Spear Teacher

Chapter 179

"Get lost."

Just as Qi Yu finished speaking and was about to pull Jiang Qiyu away, Mr. Qiao, who was sitting in the main seat, rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily:

"What did I teach you when you were a child? Solve your own problems."

After saying that, he waved his hand impatiently at him:

"I have something else to do with Qiyu. If you have nothing to do, go to the living room to play with Qiao Xinxin."

"..."

Qi Yu had been scolded countless times since he was a child, and of course he didn't take it to heart this time.

I ignored the impatient Mr. Qiao, but turned his head to look at her seriously:

"Do you want to go?"

"..."

But Jiang Qiyu knew nothing about this.

She looked at Qi Yu, then turned her head to look at the old man who was trying to smile at her, and tentatively said:

"How about I... go and listen?"

As soon as she said this, Mr. Qiao immediately stood up from his chair.

Squeezed between the two, he pushed Qi Yu, who looked unhappy, away with his butt, and happily pulled Jiang Qiyu to the third floor.

Qiao Jiangyun seemed to be accustomed to this, and said nothing when he passed by Qi Yu.

He just patted his stiff shoulder gently.

——

As soon as he entered the study, Jiang Qiyu saw Mr. Qiao dragging Qiao Jiangyun, who was following behind, in a mysterious way.

Then he locked the door with his backhand.

"......"

She sat on the single sofa in the study, staring at the two men in front of her, one old and one older.

"That..."

"Shh——"

Jiang Qiyu was about to speak, but was stopped by Mr. Qiao, and then the grandfather and the grandfather continued to look at her with their arms folded.

It made her back hairy.

"No..."

She couldn't help it, and just when she wanted to sit up with her arms propped up, she was blocked by Qiao Jiangyun, who had a serious face.

"......"

Soon, her patience ran out.

The few politeness and modesty she had gradually disappeared, and she frowned and looked at the two people:

"I'll charge you if you watch me again."

But who would have thought that when she got angry, the two of them instantly relaxed their brows and smiled at each other.

"Yes!"

"That's the feeling!"

Old Master Qiao walked around to the tea table and sat down, exchanging glances with his son.

Qiao Jiangyun immediately understood, sat opposite Jiang Qiyu with a sullen face, and spoke to her with a serious expression:

"Ms. Jiang, have you considered your future career plan?"

"......What plan?"

"Career plan."

Qiao Jiangyun looked serious and didn't seem to be pretending, and went straight to the point:

"We have investigated your family background and work background, Miss Jiang. To be honest, you are not suitable for the industry of actors."

"......"

It is one thing to know that your acting skills are poor, but it is another thing to hear others say it out of their own mouths.

Her face darkened again, "What does Mr. Qiao mean by this?"

Qiao Jiangyun saw her displeasure, but his expression was still calm:

"Ms. Jiang, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to look down on you at all, I just want to ask if you have considered other careers..."

As he said that, he handed over the contract that he had prepared long ago from under the coffee table.

"..."

Jiang Qiyu was a little suspicious and took a look at the terms on it...

Half a minute later——

"You want to support me?!"

"Puff——"

When she said this, Mr. Qiao, who was sipping tea with his ears propped up, couldn't hold it anymore.

A mouthful of hot tea sprayed all over the leaves of the green plants beside him.

Without even bothering to wipe his mouth, he suddenly stood up and glared at her with a fierce face:

"Girl, what are you talking about!"

"..."

Jiang Qiyu curled her lips while holding the contract in her hand:

"Isn't that what it means? Let me go to the old house in H City three times a month, and give me..."

She stretched out her fingers to count the 0s on the contract:

"One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand... eight million?"

Throwing the contract back on the table, Jiang Qiyu curled the corners of her lips slightly: "If it's not a sponsorship, is it charity?"

"Miss Jiang, you may have misunderstood."

Qiao Jiangyun took the contract slowly and explained seriously:

"I know this request may be a bit abrupt, but Miss Jiang and my sister Wanyi are indeed very similar."

"But my sister died unexpectedly 20 years ago. For various reasons, her only child is left outside. We only know that it is a girl, but we haven't received any news about her in 20 years. My father..."

Speaking of this, Qiao Jiangyun paused.

Qiao Lao next to himThe old man made a painful expression at the right time:

"My Wanyi..."

"This contract has no other meaning," fearing that his father would be too pretentious, Qiao Jiangyun immediately took back the initiative:

"I just want to ask Miss Jiang to occasionally accompany my father as Wanyi's daughter, which can be regarded as the wish of our family."

After Qiao Jiangyun finished speaking, before Jiang Qiyu could react, the old man Qiao raised his voice again:

"Wanyi--"

"Is this considered... a part-time daughter?"

Looking at the father and son singing in unison in front of him, Jiang Qiyu was still a little skeptical about this career plan.

Always felt that something was wrong with this matter.

But the ups and downs of the old man Qiao's crying and sobbing, as well as Qiao Jiangyun's upright temperament, did not seem to be lying.

Besides, even if he was lying to her.

With the identities of these two people, what did they want to spend eight million?

"Miss Jiang, how about this,"

Seeing her hesitation, Qiao Jiangyun took the initiative to make the next best choice:

"This contract is always valid. You can go back and think about it first. This is my business card. You can always ask us if you have any request."

Jiang Qiyu took the business card with a confused look on her face and nodded:

"Then I...consider it?"

"Wan Yi (↘)~~~~"

Frightened by the old man's sudden crying, she swallowed and looked at the door:

"Then I will..."

"Wan Yi (↗)~~~~"

Qiao Jiangyun has always behaved very gentlemanly, and took the initiative to stand up and open the door of the study for her:

"Miss Jiang, this is our secret."

"Yeah."

Jiang Qiyu immediately stepped out quickly, leaving the old man who was still crying in the study and his helpless son looking at each other.

"Wan Yi--"

"Stop pretending, the person is gone."

Hearing the sound of the study door being locked again, Mr. Qiao, who was originally immersed in grief and unable to extricate himself, immediately stood up.

There was not a single tear on his face.

The old man straightened his clothes and looked at his son with a slant:

"How was your father's performance just now?"

Qiao Jiangyun didn't give him any face:

"Not very good."

"Tsk, you kid have the nerve to say that to me?"

The old man curled his lips, slowly poured himself a cup of tea, and his tone suddenly slowed down:

"Do you think she can believe this? Eight million is not much?"

Qiao Jiangyun just lowered his eyes and looked at the contract on the table, and replied lightly:

"I don't know, not much."

Taking a sip of tea, the old man sighed:

"What a pity... Otherwise, it would be just a report, why would there be so many twists and turns."