Slightly sweet when I first heard it

Now a batch of new products suddenly appeared, and the fool knew what was going on.

Mr. Wu thinks that this "exchange of shell" is different from the traditional one.

His reason is that these headphones are not yet on the market, they just change the new packaging.This is normal business behavior and has nothing to do with the bottom line of morality.

The two insisted on their own opinions, and went to Wen Qingyin to make a verdict.

Wen Qingyin had plans in mind, but she pretended to think carefully and kicked him out of the office.

Shu Jiyuan closed the office door and asked her, "What do you want to do?"

Wen Qingyin sighed, "'Change the shell' is the solution with the lowest cost. But I offended Mr. He, and he will definitely not accept this business."

"It's so troublesome"

Seeing her frowning, Shu Jiyuan changed the subject: "The mine you planted exploded."

"What, what, what!"

Wen Qingyin took out her mobile phone, and the headlines read:

A construction unit in the western suburbs discovered an ancient tomb, and the government organized a rescue excavation.

Did Wen Qingyin feel refreshed? He was full of joy: "Look at this incident, good people are rewarded with good rewards."

She sent a big red envelope to Shu Jiyuan, "Go back and buy some delicious food for senior brother."

Things started two years ago.

My brother's friend is a doctor of agronomy, and he studied a batch of oranges with high sweetness.Suffering from lack of research funding, Yu complained to his brother in front of the Malatang booth one night.

When the brother tasted the finished product, it was really sweet.

Naturally, you have to find a foodie to deal with the foodie.So they showed up in Xiao Wendong's office together with a half-pulled orange.

Xiao Wendong was used to background checks before investing, and when chatting with the doctor, he talked about the selection of orange land.

The doctor's house is in the western suburbs, and there is a lot of wasteland. Wen Qingyin wondered why he didn't grow oranges there.

The doctor said that the old people of his grandmother's generation said that there seemed to be a big tomb in their area.

Although no one has any evidence, if the legend is true, the tomb of Huihui is found, and his orange tree is pulled up, his graduation thesis will be finished.

Wen Qingyin didn't take this news seriously at the time, until a few months later, when the land in the western suburbs was auctioned, the Cui family also participated in the bidding.

By the way, those oranges were finally planted in Wen Qingyin's farmhouse base.

"I just said, the fate of this family is really bad."

Wen Qingyin liked this news so much that she wanted to frame it and stick it on her desk.

"It's okay to gossip online, it's time to learn from others to speculate on land."

Thinking of the Cui family's loss, Wen Qingyin was very happy, and no longer felt that it was a waste of time to act with this family.

When Wen Qingyin was happy, Yan Jinghuai met an unexpected visitor at the gate of the 'Xinmingcui' community.

Yan Jinghuai often drives his aunt's Volvo recently.

After all, it is marital property, and the evidence is hard to find. [-]% of the uncle's car money will not come back.My aunt was very guilty and planned to write an IOU to Yan Jinghuai, but Yan Jinghuai could not ask for it.

Because neither of the two girls in the family could drive, he simply drove the car away to pay off the debt.

Another important reason is that Wen Qingyin's car is too deep, and he is afraid of being scratched when he sits in it. He feels a lot of pressure, so it is better to drive the Volvo without worry.

He has a good attitude, he drives a half-new car into and out of the most expensive neighborhood in the city, he is not guilty at all, and he can even joke a few words with the security guy at the door.

Today he went home as usual, and there was a big car at the gate of the community.

The people in the car saw his car and laughed and said, "What's the matter, the cleaner can go through the gate too."

The voice sounded familiar, Yan Jinghuai turned around and saw that it was his wife's ex-fiancé.

Cui Jie also saw Yan Jinghuai.His face immediately changed, and he was about to get out of the car, but the security guy had already let Yan Jinghuai in.

Cui Jie's face became even uglier.

He had been waiting at the door for an hour, but the security guard insisted that he could not let him go without the owner's notice.

Yan Jinghuai was very hospitable. After entering the community, he got out of the car to say hello to Cui Jie.

He took out the character of a good boy and pretended to be an ignorant and innocent tea-flavored white lotus:

"My God, Mr. Cui, what a coincidence, I met you at the door of our house. Are you here to see your friends? Why don't you come in?"

Cui Jie was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and yelled: "The land in the western suburbs, did Wen Qingyin do something wrong!"

Yan Jinghuai had heard the news on the car radio, but he didn't think of Cui Jie at that time, he just thought that His Majesty the princess was lucky.

Looking at it now, I'm afraid this is the 'big baby' that Wen Qingyin said.

Although he knew it in his heart, Yan Jinghuai still pretended to be innocent: "What are you talking about, how can we Xiaowen Dong take such trivial matters to heart."

"You fucking, you two bitches!"

Cui Jie wanted to rush in to beat someone, but was blocked by the iron fence.

He yelled at the doorman brother, "I'm here to find him! Damn Wen Qingyin dared to extort money from my family and let me in. I want to ask her for clarification!"

Yan Jinghuai was dissatisfied, "Mr. Cui, you can't say that. The land is what you want to shoot, and it has nothing to do with Xiao Wendong."

He told the doorman, "I only met him once, so I'm not familiar with him."

After speaking, he got into the car and walked away.

When Wen Qingyin came back in the evening, he told Wen Qingyin about it.

Wen Qingyin was worried enough, she didn't take it to heart at all.

