24h teaser strategy

After Mu Qing sent him back, he went back to the clan and asked someone to prepare some snacks. He held the caramel in one hand and carried the freshly baked refreshments into the study. Lu Yunqi didn't like sweets, not even fruits. All people prepare are savory snacks.

After Lu Yunqi typed a paragraph, he looked up and saw two small dishes of snacks and a pot of oolong on the table. It seemed that this person knew his taste clearly. He still ate some sweet and sour dishes, but he didn't care about cakes. But I don't like desserts at all, and the same is true for sweet fruits. Nowadays, people always have a way to grow most fruits so sweet that they are greasy.

Lu Yunqi took the warm wet towel handed over by Mu Qing and wiped his hands, picked up a piece of ox tongue cake, and when he took a sip, the poured tea had already been delivered to his hand.

Lu Yunqi glanced at Mu Qing, judging by his status, he is definitely served a lot on weekdays, but he is also very skilled in serving others, "You don't have to worry about the affairs of the clan? You are so free every day."

"Someone will take care of the affairs of the clan, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Which eye of yours sees me worrying about you?"

"Either eye sees it."

"Then I'm afraid you need an ophthalmologist. Do you want me to recommend it to you?"

"Okay."

Lu Yunqi really dug out a stack of business cards from the drawer, pulled out one from the inside, and handed it to Mu Qing, "The famous ophthalmologists in this city, when you go to see them, just tell me that I introduced them, and I will give you a discount, no thanks."

Mu Qing took the business card and nodded obediently, "Okay, I'll check it out."

Putting the rest of the business cards back in the drawer, Lu Yunqi immersed himself in the plan again.

Mu Qing fed Caramel a piece of pretzel, and went to Lu Yunqi's bookshelf to pick up a book, which was a collection of poetry, and he was actually quite surprised when he saw poetry.The number is very small, just two or three books, most of which are about financial management, jewelry appreciation and some humanities and social sciences, and there are also novels.

Mu Qing nestled cross-legged on the sofa, opened the book, Caramel came over and lay on his lap, squinting his eyes and dozing off. The shorter and shorter days turned sunlight into a luxury, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the huge window. Come in.

In a slightly dark space, Mu Qing lowered his head slightly to read a book, his long black hair slipped down, Caramel half-closed his eyes, playing with his hair time after time, the setting sun coated them with a layer of soft Golden yellow, glowing orange, as if soaked in honey.

It was only after Lu Yunqi finished writing that he realized the dim light. He raised his head, and this was what he saw.

It's a bit sweet, but it's rare, and he doesn't reject it.

Lu Yunqi walked over and turned on the floor lamp next to Mu Qing with a "snap", and put it on the ground with the caramel in his hand, "I really think my eyes are good, it's getting dark, didn't you see it?"

Mu Qing raised his head and smiled, "I'm a little distracted."

Seeing that Mu Qing was holding a collection of poems, Lu Yunqi crossed his legs, "There are so many books on the bookshelf that are more interesting than poetry, and you just chose this one. Why don't you get distracted when it's boring?"

"I thought you couldn't read poetry, and wanted to see what was so special about the collection of poems that would put you on your shelf."

"Oh? Did you find anything?"

"...No, I don't appreciate modern poetry very much, of course they are beautiful."

"I don't like it. Those three collections of poetry are a set. They were given by friends, saying that people should learn to discover the beauty in life and cultivate their sentiments. I don't think it's a waste of time to read a few collections of poetry.

"Poetry is the most personal presentation of all literary genres, and it is difficult for others to enter the poet's inner world. I think it is enough to flip through poetry casually, without doing too much research. I even think that poetry anthologies do not need to be printed so much at all, It is enough to print a hundred or so copies, collect them yourself, and give them to like-minded friends. Others will see it as a waste of resources.”

"That's not necessarily true. Although there are not many people who can really understand it, it doesn't hinder readers' perception of beauty." Mu Qing closed the book, "There is an old saying that one should not seek deep understanding in reading, and it is very suitable for poetry. Know its beauty, just enjoy it, and don’t need to do too in-depth interpretation.”

"You can see it."

"After all, it is too heavy to touch the poet's soul through poetry."

Lu Yunqi shrugged his shoulders and did not continue this topic, "Stop talking, I found that Caramel is very close to you." Or maybe Caramel accepted bribes?

Mu Qing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "That's a good thing, you see your pets have accepted me, when will you accept me?"

"Are you confusing the public, comparing me to caramel?"

"You misunderstood," Mu Qing hurriedly clarified, "Where is caramel from you?"

"The caramel is good."

"Well—of course, it is very good, and you are a better master than it."

Too lazy to be familiar with others, Lu Yunqi didn't say anything, and licked two caramelized heads.

Mu Qing got up and put the book back on the shelf, resting his hands on the back of the sofa, "Let's eat, I asked them to deliver it."

"Thank you chef for me. It's hard for him to serve a master like you every day."

"It's not difficult, he likes to cook, and he is happy when the people who eat are happy."

Lu Yun got up and walked out, "Remember to turn off the lights."

After dinner, Lu Yunqi revised the direction he had initially planned, saved it, and then sent Mu Qing away who was tired of caramel. There were still a lot of things to do tomorrow.

