Marrying a Rival and a Son [Transmigration Book]

Ye Baobao was painting and drawing on the drawing book with a watercolor pen. He sat on the ground, put the picture book on the piano bench, and turned his head to look at the door from time to time.

The door opened suddenly, Ye Baobao looked expectantly at the black shadow cast by the crystal lamp, and Aunt He in black and white clothes walked in.

Ye Baobao buried his head in disappointment, and there were three small people drawn in the notebook, the two tall ones were holding the short one, and there was a big house behind them.

Aunt He walked into the piano room familiarly: "Young Master, it's time to go to bed."

Baby Ye put away the watercolor pens and got up from the ground.

Aunt He grabbed Ye Baobao's hand, dragged him quickly to the elevator, and said, "How many times have I said, don't stay in the piano room all the time, if the young master has guests, you will disturb them of."

Baby Ye lowered his head, tightly pinched the picture he just drew with his right hand, and curled his mouth: "I'm waiting for Daddy."

Since He Jiu appeared in the kindergarten like a god, Ye Baobao has not seen him for a long time.

"I've obviously behaved very well, why doesn't Daddy come home all the time. Daddy seldom comes back, and I'm afraid to talk to Daddy." Ye Baobao returned to his little bed, leaned on the glass window and looked out, at night Only a few pale yellow floor lamps were lit in the manor, and in the distance, milky white mist lingered on the asphalt road like a white dragon.Suddenly, a car tore through the tranquility of the suburban night and was heading towards the manor.

Ye Baobao stood up, his face was almost pressed against the glass, and saw the car driving closer and closer, and then the gate of the manor was opened, and the car drove in.

Ye Baobao quickly jumped out of bed and carefully opened the bedroom door. Seeing that Aunt He didn't pay attention, he immediately ran to the spiral staircase.

Ye Gao smelled of alcohol, he just retreated from a party, and learned that there was no plan for tomorrow, so he was excited to go home and sleep.In order not to arouse the suspicion of others, he forced himself into a meticulous work state during this period, including Su Qingyu who was by his side, did not notice too much strangeness about him.

Ye Gao felt that there was a pair of hands invisibly leading the development of the whole matter, and there would always be important matters that he needed to deal with suddenly, and the original plan to discuss with He Jiu was delayed again and again.

He lowered his head and rubbed his brows and eyes, and found that Baby Ye was standing in front of him.The child was nervous, as if he had mustered up his courage before he dared to walk in front of him.Ye Gao suspected that if he lowered his head to scare Ye Baobao, Little Apple would cry into apple juice.

"Father, when will Daddy come home?" Baby Ye asked softly.

"I'm sorry, young master!" Aunt He hurried over and hugged Baby Ye, "I let the young master sleep, but I didn't expect him to come downstairs secretly."

"Auntie He is going to sue Dad again. I want to tell Dad that I am very good, but she said that the child who quibbles will be thrown away, and I have no quibble." Tears rolled in his eyes instantly, and Ye Baobao felt extremely wronged, but only I can pinch my fingers forbearance.

"Put him down." Ye Gao said suddenly.

Aunt He hesitated for a moment, and let Baby Ye stand by himself.She didn't know that Ye Gao also went to Husley on the day Baby Ye was invited to be the parent.In her perception, the young master never cared about this adopted young master, and his greatest concern was to give him plenty of material.But Ye Baobao is a six-year-old child after all, so she doesn't have the ability to survive on her own, and all the food and clothing are in her hands.

Aunt He is an old man of the Ye family, so she won't treat herself badly if a huge fortune falls on her.Most of the money that should have been spent on Ye Baobao went into her purse.Anyway, Ye Gao didn't care about Ye Baobao, as long as she took good care of the housekeeper, she wouldn't worry about being seen out.

"You go to work, I'll take him to sleep." Ye Gao said.

Aunt He couldn't believe her ears that Ye Gao, who was busy with everything, was willing to waste time with a child.

"Anything else?"

"It's nothing, good night, young master."

Under Ye Gao's gaze, Aunt He shuddered. She realized that she had been too careless before, and Ye Gao could easily find out the money secretly embezzled.

"Father..." Ye Baobao grabbed the bear toy and looked at Ye Gao expectantly.

That uncle is not here today, and the expression on Dad's face seems to be much richer, the same as when he was in kindergarten last time!

Ye Gao saw that the child was wearing light blue pajamas, white and tender like a glutinous rice dumpling, and the glutinous rice dumpling was less than his knee height, like a leg pendant.

He put his big hand on Baby Ye's head, then moved it to the back of his neck in the direction, like carrying a bag, he grabbed Baby Ye by the collar and lifted it up.Ye Baobao lifted his toes off the ground, and his short limbs danced frantically twice, before being hugged by Ye Gao.

"Father smells so bad." Ye Baobao was dizzy from the smell of alcohol, "It still smells good to Daddy."

Ye Gao put the little apple back on the bed and covered it with the quilt: "Sleep, little brat."

