Passionate to know

As expected, Qin Ge did what he said, and led Hualing executives into Yujing early the next morning.This shocked Yu Jing from top to bottom, everyone felt as if the sky had changed, and they kept whispering for a while.

No one knows what was discussed in the CEO's office. What everyone knows is that the people from Hualing have not come out for four hours since they entered.

It is said that the two presidents look at each other and hate each other. Could this be a fight?

Just when everyone was whimsical, the door of the office opened, and he stretched his neck to look over. Qin Ge and the people he brought looked pretty good.

"President Song," Qin Ge stretched out his hand, "It's a pleasant cooperation."

Song Zhiyang shook his hand back: "It's a pleasant cooperation."

So this group of people came and went in a mighty way, this coming and going, I'm afraid it will bring a lot of trouble to the fashion industry in City A.

After everyone left, Jiang Yuyuan let out a long breath: "I haven't talked about business for so long in many years."

Song Zhiyang handed over the water glass: "It's hard work for you to get old."

"Don't tell me, I haven't recovered yet, you are going to cooperate with that kid Hualing."

Song Zhiyang smiled: "To put it nicely, it's called cooperation, but to put it bluntly, it's just taking advantage."

Jiang Yuyuan moistened his throat: "Hua Ling actually came up with the idea of ​​Fanling's last item, and his heart is big enough."

"Such a big piece of meat, who wouldn't be greedy? Even if I only agreed to add their names in the finished product release conference, the profits I get will be immeasurable. Qin Ge, it will be very good."

Jiang Yuyuan smiled and said: "You still talk about him, you insisted on swallowing up the business of the two surrounding cities before you nodded, maybe he is hurting now."

Song Zhiyang leaned on the back of the chair, looking very leisurely: "It's not my fault, he begged to come to the door... If you delay another ten or eight years and don't make Fanting, then he is really wronged gone."

Jiang Yuyuan gave Song Zhiyang a blank look, and his fate was about to hit him: "You crow's mouth!"

Song Zhiyang smiled and swayed, revealing the necklace inside his neck.

Suddenly, Jiang Yuyuan's eyes were burning like a torch, focusing on Song Zhiyang's neck, and even raised his tone of voice inadvertently, as if he saw something incredible.

"Then... what is that?!"

Song Zhiyang was confused, followed Jiang Yuyuan's gaze, only to realize that what she was staring at was something on his neck.

The necklace An Zhi gave him.

"Is this what you mean? What's the matter?"

Jiang Yuyuan couldn't take his eyes off his eyes, his hands trembling a little: "Quick! Take it down and show me!"

Song Zhiyang looked at Jiang Yuyuan who was obviously abnormal, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger like a snowball.It was rare for him to see such an excited Jiang Yuyuan, not to mention that the reason for her mood swings was only because of a pendant around his neck.Neither the necklace itself nor An Zhi who made it seemed to be the cause of Jiang Yuyuan's gaffe.

Confused, Song Zhiyang still took off the necklace and handed it to Jiang Yuyuan.

Jiang Yuyuan almost snatched the necklace and looked at it carefully.

Jiang Yuyuan's eyes were so focused, as if the outside world had nothing to do with her.She looked at the necklace over and over in her hand, and groped along the edge with her fingers.Thinking this was not enough, she took the glasses again, lit up the small desk lamp, looked carefully with a magnifying glass, and took out some photos from time to time to compare them repeatedly, it seemed that she wanted to verify something.Seeing Jiangyu Garden like this, Song Zhiyang didn't dare to disturb him for a while.

For a long time, an expression that could be called exaggeratedly excited bloomed on Jiang Yuyuan's face, as if some cherished treasure was lost and found again.

She was so excited that her voice trembled slightly, and Song Zhiyang could clearly see the tears in her eyes that were about to burst out.

"Zhi...Zhiyang, this, where did you come from?"

Song Zhiyang was obviously overwhelmed by Jiang Yuyuan's reaction: "Mom, don't get excited. This is sent by An Zhi... It is An Zhi's work."

Song Zhiyang didn't dare to say that An Zhi gave it to him. First, it was difficult to explain the reason to Jiang Yuyuan, and second, it was not a good time to confess his relationship with An Zhi to her.

"Anzhi, Anzhi, Anzhi..." Jiang Yuyuan muttered to himself, then raised his head and grabbed Song Zhiyang's sleeve tightly and asked, "That's right, is that the Anzhi in our company?" ?!"

Song Zhiyang patted Jiang Yuyuan on the back, trying to make her calm down: "It's him, mom, what's wrong with you? Anzhi him... what's wrong?"

Jiang Yuyuan rubbed his eyes, looking energetic, raised the necklace in his hand and said in a surprised tone: "Did you see this blue? It's not dyed, it's emerald green! It's still green! There are people who can touch green!"

"What?!" Song Zhiyang was taken aback, "You... Did you read it right?"

Jiang Yuyuan vowed: "I will not be wrong, there is only Diancui in this world, and I will never lose sight of it! Zhiyang, hurry up, take me to see An Zhi! I want to see him now!"

