Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 93 Bold Sister Meng, the Real Jiang Qing

After sending the reluctant Meng Ziyi to the car, Jiang Qing couldn't help but smile when he saw her leaning against the car window with a pout.

"Okay, I'll come see you when I'm done."

He smiled and promised.

"We agreed! You can't not come!"

Meng Ziyi looked up at him with a frown, as if to say, "If you don't come, I'll make you suffer."

"must."

Jiang Qing nodded at her with certainty.

"Hey, then I'll wait for you."

Meng Ziyi immediately smiled happily, and his eyes and eyebrows twitched with joy.

At this time, the car started slowly, and she pouted again and waved her hands at Jiang Qing.

"I'm leaving now. Be sure to keep an eye on that little green tea!"

Jiang Qing grinned, glanced around and saw that there was no one around before nodding at her with relief.

Jiang Qing watched the car go away until its taillights completely disappeared, then he raised his eyes to look at the rising sun.

After staring for a moment, he suddenly smiled.

At this point, instead of worrying about it, it is better to make yourself like the sun so that they can see you wherever you are.

It was only seven o'clock, which should have been a good time for exercise, but Jiang Qing did not go for a morning jog as usual. Instead, he touched his stomach and went to the hotel restaurant.

Sister Meng was particularly clingy last night, and he was so addicted that he hardly slept all night.

He ordered breakfast in the morning, but because Sister Meng was deliberately taking her time, they only ate a little in a hurry. Now they were so hungry that they could almost swallow a cow.

As soon as he stepped into the restaurant, Jiang Qing saw Shen Teng winking at him while holding a fried dough stick in his mouth.

"Young people should pay attention to sustainable development."

The corners of his mouth, stained with sesame seeds, were stretched almost to the back of his ears, and the soy milk cup in his hand was squeaking.

Han Han patted the empty seat beside him and waved at Jiang Qing.

"Boss Jiang, please sit here. We're going to shoot some aerial scenes tonight, so we need to fill our stomachs."

He grinned, a smile that only men who knew would understand.

"it is good."

Jiang Qing smiled indifferently, picked up some food from the plate, walked over to him and sat down.

"Boss Jiang, you are young and strong, you need to eat more to replenish your body."

Yin Zheng placed two fried eggs in front of him with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Yin Zheng."

Jiang Qing glanced at the fried egg and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

"Crunch... crunch..."

Liu Haocun sat diagonally behind Jiang Qing, watching this scene while biting the fried dough stick in his mouth with a crunching sound, his eyes full of unwillingness.

I'm so angry!
After all this effort, that green tea girl got it for nothing!

Shen Teng glanced at Liu Haocun and sighed inwardly.

Save it!
You still don't understand. As long as a man like Jiang Qing shows up, there are plenty of girls rushing towards him. Your little tricks are not enough.

What’s the point of just using some tricks?

You have to be bold and A it up!
Breakfast time was spent in lively banter.

By the time the crew packed up and prepared to leave, the sun was already high in the sky.

After Liu Haocun got on the bus, he found a seat near the front and threw his canvas bag on the seat. The sound of the plastic buttons breaking was as crisp as a slap in the face.

She took out her sunglasses and covered half of her face tightly, pursed her lips, and looked so cool that no one would dislike her when she put on the sunglasses.

"Could you please make way?"

Jiang Qing arrived late, holding a thermos cup. He stood in the aisle and glanced around, only to find that the only empty seat was next to Liu Haocun.

Liu Haocun raised his eyes, glanced at him, and took away his canvas bag.

"Thank you."

Jiang Qing really likes Liu Haocun's indifference to him at this moment and hopes she can continue to do so.

When the bus started, Jiang Qing's pockets were shaking.

He took out his cell phone and the latest message was a mirror selfie sent by Zhang Mengziyi. The hem of his white shirt barely covered his legs, making people want to explore that corner.

Then came a text: "Does it look good? Do you like this style?"

In the corner of the photo, the pearl necklace that was torn last night was lying on the sink, shining.

"Remember to return my shirt."

As Jiang Qing was typing with a smile, Qiao Shan in the front row suddenly turned around.

"Oh, Mr. Jiang is really healthy. He learned from Brother Teng to make wolfberry soup on a hot day!"

He glanced accurately at the pale red scratches on his neck, his smile teasing.

Jiang Qing shrugged nonchalantly. Liu Haocun, who was standing beside him, glanced at the red marks on his neck and dug his nails deep into the folds of his skirt.

hateful!

"I want to take it off myself~"

Two hours later, a new message popped up, with a screenshot of the hotel location attached.

Jiang Qing turned off the screen without changing his expression, and his red eyes were reflected in the window glass.

