Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

The silence in the office did not last long.

The woman on the sofa spoke first, her voice ethereal and her tone soothing:

"I heard from Ya Dong that you have a lot of luxury furniture?"

Luxury furniture? Lin An blinked.

He didn't remember mentioning to Gao Yuanyuan whether the furniture was "luxurious," but he still nodded subconsciously:

"There are some."

The woman tilted her head slightly, her gaze from behind her sunglasses falling on his face and lingering for two seconds.

"Can I take a look?"

"......Can."

Lin An still doesn't understand what's going on.

Zhang Yadong then put down the magazine in his hand, looked up, and said in a gentle tone:

"Don't be nervous, we mean no harm."

Lin An's lips twitched. He thought to himself, with the three of you sitting here, how many students wouldn't be nervous?

"Now that everyone's here, let's get going."

The young man sitting on the far right stood up, nodded to Lin An, and said casually:

"Nicholas Tse, you can call me Nic."

Lin An nodded blankly: "Lin An".

Nicholas Tse.

In 1999, "Thank You for Your Love 1999" became a hit across mainland China, Taiwan, and Hong Kong, with the lyrics "Say goodbye, don't say forever" playing everywhere.

The following year, he appeared on CCTV's Spring Festival Gala, holding hands with Dong Jie to sing "Together for Life," becoming one of the most talked-about scenes of the new millennium.

The woman on the other side also stood up, took off her sunglasses, and revealed a cold and aloof face.

She smiled and said, "Wang Fei, you can call me Faye, or you can call me Sister Fei. Okay, let's go first, we'll talk in the car."

Lin An's mind went blank, and he nodded subconsciously.

The four of them went down the stairs.

On Sunday, there were far fewer students on the Beijing Film Academy campus than on weekdays, but the few who did pass by were still involuntarily drawn to this group.

At the school gate, a black Mercedes-Benz S320 was parked on the side of the road, its body gleaming and reflecting a subtle sheen in the sunlight.

Nicholas Tse opened the driver's side door and got in.

Zhang Yadong got into the passenger seat.

Wang Fei opened the back door and glanced at Lin An.

Lin An understood and bent down to crawl inside.

The moment the car door closed, most of the noise outside was shut out.

The carriage was filled with a faint perfume scent, not sweet or cloying, but rather a woody fragrance.

Wang Fei sat down next to him, took a bottle of mineral water out of her canvas bag, and handed it to him.

Lin An shook his head: "No need, thank you."

The car starts, and the engine sounds deep and steady.

Nicholas Tse gripped the steering wheel with one hand, glanced at Lin An in the rearview mirror, a slight smile playing on his lips, but said nothing.

Zhang Yadong leaned back in the passenger seat, his eyes closed, as if he were resting.

The car was quiet for a few seconds.

Wang Fei turned to the side, looked at Lin An, and smiled:

"I'm sorry, we have a very busy schedule, so we could only make this surprise visit."

A question mark popped into Lin An's mind.

With such a busy schedule, shouldn't I not come?

Wang Fei seemed to see through his confusion, and the corners of her mouth slightly lifted, revealing a faint smile:

"When it comes to choosing furniture, you should do it yourself. I've seen photos, and they are indeed very beautiful, but photos are just photos. You can't know the texture without touching them."

Lin An smiled wryly and said, "With your status, there's no need for such trouble."

If he knew it was a pop diva who needed furniture, he would pack it up and send it over without charging for delivery.

Wang Fei laughed and said, "It'll only be a short while, no need to make a fuss."

She paused for a moment, then asked curiously, "Do you offer custom furniture services?"

Lin An was somewhat puzzled. "My family doesn't run a furniture business."

He mentioned to Gao Yuanyuan that the furniture was borrowed from a "friend," so didn't she mention it to Zhang Yadong?

That shouldn't be the case...

Wang Fei was also puzzled: "Your family isn't in the furniture business, so why would you want us to buy furniture from them?"

Lin An was taken aback, but quickly understood what was going on, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes as he looked at Zhang Yadong.

That scoundrel slipped in his own agenda when he was relaying the message!

"Those pieces of furniture..."

He withdrew his gaze, carefully choosing his words, trying to make his tone sound as normal as possible:

"It belongs to a friend of mine. He has some special circumstances at home and urgently needs money, so he asked me to help him find a buyer."

Given the current situation, we can only make the best of a bad situation... Hopefully, Wang Fei and Nicholas Tse won't pick anything too outrageous later.

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As the car drove onto Longgang Road, the outline of the factory buildings came into view.

Lin An sat in the back seat, looking out the car window at the familiar old building, and began to think about how to price the furniture.

He knew absolutely nothing about it.

"Is this the place?" Nicholas Tse glanced in the rearview mirror, his tone tinged with surprise.

"Um."

Lin An pushed open the car door, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, making him shiver.

Wang Fei got off the car from the other side, adjusted the cardigan on her shoulders, and looked up at the outer wall of the factory.

Red bricks, iron gates, and sloping roofs—typical industrial buildings from the 1960s and 70s.

"It's a place with a great atmosphere," she commented.

"The atmosphere of murder and burial?" Lin An muttered to himself, without replying.

He led the way, bypassing the pile of construction debris that hadn't been cleared from the factory gate, took out his key to unlock it, and pushed open the heavy iron gate.

The door hinges creaked with a dull thud.

The lights were off in the factory.

The 400-square-meter space is divided into several areas of light and shadow, and the exquisite set design takes on a different texture in the dim light.

"Whoa..."

Nicholas Tse was the first to walk in. His gaze swept over the living room decor on the left, lingered for two seconds on the dark brown leather sofa, and then moved to the open kitchen on the right.

Zhang Yadong followed behind, his hands in his jacket pockets, walking at a moderate pace.

Lin An and the others entered the factory first, followed the route in his memory, found the power switch, and pushed it on forcefully.

A crisp "click" sounded.

Rows of spotlights overhead lit up, beams of light cascading down from above, illuminating the entire factory as bright as day.

The leather sofa in the living room is outlined with a full shape by the light; the island in the open kitchen is shiny, and the solid wood grain of the cabinets is clearly visible.

Nicholas Tse stood in the center of the living room, his gaze sweeping over the furniture, and the nonchalance on his face completely disappeared.

He walked to the sofa, pressed the cushion, felt the rebound of the leather and sponge, and then squatted down to look at the wooden frame at the bottom of the sofa.

"That's really awesome."

He stood up, looked at Lin An, and spoke with certainty.

Don't look at me, I don't know anything... Lin An smiled and nodded.

Nicholas Tse walked around again, and his attention was quickly drawn to the medieval armor in the corner.

The armor's iron-gray surface gleamed with a cold metallic sheen under the spotlight.

Nicholas Tse strode over, squatted down, and tapped the breastplate, the dull metallic echo reverberating through the factory.

He looked up, his eyes wide open:

"Is this your friend's too?"

Lin An nodded awkwardly.