The weakness of rebirth should be self-improvement

No matter how glamorous an artist is in front of people, in the upper class society of Xiangcheng, they are collectively referred to as actors. Thinking of this, Chu Qiaosheng had a mocking smile on his face. Sure enough, people have been divided into high and low since their birth. No matter how miserable or useless that person is.

"There is no distinction between high and low professions. I think it's good to be an artist."

He used to be with Chu Qiaosheng, and He Guangyao also knew how hard he was. He was busy like a spinning top, and even if he was sick, he had no time to rest. After the extreme noise, he stood alone in the kitchen cooking instant noodles. Such a huge gap, if not for people with good psychological quality, I am afraid that they would not be able to bear it.

In He Guangyao's view, celebrity is the strangest job.

The nanny's car was following Chu Qiaosheng at the door, remembering that He Guangyao's car was parked at the place where he was eating, Chu Qiaosheng walked up to him with some hesitation, and said, "Why don't you take our car back?"

With an expression of fear of rejection on his face, He Guangyao recalled the past, when Chu Qiaosheng pretended to lose his memory, his IQ was only at the level of a child, he was vulnerable and helpless, and he had to follow him at all times, and then the lie was seen through, and he was with He Guangyao again From then on, he became that kind of self-confident, domineering to the point of arrogance.

But I don't know which one is the real him.

Seeing that He Guangyao did not speak again, Chu Qiaosheng hurriedly said: "It is very late now, and it is difficult to stop the car..." At this point, Chu Qiaosheng laughed at himself and said: "Mr. stopped the car."

With an expression on his face as if his self-esteem had been hit, Chu Qiaosheng looked unconfident at this time, and his expression and behavior were all cautious, He Guangyao smiled, let go of the phone in his pocket, and said, "I'm sorry. "

Chu Qiaosheng's eyes lit up, and He Guangyao smiled even more, wondering what he was doing?Acting as someone who fell in love with you at first sight?

There was nothing to say all the way, He Guangyao didn't want to talk, but Chu Qiaosheng just felt that his performance tonight was a little urgent.

The scenery outside the car is gradually becoming quiet and beautiful. The land is in the middle of the mountain, and the lights of the street lamps fall through the overlapping leaves on the clean concrete road. When Sheng turned his head, He Guangyao was feigning sleep with his eyes closed. In the flickering light, He Guangyao rested his hand on his chin, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth. Even with his eyes closed, he was still as romantic as before. Peerless appearance.

The overly wealthy family background and good self-cultivation and education made him look so calm and uncontested, Chu Qiao felt sad, thinking it's no wonder He Yuchao would never let him go.

Obviously living in that house was not happy at all.

"arrive."

When the car stopped in front of his house, He Guangyao glanced at Chu Qiaosheng who was wondering what he was thinking, and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Chu Qiaosheng shook his head, although he really wanted to call him, but remembering He Guangyao's attitude of refusing people thousands of miles away just now, he had no choice but to give up.

Such a He Guangyao seems to be more difficult to get close to him than He Yu Chaolai.

There is always a light at the entrance of the villa. As soon as He Guangyao walked past, He Yuchao came back, sitting in his own private car, wearing a dark tweed coat over a dark suit, tall and straight, with a tight chin Tight, looking tired.

Sensing He Guangyao's gaze, He Yuchao raised his head, and after being slightly stunned for a moment, he showed a soft smile and said, "Xiaobao."

In his previous life, He Guangyao would often meet He Yuchao at such a late night, but unlike He Yuchao who worked until midnight, he spent all his time playing, either visiting Chu Qiaosheng's class, or meeting Chu Qiaosheng's friends in the entertainment industry When they met, He Guangyao looked at He Yuchao fixedly, thinking that everything in the previous life was indeed caused by himself.

"Xiaobao, what's the matter?"

He Yuzhao had already walked in front of He Guangyao at this time, seeing that his expression was a little confused, looking at him like a cat that hadn't woken up and not talking, he couldn't help laughing, walked closer to him, and said: "Mr. are you sleepy?"

The distance was so close that he could smell the strong smell of alcohol on He Guangyao's body. He Yuzhao frowned and said, "Have you been drinking?"

He Guangyao nodded, and He Yuchao said: "Friends or business entertainment?"

He Guangyao turned sideways to avoid the hand that wanted to hold his shoulder, said a word of friend, opened the door and walked in by himself.

In the end he was so busy, He Yuzhao stared blankly at his hand that failed again, thinking that he almost forgot that He Guangyao was no longer the good brother who obeyed him in the past.

The next day, He Guangyao was woken up by the alarm clock he had placed beside the bed, his mouth was dry and he had a splitting headache. He hugged the quilt in pain and sat blankly for a while before getting up and going into the bathroom to take a shower.

