Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 287 Song Rin was humiliated, confessed under the moon

   Next, to the answer.

  Shen Yu got one question wrong, and Miao Miao got five questions wrong.

   "Oh! Mr. Shen, why are you so powerful?" Miao Miao looked adoring, "Please accept my knee."

   It takes less time to use than her, and the accuracy rate is higher than her.

   "I've read the question before, and it's not surprising that I did it quickly, but you." Shen Wei glanced at Miao Miao, smiling, "The speed is fast, and the accuracy rate is not bad."

  Miao Miao who was praised: "Hey..." Kai Sen!

  In the process of correcting mistakes, the two not only analyzed the answers, but also expanded and consolidated the relevant knowledge points involved in the question stem.

  By the end of the afternoon, all knowledge related to economic law has been acquired.

  Shen Wei: "Do another set of exercises tomorrow, and then start the next part—International Economics and Trade, remember to bring books."

  Miao Miao: "Okay!" I'm going to stay up late to preview again tonight...

  To be honest, studying with Shen Yu, Miao Miao felt more tired than in the third year of high school, but the sense of fulfillment was unprecedented.

  First of all, Shen Wei absorbs knowledge at an unimaginable speed. You can almost memorize everything after reading it once, and you can integrate it the second time. You have to be focused and focused to barely keep up with her.

  Secondly, Shen Yu likes to extend knowledge points, draw inferences from one example, if the scope of coverage is not wide, it is difficult to understand what she is talking about. This requires that in addition to study time, you must expand your knowledge by yourself, from current affairs news to economics works, the more the better.

   Miao Miao's ability to reach the current level is already the result of day and night hard work. At present, it is not enough, and she needs to work harder!

  Leaving the coffee shop, Shen Yu drove Miao Miao home.

  Just turning the road back to the old house, the familiar black Mercedes-Benz appeared in the field of vision.

Ding!

   There was a WeChat message coming in, Shen Yu glanced at it, two words, succinct and to the point—

   "Stop."

  She pulled over and stopped, and the Mercedes-Benz also braked.

  Quan Hanting got out of the car, stepped forward, and naturally stretched out his hand to wrap her shoulders, as if he had done it a million times, as it should be.

   "You're still addicted, aren't you?" Shen Wei had no choice but to push him, but she couldn't push him away, so she had to give up.

   "Master is willing. Let's go to eat." As he said, he changed his shoulders to hold hands, and dragged her into the car.

   "Where to eat? What about your car?"

   Facts have proved that Shen Yu's worries are completely unnecessary. As soon as Quan Hanting got on her little Martha, someone drove away the Mercedes-Benz parked on the side of the road.

  At this moment, Shen Yu was sitting in the co-pilot, and turned to look at Quan Hanting: "What do you eat?"

   "Good food."

   "Mystery..."

  The man smiled lightly and remained silent.

  …

  Juchun Garden, Xuanzi No. 1 private room.

  Song Rin looked down at his watch for the nth time, his brows clenched together, revealing a bit of unbearable anxiety.

  The man in a suit and leather shoes slapped the table and stood up: "Wait no more! Let's go—"

  As soon as these words came out, several other people stood up one after another.

"Mr. Zhang, please be safe!" Song Rin got up and said to comfort me: "Mr. Ma has already talked to me on the phone. He has something to do, so he will be late for about a quarter of an hour. I don't think you will mind the tens of millions of business Can you be more patient?"

The man didn't like this, and sneered: "If you can do it, it's called a business. At present, the horoscope has not been written yet, why should we have seven or eight people to wait for him to move forward? Mr. Song, are you here to discuss cooperation? Or come to be a grandson?"

  Song Rin's face darkened suddenly, "Zhang Dong, I respect you as an elder, but an elder should also behave like an elder. Please watch your words and deeds in public!"

"Heh... I am sitting here today, not as an elder to gossip about family affairs. As a representative of the board of directors, I am only responsible for checking and accepting the results of project consultations, not cleaning up the mess. Ma Qianqian failed to arrive in time and asked everyone to wait. Regardless of whether the other party is right or wrong, ask yourself, are you not at fault at all?"

