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yan groupâs branch company in beijing
when yan chi received fu qinyuanâs call, he was having a headache over the show that was going to be held a few days later. it was called a show, but it was actually a jewelry exhibition. because of the typhoon, a batch of jewelry displayed overseas might not be able to arrive in beijing on time.
transporting jewelry from other places never met the standards.
because it was a mid-autumn exhibition, the designs were more modern and modern. if they didnât fit the theme, it was fine. but if they were all changed, even the clothes that the models wore would have to be changed.
he was thinking of calling the qiao family. they had a lot of jade and high-quality jewelry. they had a lot of ancient-style jewelry and should be able to deal with emergencies.
âlittle uncle?â qiao zhichu picked up the phone.
yan chi was song fengwanâs younger brother and qiao xiyanâs cousin. naturally, he would call him uncle.
âhave you been busy recently?â yan chi still asked tactfully.
they were a family, so qiao zhichu didnât stand on ceremony with him and spoke his mind.
â iâve been so busy. i took a job a while ago and didnât sleep for two days. iâve been working overtime recently. my parents went out to give gifts for the mid-autumn festival, so iâm working alone at home. â
yan chi furrowed his brows. â whereâs your grandfather? â he was naturally referring to qiao wangbei.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âhe had an old friend who passed away, so he went to pay his respects.â qiao zhichu was standing in the courtyard, a fine carving knife dancing between his fingers. â whatâs the matter? â
qiao wangbei was in charge of everything in the qiao family. if he wasnât at home, this wouldnât work out.
ânothing. i just wanted to ask when you would come to the capital.â
âdidnât the jing familyâs garden only open after the mid-autumn festival? iâm just about to give the sculpted thing to that client, so how about a week later?â
â what kind of client would need you to personally send him to the capital? â
âa friend.â qiao zhichu scoffed. â since youâre fine, iâll hang up first. i still have to go to the machine room. â
âalright,â he said.
after hanging up the phone, yan chiâs head hurt.
his assistant, who was standing at the side, said in a low voice, â why donât we change the jewelry and clothes? itâs not too late to change it now, manager jiang is already coordinating it. â
yan chi squinted his eyes and didnât say anything. it was at this time that fu qinyuan called.
âhello, yingluo.â
âuncle, iâm not done yet. letâs meet up tonight?â
âthereâs something else.â yan chi had always been reluctant to bring work into his life.
â iâll treat her to dinner tonight. itâs a formal greeting for her. â
jing xingyao ...
the jing family!
yan chiâs eyes lit up. how could he have forgotten about the jing family? the jing family had a lot of collections. because sheng aiyi was singing beijing opera, there might be a lot of ancient styles and antiques. maybe they could really solve the urgent need.
he was quite close to jing hanchuan, so he called him directly ...
jiang er had gone crazy. he didnât know that the typhoon had left, but he had turned around and gone back, causing the companyâs plan to be delayed. now, he didnât even dare to see yan chi.
that little brat would probably glare him to death.
his eyes were as scary as his dead-faced fatherâs.
usually, he wasnât afraid of yan chi at all. wasnât this because he didnât coordinate well? itâs simply terrible!
as soon as this kid arrived in the capital, he rejected all the drafts of the venueâs layout that he had approved.
âyouâve been with my sister for so long, but why is your taste still the same as it was 20 years ago?â
the hell, wasnât this indirectly calling him old-fashioned?
this kid was as annoying as his father.
in the end, he had dissed him at work and treated him to a drink after work. he smiled and said, â âyouâre also a senior. you should know that work is work, and life is life. you shouldnât bring your work emotions into private, right?â
this was like a slap to his face, and he still had to smile and say that it didnât matter.
he was not as good as yan wangchuan. after all, he was a man of his words and deeds, unlike this kid who was very black-hearted.
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when the group of people came out for dinner that night, duan yinuo was the most excited one, especially when she found out that fu qinyuan and jing xingyao were together. her pupils dilated and she almost spat out the water in her mouth.
âdamn, when did you two get together?â
âthatâs not good enough, you hid it so well?â
âhey, brother, did you know?â
she reached out to pat duan yiyan, who was standing beside her. he only gave her an idiotic look. he looked around and said, â i guess youâre the only one who doesnât know. â
â how could it be possible that iâm the only one who just found out? i ... â duan yinuo was also sizing up the people around her. at this time, huai sheng was also there. she immediately rushed over, and huai sheng hurriedly retreated. that feeling ...
it was as if they were hiding from some great flood or ferocious beast!
this girl from the duan family was too enthusiastic, and huaisheng was a little afraid of her.