The bus from the suburbs to the city center was very slow and took nearly half an hour to arrive.
Sang Qiao finished eating a popsicle and skillfully threw two coins into the fare box before boarding the bus to the Fu's headquarters office building.
Just before boarding the bus, he had received a call from his agent, Xu Qiran.
Not knowing where Xu Qiran was, there was a lot of noise in the background of the call. "Sang Qiao, free up your afternoon. I've arranged for you to participate in a talent show. You have to come and let the director see you."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao sat at the back of the bus, yawned lazily, and said, "Brother Xu, I've been in the industry for over two years, participating in these shows would make me feel shy."
"Rubbish, you haven't even made it into the top one hundred, who knows if you've debuted at all!"
Xu Qiran decisively made the deal, sounding somewhat helpless. "This might be the last resource the company can offer you, you should cherish it."
Sang Qiao: "..."
After thinking for a while, Sang Qiao pretended to sigh and said, "Can I go later? I need to go to the west of the city right now, probably won't be back until evening."
Xu Qiran was about to explode again. "Is there anything more important than meeting the director right now?!"
Sang Qiao: Well, actually, there is something more important.
To avoid the wrath of his agent, Sang Qiao gave a meaningful look without answering.
Xu Qiran has brought Sang Qiao for so long, but he couldn't figure him out, angrily saying, "You just do it! Fine, tonight at eight, I will send you the address later, don't be late!"
Sang Qiao: "Got it! Sir!"
Xu Qiran: "..."
What kind of evil had possessed him back then? Did he really think that this little fool could become famous in the future or even become a superstar in the entertainment industry?
Thinking about it now, he really regrets his past decisions.
The normal work conversation ends.
Xu Qiran seemed to think of something else, paused for a few seconds, and asked, "By the way, have you been to the doctor regularly lately?"
Sang Qiao, concentrated on listening to an aunt in the front seat of the car talking about her son's blind dates, casually said, "No, it doesn't affect my life anyway, I don't think I need to go."
Xu Qiran: "..."
Xu Qiran: "What did Dr. Luan say?"
Sang Qiao pulled his head back, "Oh, he finally said that I wasn't cooperating with the treatment, and it would be useless for me to go, and told me to get lost."
Xu Qiran: "..."
Xu Qiran also hung up the phone and told Sang Qiao to leave as soon as possible.
Sang Qiao felt very wronged and had to leave.
He took his phone from his ear, played a game for a while, and then opened his mobile banking app, admiring the balance in his account with sparkling eyes.
The latest deposit was made last night at around eleven o'clock.
Eight million.
It formed a stark contrast with the meager balance in his account.
He left a note with the transfer: "Went to the Fu family, behave well, don't forget your roots."
Don't forget your roots.
Sang Qiao pursed his lips.
What's there to remember or forget?
The business is all between the Fu family and the Sang family, and he has no relation to the dividends.
And if it weren't for Sang Qing's sudden cancelation of the wedding, the Sang family probably wouldn't even remember that he, Sang Qiao, an illegitimate child, existed.
But it doesn't matter.
As long as there's money.
Sang Qiao looked at his eight million with satisfaction, put his phone back in his pocket, and listened intently to the aunties in the front seat talking about their unlucky children's blind date experiences.
At this time, the bus was mostly filled with retired people who loved square dancing, and young people were very rare.
Before long, the innocent gossip listener Sang Qiao successfully attracted the attention of the aunties who were discussing the relationship between zodiac signs and family conditions.
An aunt who had just been talking about her daughter breaking up with a young man from the countryside turned around and patted Sang Qiao's arm, "Young man, not going to work today?"
Sang Qiao leaned back on the seat and replied, "Just about to go to work."
The aunt asked again, "Where do you work?"
Sang Qiao casually replied, "At the Fu's."
The aunt seemed satisfied, "Are you from the north of the city? Do you have a girlfriend?"
Sang Qiao: "Just got one yesterday."
The aunt seemed very regretful, then turned back to her other friends and started gossiping again.
"Young people nowadays are really trendy. The young couple who rented my room the other day were also talking about getting a divorce. Can you guess why?"
"That's right, the girl cried and said her husband couldn't perform. Only three seconds in bed. They're getting divorced right after getting married, without any mediation, straight for a divorce."
"But we can't blame the girl. She's still so young, do you expect her to be a widow for the rest of her life?"