  Song Lin was dumbfounded for a moment.

Zhang Dong snorted coldly: "As you said, this is a big project worth tens of millions, but benefits and risks often come with it. Before the contract is formally signed, the other party may go back on their word at any time. In this case, why not send a The prudent person is responsible for picking up and dropping off? Because of your lack of thoroughness, the other party has an excuse to delay, Song Rin, do you still want to shirk responsibility? "

   "..."

  The audience was silent and silent.

  Song Rin gritted his teeth and tried his best to calm down, but the other party's blatant and merciless humiliation still made him extremely embarrassed, and moved his lips: "Uncle Zhang..."

   "Mr. Ma is here!" Just then, someone shouted.

  Following the sound of the door opening, Ma Qianqian stepped in with his assistant, wearing a casual POLO shirt wrapped around his chubby upper body, smiling like a good old man, as happy as a Maitreya Buddha.

   "Hey! What's the matter? Why are you standing? Mr. Song?"

  Song Rin adjusted his expression, greeted him like a spring breeze, and shook hands with him: "Mr. Ma, you are here! Please take a seat—"

  Ma Xiangqian was not polite, walked to the seat specially reserved for him, and greeted: "Don't just look at me alone, everyone sit down!"

  The crowd who were clamoring to leave turned their questioning eyes to Zhang Dong, who nodded slightly, and everyone sat back.

  Song Lin deliberated and took out the prepared contract: "Mr. Ma, the plan we discussed before..."

   "Hey!" Ma Qiang raised his hand to interrupt, and picked up his chopsticks instead, "I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting, are you hungry? It's time for dinner, don't talk about business, everyone don't need to be so nervous, eat vegetables, eat vegetables..."

  Song Lin's heart skipped a beat, and meeting Zhang Dong's clear eyes, he suddenly understood the true meaning of the phrase "Profit and risk go hand in hand...the other party may go back on his word at any time".

   Ma Qianqian not only hangs him, but also plans to hang everyone present!

  Song Rin's complexion changed several times.

   On the contrary, Zhang Dong smiled generously, and opened up the atmosphere in time: "I heard that Ma is always from Fujian? Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, Zhang Xiangqi, one of the directors of MT Finance."

   Ma Xiangqian pretended to be in a daze, "It turned out to be Mr. Zhang. It was a pleasure to meet him. That's right, my ancestral home is Fuzhou, and I went out for a living when I was an adult. Thinking about it, I haven't been back for many years."

   "Fuzhou? That's just right. This Juchunyuan restaurant specializes in southern Fujian cuisine, especially this Buddha jumping over the wall, which is quite delicious."

  The horse looked forward and saw that Zhang Dong had opened the jar of Shaoxing wine, and a thick and rich meaty aroma rushed to his face. His eyes lit up: "It's really a Buddha jumping over the wall!"

   "Taste?"

  Ma Xiangqian couldn't wait to move his chopsticks, took a sip, and nodded repeatedly: "This taste-authentic!"

   Zhang Dong filled the wine glasses for the two of them: "Come on, I respect Mr. Ma for today's acquaintance."

  Ma Xiang never refuses anyone who comes, he himself likes to have a drink or two, you know, China's "wine table culture" is extensive and profound.

   And Zhang Dong is also well versed in it.

  Two old fritters in the business field, one cup after another, the atmosphere is more lively than when I ate alone with Song Rin before.

  Song Rin is not stupid, and soon figured out what her problem was.

  He has been dealing with Ma Qianqian with the style of industry elites and businessmen chasing profits, but he doesn't know that the other party actually values ​​"human relationship maintenance" more than the profits that the cooperation project itself can bring.

   To put it bluntly, it is the old-fashioned "talking about business over a wine table and signing a contract vaguely".

   One meal was eaten for a full hour.

  During the period, Ma Xiangqian never talked about the contract. He just ate and drank, and chatted with Zhang Dong by the way.

  Song Rin knew she had made a mistake, so she stopped acting rashly.

   But also caring about harmony and happiness.

