The ceo's secret

I said with a smile: "please come in, Lao Qi, why are you free?..."

After I let Lao Qi into the room, I said to the other end of my mobile phone: "sorry, yunyun, my family has a guest. I have to hang up first. I'll talk next time..."

Yunyun said angrily at the end of the mobile phone: "Hello! You... "

I hung up the phone -

yunyun called again, so I had to hang up again, and she called again. I knew her character, so I had to turn off her mobile phone -

Lao Qi was holding a cigar, looked at me and said with a smile: "what? Girlfriends?... "

I said with a smile, "no, no, a female friend..."

"By the way, haven't you asked if you have a girlfriend?" Lao Qi squeezed his eyes at me.

I lowered my head, touched my nose and said with a smile, "how can I say that? Not really, not really... "

"What do you say?..." Lao Qi looked at me with a smile.

I said truthfully, "I had a girlfriend before, and soon after she broke up, she was engaged to someone else. I know she's under a lot of pressure, so I want to make others happy... "

"Of course, you don't have to be forced to do emotional things," Lao Qi said with a smile, looking at me. "Why do men have no wives, right? I can tell you, Mingming, you will soon become the dream of all unmarried young women in China! "

I looked at him and said, "beautiful dream What's the dream?... "

"Come on, what are you pretending to be," Lao Qi said with a punch in my chest. "When Wan'er officially becomes the legal successor of Apollo, the unmarried beauties in the company will make you" toss "hard - young, sunny, handsome, talented, golden, Apollo's only legal successor! brother! So many halos on you, you don't want to be the dream of those unmarried young women? Ha ha ha... "

Naturally, Lao Qi already knew about my acquaintance with aunt Wan'er's mother and son. In fact, he knew about it long ago. Before I came to Xinjiang, he already knew about it. Not only Lao Qi knew about it, but also the top management of the company.

After I got acquainted with aunt Wan'er, I understood why I was so ceremoniously treated in the company, why all the leaders of the company came to my office to greet me in person, why I could enjoy such a luxurious office, and why so many people were courting me.

I didn't know what happened until I met aunt Wan'er.

I puffed out a puff of smoke, looked at Lao Qi and said, "Lao Qi, I think you are a good person, so I want to say something from my heart to you. In fact, I don't want to accept all this..."

"Why?..." Lao Qi had to look at me.

I looked up at him after a moment of meditation and said, "it's very simple. I always feel that none of this belongs to me. I'm just a post-80s youth from the countryside, that's all

"Come on," Lao Qi waved to me, "don't be silly. All this is a good thing that many people can't touch in their lifetime. Now it's all within your reach. I have known your mother Wan'er for many years. We are not only superior and subordinate, but also good friends. In private, I call her name directly. Wan'er really loves you. She has worked hard for so many years and created Apollo just for you, because she thinks she owes you too much. She just wants to compensate you... "

I puffed out a puff of smoke and said: "Lao Qi, aunt Wan'er doesn't owe me anything at all. She has given me life, which is a great favor. If she didn't give me life, I wouldn't exist in the world, let alone have something beyond life. So aunt Wan'er doesn't owe me anything. On the contrary, I want to repay my kindness. "

"If you want to repay your kindness, please promise your mother. Only if you promise your mother and become the successor of Apollo, will she be at ease. Or you'll make her sad. " Lao Qi looked at me and said that his expression and tone were sincere at least.

I looked at him and said, "Why me? Isn't Aunt Dong Waner's younger brother? Aunt can give Apollo to her brother. And it can be seen that Xie Dong is fully capable of undertaking this important task. "

"Brother is brother, son is son. How can they be compared? " Lao Qi looked at me.

I said, "why not? Aren't they all relatives? "

Looking at me, Lao Qi shook his head, took a puff of his cigar and pondered, as if he didn't know how to persuade me --

"Lao Qi," I looked at him and said with a smile, "is it your aunt who sent you? You're trying to convince me for her to inherit Apollo, aren't you

Lao Qi looked at me and said, "in fact, I also think you should inherit Apollo's career. Your ability is not under Xie Dong, and you are Wan'er's own son."

"Lao Qi, shall we not discuss this today? How about two drinks? " I looked at Lao Qi and said with a smile.

Lao Qi winked at me and said, "don't look at my age. I will never lose to you young people when I drink."

"We'll see!" I said with a smile, picking his chin.Lao Qi looked at me, unwilling to be outdone, and said, "I'll accompany you to the end."

In the evening, I received a call from Xue Fei. He told me that he would be in Xinjiang in the next two days -

I said that's great. Welcome to Xinjiang. I'll take you to eat roast mutton kebabs!