She told Yan Jinghuai what happened at the headphone factory today:

"In this situation, high-end headphones are obviously thankless. I am a little hesitant whether to turn off this line and completely transform mid-range headphones."

Yan Jinghuai was chopping vegetables, and motioned for her to roll up his left sleeve for him.

Wen Qingyin went around to his left, and asked while pulling, "Where's the other one?"

He has a scar on his right wrist.

"No need." Yan Jinghuai brought the topic back to the headset: "Your company is the only company in China that produces 'reference-level' products. Do you really want to let this market out?"

"If you abandon this market, foreign products will be added immediately."

"And, although there is a large demand for mid-range products, there are still consumers like me who only listen to CDs and Walkmans."

Wen Qingyin agreed, "That's right, after so many years of thankless work, the company has not closed down, which means there is still a market."

Yan Jinghuai shook his head with a smile, "So, you don't want to give up high-end headphones at all."

"You're just trying to give yourself a reason to keep going."

Wen Qingyin was a little annoyed after showing him his thoughts.

She said: "Don't talk about me, tell me about yourself. How is your debut song preparation going? I heard that you have been very popular recently. Do you want to strike while the iron is hot?"

Speaking of the debut song, Yan Jinghuai hesitated for a moment, and said in a casual tone, "I was just about to tell you about this."

"Do you have a video camera, let me use it."

"Maybe I haven't stood on stage for too long, and I'm not very used to the camera."

"I need to practice more."

As the old saying goes, don't test the bottom line of human beings, because human beings have no bottom line.

Ever since Wen Qingyin found out that Yan Jinghuai's camera had a remote monitoring function, she couldn't help but be distracted.

Taking advantage of Shu Jiyuan's absence, she asked 'Jian Jian': "How about we watch Yan Jinghuai dance?"

The innocent artificial intelligence does not understand the evil of human beings, and replied in a child's voice: "Okay."

"Detect 'whale dancing' videos for you now."

Wen Qingyin rolled her eyes: "Shut up, you, and turn on the monitoring function for me."

The righteous artificial intelligence immediately popularized the law for the evil human beings, saying that peeping is illegal.

The evil humans became furious, cut off the power of the little artificial intelligence, and pressed the evil switch with their own hands.

People are my people, things are my things, let me see what's going on.

Evil humans tell themselves so.

This is a dance classroom surrounded by mirrors.Yan Jinghuai practiced dancing seriously, but didn't notice that one of the cameras flashed an evil little red dot.

When he picked up the microphone, he had a special temperament, fierce and free and easy, very oppressive, and sexy.

We must let him stand on the stage. This kind of person is not seen by everyone, which is a loss in the history of human aesthetics!
Wen Qingyin rested her chin on both hands, watching very intently.

She was planning to spend money on the stage for Yan Jinghuai, when Yan Jinghuai suddenly turned around and rushed into the bathroom.

The bathroom is not within the scope of the camera, Wen Qingyin can only hear his vomiting.

Through the reflection of the mirror, she saw that there were actually eight sets of photography equipment opposite Yan Jinghuai.

Mobile phone, video camera, sports camera, eight dark lenses surrounded Yan Jinghuai in the middle.

It's not like he's getting used to the camera, he's abusing himself.

At this moment, Yan Jinghuai came out of the bathroom.

He had washed his face, black hair stuck to his face, and his face was paler than usual.

He rolled up both sleeves, Wen Qingyin opened his eyes unconsciously.

She just remembered that this was the first time she saw Yan Jinghuai showing her right arm.

His right arm is as beautiful as the left, the difference is that there are many scars on his right forearm.

Deep, long, monster-like lurking on his body.

It couldn't have been scratched by a cat.

That night, when Wen Qingyin went to pick up Yan Jinghuai, he met Zhou Hesong in the corridor.

Wen Qingyin knew that he was out of his mind, so he was a good target for clichés.

She intentionally chatted with him: "Does your cat need a cock?"

Zhou Hesong's lower body felt cold, and he said angrily, "The cat is doing well on its own, so why bother you!"

Wen Qingyin was dissatisfied, "Didn't you see that those cats scratched Brother Jing Huai's arm, it was scary. I will go and suck their balls to avenge Brother Jing Huai."

Zhou Hesong was at a loss, "I can't, my brother Jinghuai is very fond of cats, those stray cats are very fond of him. Besides, he and my uncle are busy recently, I feed the cats, how can he have time to scratch them?" gone."

Wen Qingyin said: "Don't quibble, I can see the right arm."

Zhou Hesong understood it as soon as he heard it.

He was dissatisfied with Wen Qingyin's framing of the little cat: "You figure it out, my brother Jinghuai's arm is—"

"Song Song."

The truth was right in front of my eyes, but was interrupted.Chen Xu appeared out of nowhere and said to Zhou Hesong, "Nana is looking for you."

Zhou Hesong was puzzled, "Why are you looking for me, I just came out of my old uncle's place."

Chen Xu was so worried about this silly boy, he went straight to him, and turned him in the direction: "Anyway, he is looking for you!"

When the people left, Chen Xu became serious: "Xiao Wendong, what's the point of bullying silly children."

The place where Yan Jinghuai dances is a dance classroom, opened by his friend, and he borrows it during the day when no one is in class.

Chen Xu took Wen Qingyin to the rest area:

"You look much younger. But you're the head of the 'Mn' lab, aren't you?"