  Satisfied with food and drink, Ma Xiangqian was supported by his assistant, and left drunkenly. Song Lin and Zhang Qixiang sent him to the elevator.

   "Stay back, both of you! Hiccup... Next time my old horse is the host, I will definitely please, come back to you!"

   "Be careful, Mr. Ma!" The assistant reminded him as he carried him into the elevator.

  The moment the metal door closed, the meal was officially over.

   "Mr. Song, do you know how to talk about business?" Zhang Qixiang smiled lightly.

  Song Rin gritted his teeth and said every word, "I have benefited a lot."

"That's good. It's not in vain for me to make this trip. Although the nine sons of the dragon are different, compared with Agan, you are more than one star and a half behind. Lao Song is so confused that he entrusted such an important project to you Responsible for...heh..."

   After speaking, he laughed at himself and left with the rest of the people.

  Song Rin stood where he was, clenched his fist suddenly, his arm was bruised, "Immortal..."

   "Heh!" A sneer came from diagonally behind.

  Song Rin turned around following the sound, and the next second, his pupils suddenly constricted.

   It was such a coincidence that Song Qian, the son of the Song family's main wife and the current president of MT Finance, also happened to invite a client to have dinner in Juchun Garden.

  After drinking for three rounds, the contract was signed, and the other party insisted on pestering him to fight for the drink, but Song Qian couldn't shirk it, so he drank two cups reluctantly, then used the excuse to go to the bathroom, and took the opportunity to sneak away.

  But he didn't want to, just stepped out of the door of the private room, he ran into Zhang Dong and his party, and his good brother who was arrogant and arrogant, and happened to listen to the conversation between the two thoroughly. Among them, he is also mentioned...

   As for the "old and immortal", Song Rin's pronunciation was not obvious, but it still couldn't escape Song Qian's ears.

   "Didn't Dad teach you to respect the old and love the young?"

  Song Rin recovered from her initial surprise, and twitched the corner of her mouth mockingly, "Is elder brother teaching me?"

   "Can't I teach you a lesson?" Song Qian asked back.

   "An illegitimate child, don't bother me." Song Rin's eyes were full of gloom, like a mass of dark clouds, which couldn't be blown away by strong winds, and couldn't be dispelled by light.

"Uncle Zhang is the first batch of veterans who followed Dad to fight the world. I warn you to keep your mouth clean!" There are vague similarities between Song Qian and Song Rin's eyebrows, but Song Qian is less gloomy and more gloomy. He is very bright and open, which makes his whole temperament completely different. Even if he looked a little angry at the moment, it wouldn't make people feel shocked, but instead had an inexplicable majesty.

  This is a child who grew up in the sun, has an orthodox blood and an orthodox identity, and will develop a sense of righteousness.

   And these are exactly what Song Rin strongly desires, but can't ask for.

  He is not angry, he is jealous, so the hatred is hard to quell.

   "Uncle Zhang?" Song Rin thought of what Zhang Qixiang said when he was embarrassing him in public in the private room, sneered into his eyes, and said coldly: "Then he has to admit it."

   Song Qian frowned.

   "Since my uncle is not like an uncle, why should I give him the corresponding respect? Oh, I almost forgot, that is not my uncle, but your uncle. No wonder you will help him out."

   "Song Rin, your surname is Song like mine!" The implication is to distinguish who is the family, so there is no need to say these sour words to punish him!

   "Huh..." Song?

   "If possible, I would like to change my last name."

Since some people are shameless, Song Qian no longer tolerates it. "There is a very interesting idiom called—to be bound by a cocoon. It will completely separate you and me, and even your relationship with the Song family. Even if you think about it, reality will let you know how difficult it is." And retreat."

   "Really?" He smiled disapprovingly.

  Song Qian stepped closer and lowered his voice: "If it wasn't for me to let go, do you think the Jufeng Group's project fell on you so easily? Before this, Dad specifically discussed it with me, do you know?"

  Song Rin froze all over.