Deng Kening handed over the market assessment and report to Lu Yunqi, "The assessment has been completed. If it goes well, we can start to enter the European and American markets in March or April next year."

"Let me take a look first," Lu Yunqi handed the printed plan to his special assistant, "This is a new plan, I just wrote the basic outline, and it will be detailed within a week. I plan to release this series in late spring next year." ,time is tight."

"clear."

What Lu Yunqi admired most about Deng Kening was that he was decisive, clean and tidy, never procrastinating, "You will accompany me to the banquet tonight, the dress should have been delivered?"

"Yes, I arrived before I came up."

"Go down."

In fact, it is not a big problem to bring a female companion. Lu Yunqi himself is not a person who pays attention to this. He just brings Deng Kening, and she can help him avoid some unnecessary troubles.

It was just an ordinary banquet, and Lu Yunqi didn't plan to stay for long. Jin Shaoyuan went to country M to visit his mother, but Feng Hexuan didn't come, and he didn't want to talk to messy people, so he just wanted to show up.

However, at the banquet, he met someone unexpected.

Liu Wei walked over with a glass of red wine, with a smug smile on his long face, "Mr. Lu, long time no see."

"It's better not to see each other." Lu Yunqi took a glass of white wine from the waiter's tray, Deng Kening was not by his side, and he was unwilling to come out to socialize, Deng Kening handled it with ease.

"President Lu was joking. The shopping mall is such a big place. You can't see it when you look up and you can see it when you look down. Feng Shui takes turns. Don't be too extreme. People, you still have to leave a way out for yourself."

"It seems that when you were still in Keli, you found a way out for yourself?"

"Mr. Lu, we all want to cooperate in the future, why bother to speak so harshly."

"It's the first day you know what I'm talking about?" Lu Yunqi shook the glass, the colorless liquor swirled and returned to calm, "I still don't know where you are now?"

"It's not about being high. In Borui, one of their vice presidents suddenly disappeared. The police suspected it was a love murder. I was lucky enough to get this position."

Lu Yunqi knew that the original vice president Liu Wei was talking about was Liu Zhixiang, and he was having fun in a club in H City. Speaking of which, he hadn't asked Mu Qing how those people were doing during this period of time.

Lu Yunqi smacked down his wine glass, "Then congratulations to Liu...Vice President."

"However, Borui is still inferior to Keli in the autumn series. Mr. Lu really has good eyesight."

"Since you have gone to Borui, then you should watch carefully how Keli pulled Borui down from the throne." Lu Yunqi smiled, but the sharpness in his eyes was very sharp.

As an old brand, Borui Tianxiang has occupied the throne for too long, and it is time for a change.

"Mr. Lu, young people...it's good to have some ideals," Liu Wei smiled, as if he was warning the ignorant juniors, "Mr. Lu doesn't understand the principle of a gnat shaking a tree, right?"

"Since that's the case, we have nothing to say." Lu Yunqi didn't even say excuse me, it's unnecessary for such a person.

Although Borui Tianxiang has a big tree with deep roots, it can't stop some moths who sit on the mountain and eat the inside out, and don't think about making progress. With such people, it's fine if nothing major happens. Once something happens, the disaster it brings is almost devastating.

It is understandable for him to push a tree that is about to fall sooner or later.

Leaving the car and the driver to Deng Kening, Lu Yunqi put on his overcoat and planned to take a walk. He didn't want to go anywhere and then took a taxi home.

After nine o'clock, Lu Yunqi swayed slowly along the sidewalk. The dim street lamps projected the sparse leaves of the sycamore tree on the blue-gray floor tiles. When the wind blows, the tree looks like a person who was suddenly splashed with a bucket of cold water Shaking up.There are not too few cars on the road. This place is located in a commercial street, and there is still a lot of traffic at this point.

Lu Yunqi crossed a road, facing a KFC, he was bored, went in and ordered a cup of Americano, but the taste was not satisfactory, he took a sip and put it down, facing the glass window, staring at the passers-by outside in a daze, He didn't care that two student-looking girls diagonally opposite were secretly taking pictures of him with their mobile phones.

Sitting in the store until ten o'clock, Lu Yun got up and left.

After walking for a while, after leaving the commercial street, there were far fewer vehicles and pedestrians on the road. Suddenly, he heard a few suppressed cries, like a child.

Lu Yunqi followed the sound and walked to the trash can next to the bus stop sign. A four or five-year-old boy was squeezed between the trash can and the hedge of the green belt. When he saw him, he stopped crying.

Lu Yunqi squatted down and looked at the child. He looked good from the clothes on, but he was a little dirty, and his little face was weeping. He probably got lost or ran away from home. He tried his best to slow down his tone, "What is it?" People here? Where are the parents?"

The child hesitated for a long time, and the defense on his face was finally replaced by fear and grievance, "Dad...Dad and Mom quarreled, and I...run...out, but...couldn't find...the way back... It's..."

[The author has something to say]: When dealing with poetry, the author thinks that it is best not to ask for a deep understanding. Whether it is ancient or modern, excessive interpretation will destroy the beauty of the poetry itself~