.........

An Zhi was in his office, waiting for Song Zhiyang to come down to accompany him, but he didn't expect that besides Song Zhiyang, Jiang Yuyuan was also waiting.

Jiang Yuyuan couldn't speak of elegance at the moment, she knocked on the door almost impatiently, with a complicated expression.

An Zhi looked at the thing in Jiang Yuyuan's hand, and Song Zhiyang, who was behind her who didn't know why, felt like a bright mirror in his heart.

An Zhi got up, very respectful and polite: "Madam Song, what's the matter?"

Jiang Yuyuan walked forward in two steps, and asked straight to the point: "An Zhi, this, did you make this yourself?!"

An Zhi could feel that she was extremely eager to hear an affirmative answer from herself, because Jiang Yuyuan's expression could no longer be described by two words, expectation, it was a kind of longing that had been silent for many years, and a spark would burn the plain.If An Zhi said "no", maybe she would be so lost that she fainted on the spot.

It's just that An Zhi didn't need to lie about this.

"I did it."

"Good! Good! Great!" Jiang Yuyuan's face was filled with relief after great joy and sorrow, and she grabbed An Zhi's hand, "Good boy, good boy, I didn't expect my old bone to wait so long, I can wait for a talent like you!"

Song Zhiyang was worried that Jiang Yuyuan would be too excited, so he stepped forward to support her, let her sit down, and put his big hand behind her back, "Mom, don't get too excited, this is a good thing..." Then he looked at An Zhi, He said in an unbelievable tone, "I didn't know that you can still touch green."

An Zhi said indifferently: "There is no need for a craft to be known to everyone. When it is time to know it, others will naturally know it."

"Before Yujing recruited from outside, why didn't you participate?"

An Zhi shook his head: "I only do what I want to do. I can't draw designs for fame."

Therefore, An Zhi's character is very similar to those of old artists. He doesn't like to show off his talents and praise his achievements.

Jiang Yuyuan asked, "Son, who did you learn from?"

An Zhi looked back at Jiang Yuyuan, "A master, who went abroad when he was young, and wanted to return to his roots when he was old, so he met by chance."

"Then this master..."

An Zhi regretted: "It's gone."

The more Jiang Yuyuan looked at An Zhi, the more she liked An Zhi from the bottom of her heart. She took An Zhi's hand and said kindly: "An Zhi, I know you are indifferent, so you didn't even want to participate in my previous solicitation. But, I really need your skills too much. My child, you can help me, an old man, and complete the Vatican listening with me, okay?"

An Zhi withdrew his hand calmly, and did not immediately agree to Jiang Yuyuan, "Don't make fun of me, Mrs. Song, what can I do for the work that you haven't finished in 11 years? "

"This..." Jiang Yuyuan choked.It is really hard to refute An Zhi's words. In the eyes of outsiders, it is Jiang Yuyuan who has been striving for excellence so he has been fruitless. He can't tell An Zhi that he can't complete it because he is not familiar with the technique of spotting emerald greens. For some reason, An Zhi once again looked like he was rejecting people thousands of miles away, and Jiang Yuyuan was so anxious that he couldn't sit still.

Song Zhiyang could only smooth things over: "Anzhi, my mother is getting old, and the delicate kung fu of Diancui is also powerless. Are you...willing to help her?"

Song Zhiyang asked with a guilty conscience, because he knew An Zhi's temper too well, if he really wanted to do it, he wouldn't disappear like this.

An Zhi bit her lower lip, facing these two expectant faces, it was difficult to make a choice for a while.

So he simply kicked the ball back with one sentence, "I'm used to being alone, and I'm not used to designing with others."

An Zhi expressed his attitude that he was unwilling to work with others, which meant that if Jiang Yuyuan wanted An Zhi to participate in the design of Fanling, he could only give him full authority.This is not a small risk. The market valuation of Fanling's final single product is already ridiculously high. No matter in terms of experience, age, etc., An Zhi is still too young to be the exclusive designer of Fanling.

Obviously, he was trying to embarrass Jiang Yuyuan, perhaps, he also wanted her to retreat.

Jiang Yuyuan was silent. She, who has dominated the world for many years, really didn't know whether she should agree or not. She lowered her head, staring at the necklace in her hand, and many fragments of memories slipped through her mind.

Is it a gamble, or just to be on the safe side?Is it a bold attempt or a risky strategy to bet all the treasure on An Zhi?Success and failure seem to be only between Jiang Yuyuan's thought.

In the end, she let out a long sigh, stood still slowly, and looked up at An Zhi slightly.

She saw that his eyes were like clear springs, fearless, all-embracing, and her heart skipped a beat as if something had touched her.

"Okay, I promise you," Jiang Yuyuan said in a vicissitudes of life, and slowly took out the key of the studio from his arms, solemnly placed it in An Zhi's hand, and grasped his hand again, every word, sonorous and forceful : "From today onwards, Fanling's fate will be rewritten by you!"