The next morning, the gate of Linshan Temple will open, and the morning light shines on the temple plaque.
The four characters "Mahatma Palace" shine brightly in the sunlight.
As soon as the temple door opened, the monks attending morning classes in the main hall saw a man wearing a black down jacket standing outside.
The pine-shaped crane bone is an extraordinary instrument.
Between breaths, mist forms around you.
In the past few days, the weather in Beijing and Hong Kong has been freezing, breaking the lowest temperature in previous years. Even the urban areas with high-rise buildings are freezing and windy, let alone the mountains and forests like Linshan Temple.
The raccoon fur on the brim of the man's black down jacket swayed in the cold wind.
No fixed place.
"Mr. Lu, the host invites you."
In the Zen room of the main hall, the host stood beside the table, holding an ink block in his hand to grind ink.
When he saw someone coming, he turned the brush in front of him and handed it to Lu Jing'an: "Mr. Lu."
The man took it and wrote two lines on the red paper.
Submit to host.
The monks chanting sutras in the hall only knew that today the gate of the mountain would be opened, welcoming Lu Jing'an, the richest man in Beijing and Hong Kong. When the man came in, he had a sad face. When he came out of the meditation room, he held an ever-bright lamp in his hand and offered it to Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Many years later, when the relationship between Hua Nong and Lu Jing'an reached a freezing point, and when they were swinging back and forth, Chu Mi told her that it would be better to ask the heaven and earth than to ask herself.
The two met at Linshan Temple to ask for divination, and the latter brought her to this ever-burning lamp.
In an instant, Huanong realized that the answer had already been there, but she couldn't see it.
........
At half past seven, Lu Jing'an returned to Puyun Mountain from Linshan Temple. Huanong was still sleeping, and the man had just entered the bathroom on the first floor to wash his hands with hot water.
Quinlan comes in.
"Sir, the Yamaguchi guard said that Wei Shi is here and wants to see his wife."
Weishi?
Okay, okay, if he doesn't go to find someone, they will come to him on their own.
"Let her in."
When Wei Shi came in, people in the yard were busy. The road on the top of the mountain was icy in winter, and everyone was solving the problem.
In Puyun Mountain, the heating is on, which is completely different from the cold weather outside.
"Ms. Wei, wait a moment. Sir, you will be down in a moment."
"Director Lu?" Wei Shi was surprised.
"Yes," Quinlan nodded.
Hearing Lu Jing'an's name, Wei Shi's heart skipped a beat. She came to see Huanong.
I am not ready to meet Lu Jingan yet.
In the master bedroom on the second floor, Lu Jingan gently opened the door and went in. He glanced at Huanong, who was still sleeping, and covered her with the quilt.
In a daze, Huanong woke up: "What time is it?"
"Seven-thirty, it's still early, go back to sleep."
"Yeah! Where's the cheese?"
"I'll bring it up for you." The man went downstairs, picked up the sleeping cat in the cat's nest, and put it on Huanong's bed. After settling everything, he went downstairs.
In the tea room, Wei Shi could not sit still.
When he saw Lu Jing'an coming, he stood up like a primary school student seeing his dean, "Mr. Lu."
Lu Jing'an hummed, looked at the person and asked, "Did you see the presentation when you came in?"
"I saw it."
Huanong didn't want to give a presentation, so Lu Jingan threw him at the mountain gate to look at the door.
When Wei Shi first saw the person, he was startled, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
"What do you think?" The man picked up the cup on the table and poured himself a glass of water, looking at Wei Shi waiting for her answer.
He was asking what she thought.
All she needed to do was put the words "take the blame and resign" on the table and let her say it herself.
And what about Wei Shi?
I was beating a drum in my heart, but I didn't want to give up this opportunity: "This matter is indeed our negligence. Please give us another chance, Director Lu."
Chance?
Lu Jing'an gently shook the cup in his hand: "Not everyone has a chance to come back. Ms. Wei should be the one who has been here before."
"Ms. Wei divorced her ex-husband, partly because of feelings and partly because of the death of her father. You know better than anyone else that not everything in this world has a second chance. You and Chen Shi were personally selected by Hua Jin. Huanong usually intends to protect you, and I can’t force it too much. Talking too much will hurt the couple’s relationship, but I don’t feel at ease if you continue to stay by Huanong’s side.”
Even smart people can understand the meaning of Lu Jing'an's words.
He didn't want to force them away and affect the couple's relationship, but he also wanted them to leave.
Take the initiative to resign.
This is exactly the same as the drama of forced resignation in the workplace, Wei Shi thought to himself, after all, he is a capitalist.
"I understand what Mr. Lu means. I will make a decision on this matter as soon as possible..."
"Three days," Lu Jing'an gave the deadline.
So powerful and domineering that it is impossible to refute.
"I understand," Wei Shi nodded: "This is Huanong's itinerary and activity arrangements for the end of the year. Please pass it on to Director Lu."
Lu Jingan nodded slightly and called Kunlan.
The latter opened the door and came in.
The man opened his thin lips lightly and uttered two words: "See you off."
........
"Miss Hua, I am Bai Yun."
Upstairs, Huanong was sleeping in a daze when he heard the phone ringing and reached out to pick it up.
When Bai Yun's voice came, Huanong was a little surprised: "Miss Bai, is something wrong?"
"I want to see Jiang Yue'an."
Huanong stood up half-stretched, a little confused: "Jiang Yue'an?"
"Yes, he should be in Director Lu's hands."
"I'll call you back later."
Huanong picked up a nightgown and put it on him, went downstairs with his cell phone, and saw someone in the tea room.
The man leaned back on the chair, holding a glass of hot water in his hand, while the cup opposite was still steaming.
"have a guest?"
"Just leaving," Lu Jingan subconsciously put down the cup in his hand when he heard Huanong's voice, stood up and greeted him.
"Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"
Huanong glanced at the table, saw the documents on it, and realized who had just arrived.
"Wei Shi has been here?"
"Well, let's put down our things and go before we go."
Have you left beforehand? Huanong didn’t believe it.
He looked at what Lu Jing'an wanted to say, but after thinking about it for a few times, he got rid of all the unpleasant things in his mind and chose a compromise.
"I'm very happy and touched that you can always consider me." No matter what, people like to hear good things, so just praise them first.
"But I am an adult. Adults should not only care about who is right and who is wrong, but also think about whether they are happy, harmonious, and understanding with each other. The way Wei Shi and I have always been getting along is that she helps me manage. The company, my boss, has been prospering for so many years. After my father died, many of the resources in my hands were lost. It was Wei Shi who fought for me while drinking with others at the banquet table until he had stomach bleeding and ended up in the hospital. You let me I can't kill someone now, it's no different from killing a donkey."
Lu Jingan understood. After all, he was still partial.
"Those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. If I can't forgive you for this small mistake, how can you still be famous in the company?"
"A trivial matter? Do you think this is a trivial matter?" Is it a trivial matter to almost lose my life? Is it a small matter if the child is gone?