"Oh dear, what a disaster!"
Sang Qiao: "..."
The aunties were sitting in the back few rows of the bus, and Sang Qiao could hear every word they said clearly.
Especially the last few sentences.
Come to think of it—Sang Qing never mentioned the reason for suddenly canceling the wedding to him.
In an instant, Sang Qiao felt that he might have comprehended something profound.
Sinking into a brief state of self-reflection, Sang Qiao sat quietly for a while, then took out his phone and checked the eight million again.
Whatever.
Fu Xingzhou cannot make it, that's it.
Sang Qiao considered himself a good person, after reaching an understanding under the influence of money and power.
He decided that no matter how bad Fu Xingzhou became in the future, he must never mock the other party.
After all, Sang Qiao had also heard from Xu Qiran before, that the richer a man is, the stronger his self-esteem.
The stronger the self-esteem, the less likely he is to accept his own failure.
Sigh. It's also pitiful.
Fortunately, he didn't expect to rely on Fu Xingzhou for a good personal life.
Sang Qiao sincerely sympathized with Fu Xingzhou for a second, then deftly dodged off the bus upon hearing the announcement of the next stop.
The location where the bus stopped was not too close to the Fu Group.
Sang Qiao tugged at his clothes, raised his head, and looked over the central plaza in front of the station, catching sight of the Fu Group headquarters building in the central CBD.
The unique and distinctive design of the over 100-story building was accentuated by the glass curtain wall reflecting a cold, refractive sensation in the afternoon sun.
From time to time, well-dressed office workers with luxury coats and Starbuck's cups passed by Sang Qiao's side with an imposing aura.
Don't ask.
When you ask, the answer is: it's because they're rich.
Sang Qiao looked up at the Fu Group building, and pulled out his phone.
Finding the number sent to him by Sang last night, he dialled it tremblingly.
After a few beeps.
The call went through.
A voice with a particularly polite and cultured tone came from the other end: "Hello."
Sang Qiao hurriedly said, "Hello, hello! Mr. Fu, I am the... Sang Qiao."
The voice on the other end laughed, "Hello, Mr. Sang, I am Mr. Fu's assistant. You can call me Raven or Assistant Wen."
Sang Qiao nodded honestly, "Oh, hello Assistant Wen, is this your number?"
Raven was very polite, "Yes. Chairman Sang contacted me yesterday and said that you would be coming today. When do you think you'll arrive?"
Sang Qiao rubbed his face, "Oh, it's actually quite awkward, I'm downstairs now."
Raven: "..."
After a few minutes.
Assistant Wen came downstairs, and led Sang Qiao back to the Fu Group headquarters.
The Fu Group headquarters was equipped with sixteen elevators in total, in addition to the two elevators used exclusively by the CEO, there was also an executive elevator.
Along the way, many Fu Group employees came over to greet Raven with smiles on their faces, and their curious looks scanned over Sang Qiao.
In contrast to the well-dressed Raven, Sang Qiao, who was standing there awkwardly, did not quite fit the overall atmosphere of the Fu Group.
Unfortunately, Sang Qiao was thick-skinned by nature.
Not only did he look back with a smile, but he even reached out and poked Raven with a finger, and very politely said, "Assistant Wen, can I ask you a question?"
Raven maintained his official smile and politely helped Sang Qiao press the elevator button, "Of course, go ahead and ask."
Sang Qiao blinked, "Are all your employees fully covered by the five insurance and one gold?"
Raven: "..."
Before Raven could answer, the elevator doors opened.
The entire CEO's office area lay in front of Sang Qiao.
The long and spacious corridor was carpeted with thick soundproofing carpets.
In a Chinese style, the decor was simple and clear, with almost no extra decorations except for a few precious traditional Chinese landscape paintings on the walls.
Raven led Sang Qiao to the door of the lounge, about to invite him inside, but the door of the adjacent room was pushed open first.
Almost simultaneously.
A face that perfectly matched the current top aesthetic in the entertainment industry peeked out from behind the door.
Seeing Assistant Wen, the man immediately smiled and said, "Raven, you have to help me persuade my brother to lend me... who is this?"
Sang Qiao respectfully looked at the person in front of him, adjusted his expression to a commercial one for a second, reached out his hand and grinned, "Senior Yi, hello, my name is Sang Qiao."