Ye Baobao blinked his big eyes and looked at him innocently: "What is Daddy, little brat?"

Ye Gao: "A child who doesn't sleep is a brat."

Hearing this, Baobao Ye quickly closed his eyes, grabbed the corner of the quilt with his small fists, and looked as if he had fallen asleep.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and asked, "Dad, where did Daddy go?"

Ye Gao said: "He went out to play."

Ye Baobao really wanted to ask his father why he didn't take him to play together, but today was too presumptuous. In order not to make Ye Gao angry, he nodded obediently: "I see. Dad, go to sleep, I will fall asleep immediately No, don't be a brat."

Ye Gao hummed, grabbed Ye Baobao's face, turned off the light and went out.He, a college dog who just graduated, suddenly became the father of a certain child. It really is not an easy thing to be a father.But it's a lot easier to deal with kids than a work scumbag.What's more, he had to get along with Su Qingyu in the company, which made it difficult for him to cope.

According to the memory he obtained, before wearing the book, Su Qingyu was forcibly arranged by his side under the opposition of many senior members of the company, and even made a gambling agreement.Now if you find a reason to fire Su Qingyu, I'm afraid those company veterans will think that there is something wrong with his mind.

After washing, he lay back on the bed, with a notebook on his lap, and the white screen light was projected into his eyes. In the news index about Huaye Group, entries related to Shangyuan Shuiyu were soaring.

"Shangyuan Shuiyu is an affordable luxury brand created by Huaye Group. This is the data I collected from a research agency. In just five days since the school celebration, the sales of Shangyuan Shuiyu's jewelry have increased by 30.00% without any marketing activities. A quarter-on-quarter increase of [-]%." ​​In the coffee shop, He Jiu handed a document to Gu Yu, "But as far as I know, Shangyuan Shuiyu's jewelry is the least-selling part of this brand, and it can reach this season in a few days. Ye Gao contributed a lot to the peak sales."

"Why?" Gu Yu picked up the juice and took a sip.

"Social influence, a casual sentence can bring about a qualitative change in sales." He Jiu said, "It's a pity that his audience is not the buyers of Shangyuan Shuiyu. Maybe at the symposium, it will be replaced by a certain financial product. will be better."

"I understand the truth, but what does this have to do with my design?" Monk Gu Yuzhang was puzzled.

"Last time I said that your works are excellent, but the lack of guidance is the worst. I want to try to see if I can stir up your style." He Jiu said, "Like most painters, they are not sought after by capital. Before, their painstaking works were just a piece of waste paper. But once they become the vane of art and fashion, their waste paper is also worth tens of millions.”

"No, no, no, I can't do it." Upon hearing this, Gu Yu shook her head violently, deeply doubting her ability.

"I'll come if you can't do it, otherwise why would you cooperate with me?" He Jiu threw another document to Gu Yu, "This is a simple version of the business plan, you can read it first, if you have no comments, I will draw up a contract for you in two days."

Gu Yu opened the simple cover, and the business prospect He Jiu described was very attractive. If he was an investor, he might be tempted too.

"I don't have any comments, it's good." He looked up, "It's just that you are from the Academy of Art, why do you know so much?"

"I usually have nothing to do, so I learned a little bit." He Jiu secretly sighed, he did more than just learn a little bit, this is his real specialty.

In fact, he doesn't have much marketing experience, except for the professional courses involved in college, and only the experience he learned in a real company during his graduation internship.What he said to Gu Yu was pure coaxing and deceit, and what was said was easy but it was not easy to do.

However, the He family itself is in the jewelry industry, so he can more or less find resources.If it doesn't work, an equivalent exchange with Ye Gao can also be considered.

While Gu Yu signed the contract, He Jiu was also busy with company procedures.He took a fancy to an independent two-storey building. Several mulberry trees were picked and planted in the front yard. There was a spacious balcony on the second floor, and the landlord planted a lot of tulips.

But Gu Yu rejected his proposal as a partner: "Many jewelry and precious metals have strict requirements on storage conditions before they are processed. If we don't have a professional air environment control system, I think it might be better for us to consider high-rise buildings. "

He Jiu stuffed the black card: "We can buy it."

Gu Yu shook his head: "It's too expensive. I went to the studio of He's high-end jewelry line products and heard from other designers that He's set of jewelry storage safes have invested hundreds of thousands, not to mention an air environment control system. .”

He Jiu opened the door of the small building, and looked at the dark brown wall paint against the wooden furniture, giving it an old but textured feeling.

"Come in and have a look. I plan to transform the second floor into a studio, and the first floor will be used for receiving guests, or holding some small salon meetings." He Jiu patted the ashes on the table, "We are not He's jewelry. It’s not an assembly line product. No matter how beautiful the artwork is produced in a bland apartment, it won’t appeal to our target customers. Just like angel investors like to hear the story, not the product itself.”

The author has something to say: everything that involves professional knowledge has more or less fabricated elements.Just take a look, don't take it seriously.