This fart is worth your staying up all night?!"

"..."

"I think it's the wrong time for me to make a mistake. It just happened to let you find a reason to prevaricate me to have an affair, right?!"

"..." Wen Changrong pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.

Qiao Xing glanced at the cold expression on the man's face, and silently stood a little further away.

"I didn't have an affair." Wen Changrong said: "After you came back, I only had sex with him on the day we quarreled. You know my style. If I did it with him, you ask, I will not deny it."

"...Forget it." Shen Qinlan didn't seem to listen.

The young man's eyes were red, and he almost gritted his teeth and asked: "I only ask you, if you want him to wear a ring to attend the banquet, then what am I?"

"..." Wen Changrong didn't speak, but raised his eyes, his gray eyes silently stared at the young man opposite him.

I don't know if it's because of the angle, Qiao Xing looked over, and saw that the man's gray eyes, which seemed to have no warmth at all, were a little darker now, as if they were getting colder.

After a while, Wen Changrong said, "Although it was mostly a business banquet, there were still relatives from the Wen family at the banquet..."

"Forget it." Shen Qinlan interrupted the man.

This time the young man's voice was quieter, but his chest heaved violently, obviously, he was very angry.

"Wen Changrong, are you trying to get revenge on me these days?"

"..."

"Promise me to divorce, and let Qiao Xing live in the house. You used to indulge me unconditionally in everything I did, but now you take the initiative to talk to me because of Qiao Xing, and let me not hurt him again. Okay, I agree, even if you have sex. I endured it all, but now?"

"..."

"Wen Changrong..." Shen Qinlan pulled the corners of his mouth, showing a smile uglier than crying: "You have been lying to me all this time, right?"

"Have you always resented me for leaving you alone at the wedding four years ago?"