Hometown Chang'an

Chapter 04 Don't Ask ([-])

"Brother Ye, are you hungry?"

Tang Ye looked up to see Lin Xiangdi parked the car at the gate of No. [-] Middle School, and helped his forehead.

"Lin Xiangdi, I really admire you." Tang Ye knocked on the window of the car, "Just drive your Mercedes-Benz big G and poke at the school gate, and the police officer of the socialist public school will come out to find you soon Talked."

Lin Xiangdi took a look, and the security uncle seemed to be looking in this direction. Seeing this posture, Lin Xiangdi immediately stepped on the gas pedal to leave.Just kidding, you brother Lin is not afraid of anything, but the head teacher and the security uncle in school, who climbed over the wall to go to the Internet cafe, I don’t know how many times he was caught.

"Hey, I don't want to eat breakfast." Tang Ye teased Lin Xiangdi with a smile.

"Come on, that big security guard has a fierce look on his face, I'm afraid he's a veteran again." Lin Xiangdi stepped up the accelerator and fled.

"Okay, take your time. I don't want to eat breakfast, we artists don't eat breakfast." Tang Ye then looked down at the basic information of the contemporary art museum sent by his assistant, "But you are not afraid that I will sue your boss , made me hungry."

"Hmph, if you can talk to him, he must be very happy. I don't care if you are both happy."

"...Lin Xiangdi, tell me about it."

"Huh? Say what?"

"What happened to him after I left."

On the road afterwards, Lin Xiangdi told about Jiang Chi's changes after Tang Ye left.

During the nearly three-month summer vacation after graduating from high school, Jiang Chi disappeared, and then Jiang Chi changed a lot.When he was a sophomore, Jiang Chi had actually taken over Spark Games.The Spark game was a graduation gift from Jiang Chi's mother.Luo Wenwan originally wanted to set up a subsidiary company under his son's name, but Jiang Chi was unwilling. He insisted that his mother register a new game company.A professional management team was hired, and within a year, the company launched one or two small games, but luckily it did not go bankrupt.

After Jiang Chi took over Xinghuo, he launched two or three high-quality ancient-style mobile games one after another. Jiang Chi focused on R&D and promotion. After Lin Xiangdi joined after graduating from university, he successfully listed Xinghuo and officially changed its name to MasterOfExtraterrestrial.

"At the reception after the listing, Jiang Chi came over to clink glasses with me with a wine glass. He thanked me for my hard work for the listing. In fact, I didn't do anything. I caught up with the good times. When I submitted the application, I didn't even have a re-investigation. No, Jiang Chi did a great job on MOE. Jiang Chi pulled me to the rooftop, and he said, "Xiang Di, you don't know. Before he left, he promised me that he would come back, so I will try to do my best. I use I read all the books I could read in three months. I made the company public, and I was financially independent from my mother. Now no one will say that I am Mr. Luo’s son. But you say, why hasn’t he come back yet? ......'Brother Ye, I can't imagine the pressure Jiang Chi felt in those years, Jiang Chi told me that he named him Xinghuo because of you.

"Then why did he change again?"

"He's afraid you won't come back, and he needs something to support him to survive."

Tang Ye's eyes were a little sore, he shouldn't have asked, if possible, he should have listened to Jiang Chi himself when he apologized to Jiang Chi.

"Brother Ye, Jiang Chi actually didn't say much to me, he's still the same as before."

No one spoke for the rest of the drive, and Tang Ye felt like he was stuck in his throat.Compared with Jiang Chi, he paid too little for this relationship in those years in France, and his success was too slow.Jiang Chi compressed his own four years and waited for him alone, but it took him 12 years before he had the courage to step back to this land. He still missed Jiang Chi too much.

Tang Ye rubbed his eyes. When he was in France, he always thought about the temperature in the second year of high school when he held him and stood on the road looking at the stars, but he never wanted to cry as much as now.

That night Jiang Chi leaned on him and said, "Let's start a game company called Xinghuo in the future, let's do it together."

Tang Ye's answer was, "Okay, Liaoyuan, let's go together."

When he arrived at Xi'an Museum of Contemporary Art, Lin Xiangdi met Tang Ye's assistant.The little girl named Lin Lin, in her early twenties, is Tang Ye's junior sister. She was sent to France by her parents to paint, but because she couldn't arouse her interest, she was sent to Tang Ye by the teacher, and Tang Ye took her with her.

"Lin Lin, give this uncle the invitation I gave you yesterday. Just call him Uncle Lin."

"What!" Lin Xiangdi pushed Tang Ye in disgust, "Just call me Brother Lin."

"This is an invitation card prepared by senior brother. Ms. Jiang Zhu's me has already written my name on it. Ms. Jiang Zhu is welcome to bring her friends along. Besides the invitation card, there is also an exhibition catalog and a commemorative postcard. That's it, senior brother, I Just get busy first."

Lin Xiangdi watched the girl in a small skirt go in and touched Tang Ye's arm, "Brother Ye, you artists are so individual."

Tang Ye walked in with arms folded, "Where is it? After Lin Lin followed me, she didn't want to draw anymore, but she seemed to like to manage these things more. She doesn't like to talk too much except what she has to say at work. , said it was because she was tired. She has quite a personality."

"Well. That's it."

"Don't think about the little girl." Tang Ye gave Lin Xiangdi a slap in the face.

"I didn't, Brother Ye!" Lin Xiangdi raised his hand to cover his head again, "But I really like this girl, so give me a WeChat message."

"If you have the ability to ask for it yourself."

After Tang Ye said this, he turned around and went to find the curator. Later, Lin Xiangdi really wanted to get the little girl's WeChat, maybe he couldn't take it anymore.

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