Yi Chu's popularity was at its peak and he was not surprised to be recognized by Sang Qiao, "The marriage partner that the Sang family sent to replace my brother at the last moment?"
Look, they're not even married yet.
Fu Xingzhou's family and friends all knew that he was a substitute player.
Sang Qiao was calm and unruffled, as steady as an old dog.
It was Raven standing next to him who couldn't help but interject, "Young Master Chu, please be cautious with your words."
Yi Chugang just casually said a word without much thought, and felt a bit inappropriate after saying it, extending his hand to shake Sang Qiao's hand and saying, "Sorry, I didn't mean to pick on you. But you and my brother are really..."
Yi Chugang swallowed the rest of the sentence, looked at Sang Qiao again, and said, "Never mind, you just called me senior earlier, are you also in the entertainment industry?"
Sang Qiao waved his hand, "I'm a bit confused. Could the senior please sign something for me?"
Yi Chugang said, "Sign something? No problem, but I don't have a pen, do you?"
Raven opened the glass door of the lounge and said gently, "Mr. Fu has an overseas financing meeting this afternoon, it shouldn’t be over yet. Mr. Sang, please wait inside for a moment. There are paper and pen on the table."
The spacious and clean lounge in the president's office area.
In addition to the paper and pen mentioned by Raven, all office supplies are readily available.
Sang Qiao skillfully leaned over the printer, connected his phone, and quickly printed out a stack of photos.
Then, with a joyful step, he placed the photos in front of Yi Chugang.
Yi Chugang: "..."
Yi Chugang was shocked, "You want me to sign all of these?"
Sang Qiao clasped his hands together, emotionally reading, "Senior Yi, you don't know, everyone in our company really likes you. But the company is too small, nobody has the opportunity to meet you. I didn't expect to be so lucky today!"
Yi Chugang: "..."
The first sentence they exchanged was somewhat hurtful, and Yi Chugang felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart.
He rubbed his perfectly styled hair in frustration, then leaned down and said, "Okay, okay, do you want to take a photo together?"
Sang Qiao: "No need!"
Yi Chugang: ??
The new people nowadays are really strange. Instead of taking a photo with a popular star and posting it on social media for popularity, they only care about getting a signature. Oh well. He just doesn't understand.
Yi Chugang begrudgingly signed thirty to forty photos.
Then he looked at Sang Qiao carefully blowing dry the words on the photos at the other end of the table, finally feeling a bit curious, "Which company are you from?"
Sang Qiao neatly organized the photos and turned to Yi Chugang with a smile, "A small company, you probably don't know it. Thank you, Senior Yi, for signing. Can I go to the restroom?"
Yi Chugang: "..."
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Yi Chugang somehow felt like he was being used and then discarded.
Yi Chugang: "Go ahead."
Sang Qiao immediately took the signed photos and ran off.
The hygiene area on the executive office floor also had dedicated staff for cleaning, not only was it spacious and well-decorated, but it also had a faint fragrance in the air.
Sang Qiao opened a stall, sat on the toilet seat, and happily looked over the signed photos while they were still warm.
Then he took out his phone from his pocket and unlocked the screen.
There were several hundred unread messages on WeChat.
Apart from Xu Qiran sending the address to meet the director in the evening, most of the messages were from various cute, girlish, pink profile pictures.
Sang Qiao touched his nose, and opened the top message.
Guozi is not raccoon: My darling! Will you take a pick-up order? Airport pick-up!
WoodM: Who?
Guozi is not raccoon: Chuchu!
Guozi is not raccoon: His fans are enough, you don't need to follow him, the fans just want to find a good-looking male fan to stir up a topic.
WoodM: ...
Guozi is not raccoon: Six thousand.
WoodM: I accept!
WoodM: By the way, I also have thirty-two signed photos of Yi Chugang. Authentic, fifty yuan each, not including postage, hard-core fans, muscular man hearts jg
The author has something to say: Sang Qiao: What has blinded my eyes?
Sang Qiao: Ah, it's money!
Fu Xingzhou: My wife said I'm not good enough before meeting her. I will remember this grudge.
Fu Xingzhou: The first person my wife meets is not me, I will also remember this grudge.
--September 13, 2019, Let's start! A light-hearted and funny story, super amusing, suitable for releasing pressure and enjoying sweet moments. The protagonist's personality has problems, being a street tough civilian type, paired with the refined, capable and knowledgeable domineering boss’s style. When the chapter is out, let's see!