At noon the next day, Shen Jia Nian got on the flight to Beicheng alone. This was the result of discussion between the two.
The hospital is inseparable from relatives. If Zhou Ruo is hospitalized alone, even if there is a nurse, it is not so appropriate after all, but there is no need for two people to be there, so Shen Jia Nian came to Beicheng as planned.
Shen Jia Nian did not plan to stay in the Pei family's villa without Pei Che by her side. Before boarding the plane, she searched for hotels near the Grand Theater on her mobile phone and booked a double bed room.
At five past two in the afternoon, the plane landed at Beicheng Airport on time.
Shen Jia Nian brought very few things, only two changes of clothes and some travel-sized skin care products. He saved the time of waiting for his luggage and left directly from the airport and took a taxi to the hotel.
She only ate some snacks on the plane. When Shen Jianian arrived at the hotel, she was a little hungry and ordered a takeout. After taking a shower, the takeout was delivered just in time.
Shen Jianian put the takeout on the round table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window when Pei Che called.
"Are you at the hotel?" Pei Che's clear voice came over, he had calculated the time and called specifically to greet him.
"I just arrived not long ago and I'm eating."
Shen Jianian held disposable chopsticks in her hands and looked out at the scenery outside through the glass window, because this was the city that carried her memories of growing up. Even facing the boring high-rise buildings, she still had a long-lost sense of intimacy.
Pei Che asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"It's too hot, so I ordered some cold noodles." Shen Jianian said as he took out the lunch box from the bag. "The boss put a lot of minced beef and cucumber shreds. Judging from the appearance, the taste should not be bad."
Pei Che laughed softly.
"Auntie, are you feeling better today?" Shen Jianian tilted his head, holding the phone between his cheek and shoulder, freeing his hand to open the lid of the lunch box, and the scent filled his nostrils.
"Much better. We will arrange for her to have a detailed examination later." Pei Che did not go to the company today and stayed in the hospital to accompany Zhou Ruo for various examinations.
Hearing the sound of eating noodles, Pei Che was about to end the call: "You can eat, I won't disturb you anymore."
"Well, I'll contact you if anything happens."
Pei Che paused, but did not hang up the phone immediately. He said in a clear tone, "Come back early after the concert. I'll wait for you."
Shen Jianian: "Okay."
Pei Che reminded her: "We have made an appointment to try on wedding dresses on the 19th."
Shen Jianian smiled, she had not forgotten this matter: "I wrote it down in the memo."
*
At the same time, a plane bound for Yicheng took off, and among the first-class passengers were the powerful people of Junshan.
More than two hours later, the plane landed in Yicheng. The driver sent by the subsidiary company to pick up the plane had been waiting in the parking lot to take Fu Jichen and his assistant to Rose Manor.
In the car, Song Fang's cell phone rang, and when he saw a series of familiar numbers, he immediately had one head and two big numbers. He pressed the reject button and stuffed the phone back into his pocket.
After a while, the phone rang again.
Song Fang was afraid of disturbing Fu Jichen, who was concentrating with his eyes closed, so he quickly took out his phone and set it to vibrate as a reminder. Then, the phone buzzed one after another.
He wanted to mute the call, but he was worried about missing an important business call, which gave him a headache.
Fu Jichen couldn't pretend he didn't hear this noise. He opened his eyelids, cleared his throat, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Song Fang, who was sitting in the passenger seat in front, turned around, put on a wry smile, and said in a very helpless tone: "It's still the reporter from "Chenyang Daily" who wants to invite you for an exclusive interview. He calls me every three days. He is also persistent. I told her what you meant, but she didn’t give up.”
Fu Jichen didn't comment on this and turned to look out the car window.
Song Fang turned back and sat down, looking at the vibrating mobile phone in his hand, and sighed silently. The other party was a media worker after all, so it was not good for him to directly sue someone. If he had to ask for help in the future, it would not be worth offending him.
He hung up the other party's call again, thought for a moment, edited a text message and sent it.
"Reporter Lin, our boss is not in Beicheng and is on a business trip to Yicheng."
The trip to Yicheng was a last-minute decision. I was supposed to go to Yan Qiusheng's concert tomorrow night. Last week, Yan Qiusheng sent tickets to his boss, put them in an envelope and mailed them to the front desk of Junshan Group headquarters.
In the past three years, the two have maintained close contact and are considered friends.
The reporter quickly sent back a message: "It doesn't matter. I can go to Yicheng. I only need to occupy Chen for one hour. If that's not possible, half an hour is fine."
Song Fang held his forehead, a little speechless, and replied: "Mr. Chen himself has no intention to be interviewed."
Reporter Lin did not reply again. Song Fang thought that she should give up the idea and gave up the idea. As a result, in the afternoon of the next day, he accompanied Mr. Chen to return to Qiangwei Manor after finishing his errands, and saw Reporter Lin outside the door.