Liu Haocun at the side suddenly coughed, and the mineral water bottle crackled when she squeezed it.

Shen Teng suddenly leaned forward from the front row and stared at Jiang Qing with a serious expression.

"Look at the dark circles under his eyes! Comrade, you must implement the eight regulations!"

"No matter how young you are, you can't always stay up late. This will give the virus an opportunity to take advantage."

Jiang Qian leaned back and nodded helplessly with a smile.

"What Brother Teng said makes sense."

Today he finally saw how disrespectful this man was to the elderly and how he still refused to stop even at such an old age.

The phone vibrated again during the bumpy ride. Jiang Qing glanced at it and saw a ten-second voice message.

Considering the girl's boldness, he decisively found the headphones.

Putting on headphones and turning on the voice chat, Meng Ziyi's breathy humming mixed with the sound of fabric rubbing against each other.

"I want~what's the use of this iron rod~"

The sound of clothes rubbing against each other can be faintly heard in the background, resonating wonderfully with the rhythm of the wheels rolling over the speed bumps.

Jiang Qing's expression froze slightly, and he looked around subconsciously.

This sister Meng is too bold!

This is completely reckless, right?

"Give you the benefits of being a sponsor."

Half an hour later, Meng Ziyi's latest news arrived, along with a photo.

Jiang Qing clicked on the picture and saw that it was a close-up of black lace underwear from the neck down. The snow-white skin and mysterious ravines made him dizzy.

He placed his phone upside down on his knees and discovered that Liu Haocun had changed seats at some point and was now curled up in the back row putting on makeup, with mascara smudged on the corners of her eyes.

When we got off the bus at Yangcheng Hotel, the special reminder sounded again.

Jiang Qing clicked on it and saw that it was a link to the official Burberry brand website. In the shopping cart were men's ties and women's handbags from the same series.

"The maintenance fee can be paid in installments~"

The emoticon is a little kitten holding a gold card.

He smiled and was about to pay when another new message came.

A screenshot of a completed payment.

Then the latest message popped up: "This is a reward for your performance last night."

It was followed by a series of red lips emojis. Jiang Qing's eyes turned up, caught off guard by her action.

As expected of you!
Sister Meng!

After entering the hotel, Jiang Qing walked up to Han Han and told the crew that there was no need to prepare a room for him.

"What's going on? Mr. Jiang has somewhere else to stay tonight?"

Shen Teng walked forward and asked curiously.

"A friend happened to be hosting a cocktail party here tonight, so I went there directly after finishing the shoot."

Jiang Qing thought of the news he received in the afternoon and explained with a smile.

Shen Teng and Han Han looked at each other, nodded and said no more.

After all, the circle that Jiang Qing is in is the kind of people that they basically cannot come into contact with.

Liu Haocun, who was not far away, noticed something and stared at Jiang Qing's profile.

Are you leaving today?

-

At seven o'clock in the evening, the slender waist lit up in the twilight. Jiang Qing rolled up the oil-stained cuffs of his work clothes to his elbows and leaned against the steel frame at the top of the tower, overlooking the Pearl River.

The night wind lifted the "Tower Repairman" nameplate on his chest, and the colorful lights of the horizontal Ferris wheel in the distance were cutting light and dark lines on his face through the steel beams.

As Jiang Qing slid down the maintenance ladder on the steel frame, the reflective strips on the knees of his overalls gleamed brightly in the camera.

When he landed, he kicked a rusty gear, which rolled to Liu Haoran's feet with a hollow echo.

Just like the dilapidated motorcycle he had towed away by a tow truck three hours ago.

"If you have any trouble, come to me..."

Jiang Qing tapped the steel frame with a wrench, and the vibration of the metal startled a flock of roosting birds.

"Aren't those just polite words?"

As he turned around, the screwdriver in his overalls pocket clinked, and the whistle of a Pearl River cruise ship in the distance just happened to penetrate the clouds.

"This society doesn't rely on personal connections, it relies on..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Haoran suddenly grabbed his rusty wrist with such force that Han Han, who was behind the monitor, straightened up.

This is an action that is not in the script.

Liu Haocun suddenly chuckled, and tears rolled down her face as she laughed. She looked at the traffic that was like ants at the bottom of the tower and murmured.

“It turns out that all promises are like a motorcycle fuel gauge: it looks full but breaks down halfway.”

At this moment, the drone flew over the top of the tower, and the surface of the Pearl River reflected the silhouettes of three people entangled in steel cables.

"Do you know how many screws this tiny waist needs to be tightened every day?"

Jiang Qing smiled and took out a thermos from the tool kit.

