He walks the career path in Shurachang

Before receiving Shang Heng's call, Gu Lin was parking the car at the entrance of the industrial building where Zhongsheng Company is located.

He sat in the car and stared at the phone in a daze for a while, neither daring to go upstairs to settle accounts with Shang Heng, nor willing to leave just like that.

Rose in the passenger seat was left out in the cold, and the owner thought about what posture to throw into the trash can so that she would not look so embarrassed.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone suddenly vibrated crazily. Gu Lin stared at the caller ID on the screen, staring at the caller ID on the screen, and was stunned for three breaths before pressing his overactive heartbeat back into his chest.

Gu Lin tried her best to control her voice, and lowered it slightly, making it sound as if everything was under control: "Shang Heng? What's the matter? I'm busy, so you can cut a long story short."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then came Shang Heng's slightly smiling voice: "What are you busy with, Mr. Gu? I have something to discuss with you, is it convenient to see me?"

"You want to see me?" Gu Lin curled the corners of his mouth silently, his frowning brows stretched out in an instant, and he fiddled with the delicate petals of roses, his voice was much lighter: "I'm in a meeting, I'll try to end it as soon as possible, I'll go pick you up .”

Shang Heng laughed twice: "Don't bother, I can go there by myself."

Gu Lin panicked, he wasn't in the company: "You don't need to come here, my side is over, I'll go right away—"

The car window slammed suddenly, and there was a shadow outside the window. Gu Lin turned around in astonishment, but saw Shang Heng's angry smiling face, looking at him through the window.

"Hey, Mr. Gu, you came so fast."

Gu Lin: "..."

Shang Heng watched with great interest as Gu Lin's face changed again and again, from stiff to bewildered, dazed as if a machine had crashed, and finally a little blush from shame turned to anger from the root of the ear.

After knowing him for so long, it was the first time I realized that Gu Lin's facial expressions had such rich moments.

Shang Heng was a little amused: "Mr. Gu, you're already here, why don't you go upstairs and have a seat?"

Gu Lin decided to force himself to forget this embarrassing episode, and opened the passenger door with a cold face: "Get in the car!"

Shang Heng was kind, and by the way put the roses on the seat on the back seat.

Gu Lin watched his movements from the corner of his eyes, pursed his lips, started the engine, and drove away.

Another red light, the car stopped, and a subtle silence filled the narrow car.

"Mr. Gu, you..."

As soon as Shang Heng opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Gu Lin, his tense expression finally cracked, and the carefully painted paint was unable to peel off, revealing the unknown inside.

He squeezed the steering wheel hard, and said like a broken jar: "Okay, okay, I admit that I arrived early in the morning, I came here specially to find you, and I gave you roses, is that okay?"

"Isn't it just an IOU, you need to take it away in such a hurry? I have never seen you come to me so proactively."

A bullet was poured like a machine gun, and Gu Lin immediately kept silent, trying his best to suppress the leaking emotions.

He stared intently at the wipers outside the windshield with calm eyes. His whole body looked like a prisoner about to be sentenced, his cheek muscles tensed.

Shang Heng was speechless for a moment, coughed lightly, and said, "President Gu, I didn't come to ask you for an IOU."

"I knew you..." Gu Lin stopped suddenly, turned his head, and looked at him in surprise, "What did you say?"

Shang Heng leaned back in the chair leisurely, said with a smile: "I want to discuss a business with you."

Although this answer did not meet Gu Lin's expectations, he could barely accept it anyway. He raised his eyebrows: "What business?"

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It was late in the evening, and the two had dinner at a nearby restaurant.

The setting sun approached the booth partitioned by the carved wooden railing from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and shone on Gu Lin's stern side face.

He played with the goblet in his hand, waiting for Shang Heng's next words.

When he is serious, there is a sense of alienation and indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away, and the occasional curvature of the corners of his lips is more mocking than smiling.

At this moment, Gu Lin lowered his eyes and looked at the wine glass intently. The clear crimson wine swirled in the glass, and the face of Shang Heng on the opposite side was reflected on the glass wall, and he gently rubbed his cheeks with his fingertips.

Shang Heng: "The last project was taken away by Fang Yang, do you plan to just let it go?"

Gu Lin frowned: "Do you still want to fight back? That's impossible. If you are not willing, I can find some other projects to do together."

Shang Heng shook his head: "No, I have no such intention at all."

Gu Lin: "Then what do you want to do?"

Shang Heng stroked his chin with one hand, and smiled warmly: "I want to inject capital into Huaimeng in your name, and then you and I will jointly raise Huaimeng's stock price."

Gu Lin was taken aback, and looked at him like a lunatic: "You don't have a fever, do you? I withdrew the capital last year, and now you want to give blood transfusions to your competitors?"

"You should know that Huaimeng's financial situation is very poor, and you are still giving charcoal to Fang Yang at this time? Are you doing charity?"

"I'm sober." Shang Heng turned on the phone and looked at the information that Sister Li had inquired, "It is precisely because Fang Yang is short of money that this is a good opportunity to break into the inside."

He paused, and said: "Fang Yang must be very vigilant against me, so my money has to go through your channel, and I will bear the risk, how about it?"