There were a lot of missed calls on the mobile phone. Just as He Guangyao connected, a director in the factory called him.

"what's up?"

"Young master, the fabric developed by Lao Li has succeeded!"

He Guangyao knew about this early in the morning, and also knew that the time for success was only a few days away. Hearing the excitement in the man's tone, He Guangyao smiled and said, "Understood, I will trouble you."

In He Guangyao's mind, silk is the most high-grade textile. Unfortunately, it is easy to wrinkle and difficult to take care of. The fabrics developed by Lao Li this time are blended fabrics, mixed cotton fabrics, silk fabrics and polyester fabrics, because the mixing ratio is slightly different. , thus combining the greatest advantages of the three parties.

The cold and gorgeous silk, the soft touch of cotton and the easy care of polyester, this fabric he named Yunxiao, not only won a big victory in that textile competition, but also prevented Yunxiang from almost suffer bankruptcy.

Yunxiang has a research room dedicated to the development of new types of fabrics and improved fabrics, so when He Guangyao proposed to use money to buy the patents in Lao Li's hands, Lao Li had a surprised expression on his face.

"You have all paid me wages, and the treatment is so good, how can I ask for extra money from you? Besides, the materials I use are all from the factory."

Lao Li is now in his 50s. Because his son is addicted to gambling and he has a grandson waiting to study, he asked a director of the factory to return to work at the retirement age.

It was also for the little extra money than his retirement salary. He developed that fabric only out of interest, and he was very grateful to Yunxiang for taking in a person of his age, so after hearing what He Guangyao said , he will keep refusing.

"Uncle Li, doesn't Yunxiang have a special research institution? Anyone there who designs a new type of fabric or makes some useful suggestions on improving the quality of the fabric will get an extra bonus."

"But, that's their job, and they deserve it."

"it's the same."

The fabric patents developed by the research institute belong to Yunxiang. Uncle Li is not a member of the staff. Although Yunxiao has not won any awards and has not received any attention, it will be a matter of time. If anyone wants to buy him in the future The patent right in hand may be an astronomical figure by then.

In silence, He Guangyao said again: "Uncle Li, do you want to enter Yunxiang's research institute? You have talent in this field, and your salary will be four to five times your current salary."

"How can I do that? The people staying there are all scholars!"

He Guangyao was also afraid that he would be squeezed out when he went in, so after thinking about it, he laughed again and said, "That's fine, it's just Uncle Li, can you sell your patent rights to Yunxiang?"

"You don't need to buy it, just give it to you."

He Guangyao's expression became more serious when he heard the words, and he said, "Yunxiang is a big company, and you have worked hard to develop the fabric. If there is any problem at that time, Yunxiang's reputation will be greatly damaged." See Uncle Li looked distressed, but He Guangyao laughed again and said, "Uncle Li, that's it? It's a fair deal, and neither of us will suffer."

Uncle Li was originally an honest person, but he was half coaxed and half intimidated by He Guangyao, and in the end he obediently accepted all the conditions proposed by He Guangyao.

Apply for a patent, and then under the witness of the lawyer and the staff of the notary office, quickly sign the patent transfer contract.

He Guangyao gave him a lot of money, but compared to Yunxiao's real value, such a sum of money was pitifully small. It was just a matter of business. Compared with He Yuchao, He Guangyao could be called fair.

He Guangyao couldn't help gnashing his teeth when he remembered that He Yu leaked the production method of Yunxiao to his arch-rival Haolin in his last life. Afterwards, he locked the production method of Yunxiao and the patent transfer letter in a very hidden place.

After all these things were done, Yunxiao's award in France was quickly reported back to Xiangcheng. Yunxiang even made the headlines of major financial editions several times because of this, and the company's stock price also rose.

He Guangyao's behavior this time made many of Yunxiang's staff who were skeptical of him change their views.

During that time, He Guangyao was mentioned several times by the editors of the financial section of well-known portal websites, just like the second He Yuchao who used his own strength to acquire another old competing textile company in Yunxiang.

He Guangyao has always held a rational attitude towards others' overly appraised or dismissive eyes. Compared with He Yuchao, who is really capable, he just took countermeasures in advance because of his previous life experience.

Many things are different from the previous life, but some things are unavoidable, such as Quzhuang, who really wants to get Yunxiao's exclusive, so that the use of fabrics for the brand he designs can be improved to a higher level.

There are many such examples in foreign countries. Designers of first-line brands only use fabrics from a few fixed textile manufacturers, which are old and of guaranteed quality, and can make styles that others cannot. A private workshop that produces very little fabric.

Xiangcheng is advancing with the times, and Quzhuang has such avant-garde thinking, which is actually a very congratulatory thing, but no matter in the past or in the future, He Guangyao feels that it is impossible for him to hand over the exclusive right to use Yunxiao to him.