Xue Feidao roast mutton kebabs are available all over the country. I often eat them. Just prepare two bottles of Xinjiang good wine for me.

I said that you don't understand. The mutton kebabs in Xinjiang are totally different from those in other places. Come and eat them.

Xue Fei said, just prepare some Xinjiang beauties for me! The best is Loulan beauty!

I'm afraid you won't like it too much, because Loulan Kingdom doesn't exist. Where can Loulan beauties come from? But there is an ancient corpse of Loulan beauty in Xinjiang Museum.

Xue Feidao, prepare two Osaka girls for me.

I said this can have.

They laughed together.

I asked him what he was doing in Xinjiang.

He said that he was on a business trip to handle an important case. It was a serial murder of a perverted girl.

I don't think it's so tasty.

Xue Fei Dao, don't you always like heavy taste?

Do you have any news about Binhai city? Have all the members of boss Cai been brought to justice?

Xue Fei said, I just want to tell you about it. There is a special situation -

What's the situation?

Xue Fei said that I'll tell you when I get to Xinjiang. You have to prepare yourself first.

What's the matter with me?

Xue Feidao is not a good thing.

I said you want me to stay up.

Xue Feidao tells you that you can't sleep any more.

I said, "well, let me have more sleep first.".

Do you have any anecdotes in Xinjiang?

I said one thing, and I started writing.

Xue Feidao, it's really a miracle. Ha ha -

I just don't know what to write, and I'm having a headache. However, several have been written.

Xue Fei, it seems that you have this talent, young man.

I said goodbye. I don't know how to write down at the beginning of every step. So it's just the beginning of several.

Xue Fei said with a smile that you have made progress. At least you know how to use suspense in conversation.

They laughed again.

After I hung up the phone, I lay in bed, picked up the beginning of several books that I had written during this period, and looked at them. I felt very bad. Even after I read them myself, I felt unnatural, artificial and slightly nauseous.

Some people say that artists are hard-working. Because if a person's life experience is too smooth, he can't have any emotion, and he can't write anything touching. That is to say, people who have experienced pain will have something to write about. Writing, to some extent, is a kind of pouring out, a kind of emotional venting.

It's almost the same state I've been in since I came to Xinjiang. The first one I wrote was about an urban romance, about the workplace, which I had never been to Apollo real estate to report, and I still lived in the Express Hotel. Maybe I had the idea to write about my life experience in these years, from the University in the provincial capital to the advertising company in H City, and then to the life and work emotional experience in Binhai City, and I wanted to write about my life experience The beginning of this film is autobiographical, but after two thousand words, I can't write any more. It's not because there is nothing to write, but because there are too many things in my mind. On the contrary, I don't know how to write. I think I have to sort out first, get a creative outline, and then let those things in my mind precipitate and filter before I write. Maybe I won't There's no more writing.

Then I try to write history, but I just can't write it down at the beginning. I don't lack the knowledge of history. My puzzle is that I don't know the words used in classical Chinese when the ancients spoke, which makes me headache. I wrote a book about the history of the Ming Dynasty, but it's funny to let the people of the Ming Dynasty speak the modern vernacular and often use two foreign language on the Internet. So the history is over.

The latest one I wrote is detective. I can't write it down after only one start. Because I don't have the relevant material, I can't just copy it by rote just because I read Sherlock Holmes or Christina's several detective books, can I?

It can't be! So take an affectation and popular saying, I've come across a "bottleneck" in my creation. When I was in college, I used to call this place where writers met "cervix".

………

Aunt Wan'er has a small farm in the suburb of Ili. The farm is not too big, but the environment is very good. The environment is much better than that of Xuelian mountain. Looking to the horizon, you can also see the green mountains in the distance. Ili in Xinjiang was originally a beautiful place.

Aunt Wan'er told me that she bought the farm because of the good memories. The place where the farm was located was where she and her father eloped to live. The farm employs local Kazakh herdsmen to take care of it, grows a lot of lavender and cotton, and raises several imported pure BMW.When aunt Wan'er came to the farm, her favorite thing was to ride a horse slowly on the fields full of lavender. At that time, she and her father always enjoyed the beautiful scenery here on horseback. At that time, there was only one horse, because they could only afford one horse. Of course, they also like to have only one horse, so that they could ride on horseback. My father pulled the reins with both hands and put aunt Wan'er in his arms. They nestled up on the horse and roamed among the lavender in the wild. They were like children People in the painting, but also the feeling of people in the painting