As the aroma of wolfberries from the thermos wafted away, Jiang Qing knocked on the steel frame behind him with a wrench.

"Three thousand eight hundred. If one is missing, it will look like that broken motorcycle of yours..."

His deliberately drawn-out syllable was interrupted by the landscape lights on the top of the tower that suddenly lit up. Liu Haocun subconsciously raised his hand to block the strong light.

"See those cables?"

Jiang Qing suddenly pointed to the twelve main cables that stretched across the night sky. Liu Haoran followed his finger and discovered that each cable cast a long, thin shadow on the surface of the Pearl River, like a string cutting through the night.

"The tighter something is stretched, the less likely it is to break. This principle also applies to people."

The clacking sound of him tightening the lid of his thermos cup formed a wonderful harmony with the whistle of the Pearl River night cruise ship 300 meters below.

Liu Haocun suddenly turned and looked at him.

"But a motorcycle chain can break if it's too tight."

Her voice was as soft as the flyers falling from the top of the tower, which were the fragments left after a singer's concert that day.

Jiang Qing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and pulled open the collar of his work clothes that was covered in rust.

When he turned around, the searchlight on his helmet swept across Liu Haoran's clenched fist.

"I've repaired the lightning rod on top of the tower. Do you know how many times it's been struck by lightning?"

As he spoke, he took off his helmet, revealing his gray temples soaked with sweat.

"You are like ungrounded lightning right now."

When Jiang Qing took out the welding gun and lit it, the flying sparks formed a golden thread between the three people.

"Remember, don't think about flying over when you need to tighten the screw."

He bent down, picked up the rusty gear and put it into Liu Haoran's palm.

"Card!"

"This is the way to go!"

Han Han stood up from the monitor and shouted at the three people excitedly.

"Awesome, Mr. Jiang, another pass!"

"This acting is simply amazing. Are you sure you haven't acted before?"

"I really want to ask Mr. Jiang for advice..."

Yin Zheng and others on the side came forward, each with a look of surprise on their faces, completely conquered by Jiang Qing's amazing performance.

Liu Haocun looked at Jiang Qing who was surrounded by the crowd, his eyes flashing.

"Boss Jiang, enough talking. Congratulations on wrapping up. Don't rush to leave tonight. Let's have a drink together."

Shen Teng walked forward with a smile and extended an invitation.

Jiang Qing was just about to politely decline Shen Teng's invitation when the low-frequency roar of an engine suddenly sounded in the distance, attracting everyone's attention.

Three stretched Phantoms drew streamlined silver arcs in the twilight. The neon light reflected by the goddess of celebration on the front of the car made the reflective strips on the maintenance ladder lose their color.

When the vehicle stopped, seven or eight men in suits and ties got out silently. The middle-aged man in the lead stopped three steps away from the crew's cordon.

Everyone present was stunned at this moment. It seemed that the scenes commonly seen in movies and TV dramas were actually happening before their eyes.

Liu Haocun's pupils shrank suddenly as he watched Jiang Qing walk towards that man.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang. Mr. Ma asked me to pick you up."

The man bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, it's just a bit of a big deal."

Jiang Qing glanced at the group of men in black behind him, smiled and shook his head.

People who don’t know would think this is a filming of The Matrix. Nanshan Pizza Hut is really grand.

The problem is, this is in Guangzhou.

Mr. Ma is being unusually high-profile this time, as if he is afraid that others don't know about this.

"I'll treat you all to morning tea when I have the chance. I have to leave first."

Jiang Qing pulled off his fake beard, took off his work clothes and handed them to the staff. He took the wet wipes and started wiping his face. At the same time, he smiled and looked around at Han Han and others and waved goodbye.

Then he got into the car amid the gazes of many onlookers and the farewells of Han Han and others.

Shen Teng looked at the convoy running over the concert flyers scattered on the ground and suddenly sneered.

"This CEO Jiang is so low-key that I almost forgot he's a true overbearing CEO."

"Did you see that? They actually tightened 3,800 screws..."

He bent down and picked up the rusty gear that Jiang Qing had kicked crooked.

"It's just that every screw is worth a thousand gold."

Everyone echoed the sigh, but Liu Haocun remained silent and did not respond.

After a long silence, she suddenly clenched her palms.

The phantom convoy in the reflection of the Pearl River has turned into a flowing light band, merging into the same arc as the Liede Bridge spanning the two banks.

Liu Haocun suddenly realized that the man who said "Don't think about flying when you should tighten the screws" had already turned himself into a steel cable that cuts through the night sky.

And it was the most taut one, vibrating silently above the clouds.

It turns out that this is the real Jiang Qing.

(End of this chapter)