"Oh, you probably don't know by looking at your expression." Song Qian shook his head, his eyes showing pity, "Believe it or not, as long as I say 'no', you can't even reach the edge of this project. I can't touch it! I cared about the little bit of brotherhood and let Dad decide for himself, which gave you the capital to be arrogant in front of me now! But in fact—”

   "You, Song Rin, Zhen Zhixizhi's chance to stand up is just a gift of my kindness for a while. I thought I picked up the treasure, but never thought that it was me throwing away unnecessary garbage."

  Compared with a poisonous tongue, Song Qian did not lose to anyone.

  The whole paragraph does not contain a single dirty word, but it is as sharp as a needle, piercing the heart every sentence.

  As the saying goes, the enemy knows you best.

  Song Qian has been fighting with him for these years, and he has already figured out where Song Rin's seven inches are, and knows what to do to make him suffer to the extreme.

   "Shut up! Brotherly love? Heh... There is no one here, so you don't have to put on that hypocritical face. The person who is the least qualified to say these four words in the whole world is you!"

  Song Qian was unmoved, and looked at him with a deadly calm look. If Song Rin was a little more careful, he could see the disappointment in those eyes.

  Unfortunately, he is not only blind, but also blind in heart.

  Song Qian: "Your background is not my fault, nor is it my mother's fault. It's not an excuse to be miserable, you should take care of yourself."

  In the early years, when Song Rin was brought home by his father, Song Qian admitted that he was dissatisfied, but he quickly accepted the fact.

  As the two of them grew older, they gradually gained the responsibility and tolerance of men, but Song Qian somewhat understood the situation and mood of this younger brother.

  Although there is no overflowing sympathy, but in some matters, I still turn a blind eye and close one eye, and choose to be tolerant. For example, he could have taken over the Jufeng Group's project this time to do it himself, but in the end he gave Song Rin a chance.

  He didn't believe that Song Rin would miss this level, and Song Qian didn't expect this gloomy younger brother to be grateful, but he didn't treat him like an enemy!

  Even if I had expected it, I couldn't stop the chills in my heart.

   If this continues, Song Rin's road will only get narrower and narrower, and eventually he will face the cliff directly, with no way to retreat!

  Song Qian wanted to save him, but he was powerless.

   That's all, each has his own destiny, it all depends on his own creation...

  Song Lin couldn't understand the complexities in the other party's eyes, and didn't bother to explore, "Then I also advise you, brother: there is still a long way to go, let's wait and see."

   Just when the elevator arrived, Song Rin sneered and carried it inside.

  Song Qian shook his head in a self-deprecating manner. It seems that he didn't listen at all... Forget it...

   No longer thinking about it, the man turned around and returned to the private room. Naturally, another round of being poured was inevitable, but this time, he took the initiative a lot.

   "Mr. Song, drink well!"

   "Come on, fill it up, don't go home tonight if you don't get drunk!"

"Ha ha…"

Not long after Song Qian entered, a slender figure came out from the corner, and subconsciously shook off the water droplets on his hand, only to realize that he had stood for too long, watching a good show of brothers fighting against the wall, and the water had evaporated long ago. without a trace.

  Shen Wei walked to Tianzi No. 1 room, pushed the door open and entered.

   Quan Hanting smiled and waved to her: "Come here, sit here."

  Shen Yuyi said.

   "If you don't come back, the dishes will be cold." As she said, she carefully handed the chopsticks to her hand.

"Thanks."

   "Try the Buddha jumping over the wall here, the taste is quite authentic."

  As soon as the jar was opened, the strong smell of meat tenaciously penetrated into the nostrils, and Shen Hou's entire face lit up.

  Buddha Tiaoqiang, also known as Mantanxiang and Fushouquan, belongs to Fujian cuisine.

   It is said that the process of this delicacy is cumbersome, and there are more than a dozen raw materials.

Shen Yu looked through it specially, and all she knew were sea cucumber, abalone, shark's fin, scallop, pigeon egg, duck treasure, fish maw, fish maw, scallop, pigeon, ribs, ham, pork belly, sheep elbow, hoof tip, tendon , chicken gizzards, duck gizzards, mushrooms, bamboo shoots.

   Not to mention there are still many unknown.