He is twenty-seven or eighty years old, with neat short hair, the ends of which are just brushed to the tip of his chin. He is wearing a white POLO short-sleeved shirt, paired with a casual thin suit, with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Below he is dark blue jeans, white wide Wearing leather shoes and carrying a dark brown tote bag, he stood under the dense sycamore tree. After waiting for an unknown amount of time, sweat wetted the hair on his cheeks. He folded his arms with his hands and hung his head slightly.
Hearing the sound of a car approaching, Reporter Lin raised his head and saw a Mercedes-Benz. He immediately cheered up and felt that the person he was waiting for might be sitting in this car.
The car started to slow down in front of the fence gate. Reporter Lin mustered up the courage to step forward and shouted through the car window: "Hello, Mr. Fu, I am Lin Shuang, a reporter from "Chenyang Daily". I want to interview you. I don't know if I can." Can I take up a little of your time? I’ll just ask a few questions.”
Song Fang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was really worried about her. Not many media dared to rush up to her like this.
Fu Jichen raised his hand, and the driver stopped the car and lowered the side window.
Lin Shuang's face was filled with joy, she bent down, her tone became more respectful, and she said to Fu Jichen: "I won't delay you for too long. I heard that Junshan has invested a lot in charity in recent years and will launch an autonomous driving project at the end of the year. For this purpose, There’s more than one technology company, and I want to talk to you about both.”
Song Fang was slightly stunned. It seemed that she had done her homework in advance. The decision-making meeting for the autonomous driving project was just held at the beginning of the month to determine the general direction. At present, not many people in the industry know about it, let alone outsiders.
The air was quiet for a few seconds before Fu Jichen said: "Go in and talk."
Lin Shuang was actually far less calm than she looked on the surface. Her back was wet with sweat, and the hand holding the handle of the bag was also covered in sweat. When she heard this, she was stunned for two seconds, and then she confirmed in disbelief: "You agreed to be interviewed by me?"
Fu Jichen didn't say yes or no, and the car window went up.
The door of the passenger seat opened, Song Fang got out, glanced at Lin Shuang, and whispered: "Don't be stunned, get in the car, you have to walk a long way to get in."
After Lin Shuang sat in the passenger seat, Song Fang sat in the back seat.
The car restarted and slowly drove into Rose Manor. Lin Shuang firmly remembered the purpose of this trip and did not dare to slack off at all. However, after entering the manor, she could not control her eyes and looked out the car window. At first, she only dared to glance with her peripheral vision, but later her eyes were attracted by the scenery in the manor. Attracted, I turned my head, and when I saw the stretches of roses, I could only feel amazed.
This was the first time she saw so many roses. It would be hard to describe them as "a mountain of roses." The various colors and varieties were dazzling.
In the early years, I had heard that Fu Jichen had bought a manor in Yicheng. The luxurious decoration was secondary, but the colorful roses were the wonder. Especially in spring and summer, when all the roses were in bloom, the beauty was beyond description.
Not many people can see this scene. Those who can only peek inside through the fence gate.
The car stopped under the porch, and Lin Shuang reluctantly looked away.
*
Beicheng, at 6:30 pm, Shen Jianian left the hotel and headed to the Grand Theater.
Many media reporters were squatting at the entrance, setting up long guns and short cannons. It was no less than a scene where celebrities walked on the red carpet. Everyone wanted to get first-hand reports.
Shen Jianian lined up with other spectators who came to watch the concert to check in and find their own seat to sit down. It was in the fifth row in the middle, which was an excellent location.
The seat on the left that originally belonged to Pei Che, but he couldn't come and transferred his ticket to someone else online. Now sitting here is a young lady.
The seat to Shen Jianian's right was empty. The concert was about to start, but no one had come over yet.
According to the sold-out situation, the only available seats at the venue are because the people who grabbed the tickets are temporarily unable to come, just like Pei Che.
The lights in the venue dimmed, which meant that the concert was about to begin. Shen Jia Nian sat upright. She had not seen Yan Qiusheng's live performance for a long time, and her excitement was indescribable.
Finally, the black velvet curtains opened to both sides, and Yan Qiusheng appeared in front of the audience, dressed in an elegant and expensive tuxedo, sitting on a black wooden chair, with the cello leaning in front of him and holding a bow. There was a piano nearby, and a woman about his age was accompanying him.
There was warm applause from the audience.
After a few seconds, the applause gradually stopped. Yan Qiusheng stood up holding the cello. Without any extra remarks, he glanced at the audience with a smile. He just said thank you for coming to listen to his concert, and then calmly sat down and raised his arms. , put the bow on the strings.
The cello and piano accompaniment work seamlessly together, reverberating over the hall and flowing into the hearts of every audience member.
This is the real listening enjoyment. Shen Jianian's excitement calmed down in the long and distant melody, and she fully felt the shock brought to her by the world-class cellist.
Until the concert ended successfully, no one took the seat to Shen Jianian's right.
After the show ended, Shen Jianian left the venue in an orderly manner with the other audience members. She caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the bustling crowd, which seemed to be Bai Changxia. She was unsure and was stunned for a second before opening her mouth to call the other person's name: "Xia Xia!"
If Fu Da was not on a business trip, his seat would be the one to the right of Jianian..._(:з)∠)_