Gu Lin shook his head: "I don't care about this risk, I don't understand your plan. You give him a lot of money at this time, and he just uses it for the project "Spirit Mountain", and he will make a lot of money by then. Even if you get a little dividend, what's the point?"

Shang Heng laughed softly: "I'm just afraid that he won't have the money to invest in "Spirit Mountain"."

Gu Lin frowned: "What do you mean?"

Shang Heng sat up a little bit, and presented his plan one by one...

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The two talked for more than half an hour.

Shang Heng was speaking dryly, when a glass of warm water was passed to his mouth, Shang Heng was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and met Wen Ruiyun's downcast eyes.

Wen Ruiyun was dressed in a light gray suit with his coat folded between his elbows. He was tall and straight with a smile at the end of his eyes. He was quite a gentleman of the old school. Even the gesture of holding a cup and feeding water was just right.

"What a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you two here, do you mind adding a pair of chopsticks?"

Gu Lin's face darkened, and he said coldly: "Jie, Yi! Is Boss Wen coming to someone else's territory for alms?"

Wen Ruiyun ignored him directly, his eyes fell on Shang Heng's face, and he smiled: "Mr. Shang, what do you think?"

Seeing the other party's half-smile expression, Shang Heng's heart skipped a beat. It was rare that he felt a little apprehensive about being caught by accident, so he silently opened the chair beside him.

"Wen...why are you here?"

Gu Lin sensitively noticed the change of Shang Heng's address, and felt even more depressed and angry. If his eyes could turn into sharp arrows, he would now wish Wen Ruiyun could taste the feeling of a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

"Why are you two so focused on talking? The dishes on the table are going to be cold."

Wen Ruiyun unfolded the hot towel and wiped his hands slowly, without treating himself as an outsider at all, picked up the white porcelain chopsticks, picked up a fat and tender river prawn, and quickly peeled off the shell, revealing the white and tender prawn meat, added it to Shang Heng On the dinner plate.

Gu Lin on the opposite side suddenly became furious, heaved a sigh of relief, cut off a piece of lamb meat in silence, dipped it in the sauce carefully, and sent it to the small porcelain bowl in front of Shang Heng: "It's not suitable to eat shrimp in this season, why don't you taste it?" Try the signature dishes here."

Wen Ruiyun and Gu Lin looked at each other, one was gentle with a smile, the other was as cold as ice, for a moment, they both glanced at Shang Heng.

Shang Heng, who was caught in the middle, held the chopsticks, the corners of his mouth twitched, and suddenly felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar?

"Cough." He put down his chopsticks, "Actually, we've almost finished talking. I'm full too."

Wen Ruiyun nodded noncommittally: "That's fine, let's go back."

What "we"?

Gu Lin frowned: "Don't bother me, since I brought Shang Heng here, I will naturally send him back. Mr. Wen, please do your own thing. Shang Heng and I still have some details to discuss."

"Oh, is that so?" Wen Ruiyun was not angry either, and took off the dark brown scarf on the back of the chair, and put it on for Shang Heng, speaking softly and softly, "It's cold in spring and the weather is cold, be careful not to get sick."

Shang Heng's neck got goosebumps, and he grabbed Wen Ruiyun's hand: "I'll do it myself."

Gu Lin stared at the scarf around Shang Heng's neck, wishing to poke a hole.

Wen Ruiyun didn't force Shang Heng to leave with him, but straightened his clothes for him, and said indifferently: "Talk slowly, I'll wait for you outside."

Shang Heng looked at the cold outside, how could he really make Wen Ruiyun wait for a long time, he said helplessly: "Mr. Gu, let's come here first, I will let Sister Li contact you for specific matters."

Gu Lin grabbed his wrist in desperation: "Shang Heng..."

Shang Heng looked at him in surprise: "Mr. Gu, is there anything else you want to explain?"

Gu Lin was at a loss for words for a while, and moved his lips. The other guests around noticed the movement here, and seemed to cast their eyes. Gu Lin was like a light on his back, and finally let go of his hand slowly: "It's nothing."

Watching the two leave helplessly, Gu Lin sat back in the chair again, facing a table of cold food, raised his hand to cover his eyes, only an endless wry smile remained on his lips.

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The heater was turned on in the car, and Secretary Wu drove quietly in the front row. The front and rear rows were separated by gray privacy glass, completely blocking the sound from behind.

"Why did you come here? Don't tell me it's really just a coincidence."

Wen Ruiyun sat beside Shang Heng, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and smiled softly: "Of course not, I came here specially to pick you up."

Shang Heng turned his face to look at him: "How do you know? Did that kid Sheng Qi tip off the news again?"

Wen Ruiyun took his hand and held it in his palm: "Since he worked with you, he has indeed learned a lot."

Shang Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't lead him into trouble, Sheng Qi is such a simple and well-behaved young man, he doesn't look like you in the dark."

Wen Ruiyun: "There is a similarity."

"what?"

Wen Ruiyun slowly spit out two words: "Protect the food."

Shang Heng: "..."

The car slowly stopped in front of the main hall of Wen's Manor, and Secretary Wu opened the door for the two of them.

Shang Heng got out of the car, saw the servants lined up respectfully and bowed in front of him, raised his eyebrows: "Would you like to take me home, Mr. Wen?"

Wen Ruiyun smiled at the end of his eyes: "Isn't it here?"