   All of these are mixed together and piled up in a wine jar. For her who likes meat and meat, it shouldn't be too tempting!

  So, the rest of the whole process can only see her digging her head into hard work, sweating profusely, with a satisfied expression on her face.

  In addition to eating by himself, Quan Hanting is also responsible for helping her with food.

  The two of them started talking and chatting when they were six or seven minutes full—

"how is the taste?"

   "There is quite a lot of meat." This is Shen Wei's answer.

  The man couldn't laugh or cry: "If one day I let you only eat green vegetables, wouldn't you be crying stupid?"

  Shen Wei thought for a while, and answered him seriously: "First of all, I am not picky eaters, I can eat both vegetables and meat, but the taste of meat is better, so I prefer it."

   is also just a "comparison" like. Shen Wei is very clear about what her body needs. What she eats is for one purpose, that is to strengthen her body, and try her best to prevent herself from being as sick as she was in her previous life. Therefore, even if she doesn't like or particularly unpalatable food , as long as it is useful to her body, she will stuff it into her mouth without hesitation, and then force herself to swallow it.

   It seems that no matter how unpalatable it is, it is not so unpalatable.

   "Secondly, green vegetables are as good as green vegetables, and I don't dislike them."

   "In the end, I won't cry, let alone cry over such trivial things."

  One two three, clear and well-organized.

  Quan Hanting simply loves her serious appearance, wants to cuddle, hug, and kiss.

  …

   After the two finished eating, they left the restaurant.

  The night wind blows on the face, sending a few refreshing coolness.

  Quan Hanting opened and closed his palm several times, hesitating and daring not to hold Shen Yu's hand.

  Finally, he gritted his teeth hard and grabbed him.

   "Hiss—" Shen Wei gasped, this man can be pulled whenever he wants, why is he like a bull, only acting stupid? It hurt the back of her hand!

  Quan Hanting obviously realized that she was using too much force, so she immediately slowed down, but she never let go of her hand.

   "婠婠, 婠婠..."

   "Are you a soul?" She couldn't help laughing.

  The man leaned close to Shen Yu's neck, and his breath sprayed on her tender skin, with a feeling of hotness and dampness, "When did you agree to be my girlfriend? Huh?"

  The ending sound is light, rising into a tune, with an inexplicable **** and bewitching.

  The poignant night, the high hanging moon, the dim and hazy street lights, the man who is three points more delicate than a demon...

  Shen Yufu turned his head to one side, and what he saw was such a beautiful scenery.

   It would be a lie to say that you are not moved.

  After the heartbeat, comes the return of reason.

  Quan Hanting clearly saw the fleeting wavering in her eyes, but in an instant, it returned to an unshakable coldness.

   "You like me," he said.

  The man illuminated by the street lamp has focused and sincere eyes, and a firm and stubborn expression.

   After a long while, when Quan Hanting thought that she would not respond, or denied it with silence, Shen Wei spoke softly—

"yes."

  She likes him.

  Who doesn't like a man who has good looks, good figure, power in his hands, covers the sky with one hand, is considerate to himself, is safe in everything, and does not hesitate to lower his figure and pursue hard?

  Shen Yu is not a monolith, nor is she a stone wall. She has a heart, a heart, a throbbing heart, and a feeling that cannot be restrained.

  However, her calmness prevailed.

  So, before the man could be overjoyed, he was beaten back to his original form by the woman's next words—

"But to me, liking is just a small part of my life, so small that it can be ignored, or even completely discarded. Quan Hanting—" This is the first time she called out his name in such a solemn tone , sounds good, but the man is not happy at all.

   "I can't give you much, it's not proportional to what you give..."

   "I don't care!" He said hastily.

  Shen Wei shook his head, "Listen to me first. This kind of unequal treatment is not only cruel to you, but also a torture to me."

   "Torture?"

   "Yes. You are such a good person, you shouldn't be treated unfairly, and I can't bear to see you suffer from this."

   Rounding up to 6,000 words, everyone has a good time reading the text, and the relationship line will soon break the ice~

  (end of this chapter)