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Chapter 11 Artist?
Because Shen Kaixing had something to do at night, Qiao Le didn't go to the bookstore at night. He bought two scarves after eating casually outside before returning home. As soon as Qiao Le walked to the door, the door was opened from the inside. Qiao Shan was wearing a thick cotton coat and a cotton cap. Getting ready to go out.
"Why didn't even make a sound when I came back, I was scared to death!" Qiao Shan roared, and a piece of ash fell off the cigarette he was holding, "I went out to play cards, and I won't come back at night."
"Well, good." Qiao Le nodded, and handed the bag to Qiao Shan, "The scarf I bought for you, it's windy outside, wrap it around."
Qiao Shan looked at Qiao Le's nose that was red from the cold and didn't say a word. He took the scarf casually and wrapped it around his neck, and tucked his hands into his sleeves, "I'm leaving."
Qiao Shan's slightly hunched back made Qiao Le's eyes a little sour. His memory of what his adoptive father looked like ten years ago is already very vague, but he remembered that Qiao Shan would take care of himself meticulously and do things very seriously at that time. , I vaguely remember that Qiao Shan used to be an excellent lawyer.
It turns out that a person can have two ways of living, making himself two completely different types of people.
Qiao Le didn't wash up in a hurry, and concentrated on looking at the materials he bought today. This semester is coming to an end, and he can apply for a junior college entrance examination in the next semester. He has saved tuition fees for a year, and he must take the entrance examination for a school in a foreign city , To get out of here, he has to work harder to ensure nothing goes wrong.
Qiao Le was doing the test questions when the phone rang suddenly. Qiao Le was startled. He looked at the strange number on it, hesitated for a while and watched the other party hang up. When it rang, it was the same number just now, and Qiao Le pressed the answer button.
——This is Qiao Le's quirk. He will not answer an unfamiliar number until he calls it a second time.
"Is it Jole?"
Wen Shiyan's voice was a little more magnetic through the microphone. Although it was different from his original voice, Qiao Le could tell who it was right away.
"Yes, Mr. Wen, are you okay?"
Qiao Le didn't expect that Wen Shiyan would call him, and he didn't even think that Wen Shiyan had his mobile phone number. Could it be that he left something in the afternoon?
Qiao Le didn't think much, looked at the information, and quickly calculated with the pen in his hand.
"You don't need to say 'you', just say 'you'." Wen Shiyan never thought of getting close to Qiao Le, but such an honorific name as Qiao Le would make him feel that he is already in his [-]s, "Do you want to come to Shengxing to do it?" Are you an artist? I think you have the potential to be an artist. It's not special treatment, it's a suggestion from the lady at the front desk, I think you can do it."
Wen Shiyan was afraid that Qiao Le would think too much, so he added a few more words. His company is now in need of people, and Qiao Le is definitely a good seed.
"Artist? Celebrity?" The pencil rustled on the draft paper, and Qiao Le refused without thinking, "No, thank you...you and that front desk lady, I'm not interested in this."
"The salary of an artist is very high, and it may even surpass me. You will become famous, and it will be of great benefit to you."
As a businessman, Wen Shiyan knew how to seduce people, especially people in need like Qiao Le, but unexpectedly, Qiao Le's attitude was very firm, and he rejected him more quickly than last time.
"My current job is very good, and I don't want to be famous. Goodbye, Mr. Wen."
After Qiao Le finished speaking, he hung up the phone. He knew that what Wen Shiyan said was true, but becoming a star meant becoming a public figure. Everything about him would be exposed to the audience. If he lived like this If he is put in front of the public and pointed at, he might go crazy.
"……goodbye."
Wen Shiyan laughed while holding the phone that was hung up. Qiao Le was definitely the one who hung up on him the fastest, and he was also careless when talking to him just now.
Very good and very special.
"Why didn't even make a sound when I came back, I was scared to death!" Qiao Shan roared, and a piece of ash fell off the cigarette he was holding, "I went out to play cards, and I won't come back at night."
"Well, good." Qiao Le nodded, and handed the bag to Qiao Shan, "The scarf I bought for you, it's windy outside, wrap it around."
Qiao Shan looked at Qiao Le's nose that was red from the cold and didn't say a word. He took the scarf casually and wrapped it around his neck, and tucked his hands into his sleeves, "I'm leaving."
Qiao Shan's slightly hunched back made Qiao Le's eyes a little sour. His memory of what his adoptive father looked like ten years ago is already very vague, but he remembered that Qiao Shan would take care of himself meticulously and do things very seriously at that time. , I vaguely remember that Qiao Shan used to be an excellent lawyer.
It turns out that a person can have two ways of living, making himself two completely different types of people.
Qiao Le didn't wash up in a hurry, and concentrated on looking at the materials he bought today. This semester is coming to an end, and he can apply for a junior college entrance examination in the next semester. He has saved tuition fees for a year, and he must take the entrance examination for a school in a foreign city , To get out of here, he has to work harder to ensure nothing goes wrong.
Qiao Le was doing the test questions when the phone rang suddenly. Qiao Le was startled. He looked at the strange number on it, hesitated for a while and watched the other party hang up. When it rang, it was the same number just now, and Qiao Le pressed the answer button.
——This is Qiao Le's quirk. He will not answer an unfamiliar number until he calls it a second time.
"Is it Jole?"
Wen Shiyan's voice was a little more magnetic through the microphone. Although it was different from his original voice, Qiao Le could tell who it was right away.
"Yes, Mr. Wen, are you okay?"
Qiao Le didn't expect that Wen Shiyan would call him, and he didn't even think that Wen Shiyan had his mobile phone number. Could it be that he left something in the afternoon?
Qiao Le didn't think much, looked at the information, and quickly calculated with the pen in his hand.
"You don't need to say 'you', just say 'you'." Wen Shiyan never thought of getting close to Qiao Le, but such an honorific name as Qiao Le would make him feel that he is already in his [-]s, "Do you want to come to Shengxing to do it?" Are you an artist? I think you have the potential to be an artist. It's not special treatment, it's a suggestion from the lady at the front desk, I think you can do it."
Wen Shiyan was afraid that Qiao Le would think too much, so he added a few more words. His company is now in need of people, and Qiao Le is definitely a good seed.
"Artist? Celebrity?" The pencil rustled on the draft paper, and Qiao Le refused without thinking, "No, thank you...you and that front desk lady, I'm not interested in this."
"The salary of an artist is very high, and it may even surpass me. You will become famous, and it will be of great benefit to you."
As a businessman, Wen Shiyan knew how to seduce people, especially people in need like Qiao Le, but unexpectedly, Qiao Le's attitude was very firm, and he rejected him more quickly than last time.
"My current job is very good, and I don't want to be famous. Goodbye, Mr. Wen."
After Qiao Le finished speaking, he hung up the phone. He knew that what Wen Shiyan said was true, but becoming a star meant becoming a public figure. Everything about him would be exposed to the audience. If he lived like this If he is put in front of the public and pointed at, he might go crazy.
"……goodbye."
Wen Shiyan laughed while holding the phone that was hung up. Qiao Le was definitely the one who hung up on him the fastest, and he was also careless when talking to him just now.
Very good and very special.
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