Chapter 41

Today was a workday and there weren't many people in the coffee shop. She finished her coffee, got up and went to the bar to buy more. Passing by a table next to her, there was an elderly man in his fifties sitting. She had sharp eyes and first caught a glimpse that the old man was using an HP laptop, then saw that he was making a PowerPoint file but couldn't draw boxes with a mouse.

"Uncle, do you want me to help you draw?"

The old man lifted his head and looked at her. That was a very clear and sharp face, with bright but heavy eyes. He was wearing an old-fashioned suit, with only a shirt underneath, and his body was slim. It seemed unexpected to be called uncle in such a place. The old man remained silent for a few seconds and smiled, "Okay, can you help me? Thank you."

Summer Mu easily helped him draw a few boxes and taught him shortcut keys. Although the old man was old, he was very clever and diligent in learning, and quickly mastered it.

Actually, before this, Summer Mu had an impression of him. Because there weren't many people in the gym these days, he and she were always there at the same time. And as an elderly person, he was still very eye-catching in this kind of entrepreneurial cafe. Summer Mu also asked the bartender, "Who is this uncle?" The bartender replied in a low voice, "He seems to be a retired professor from a certain university, surnamed Fang. He has some research results and wants to find investment. At such an old age, it looks pitiful." Summer Mu nodded knowingly, so today when she saw him struggling with the PPT, she couldn't help but lend a hand.

After helping him, Summer Mu returned to her own position and didn't pay much attention, continuing to focus on writing her own planning proposal. She was focused on her work, with her eyes firmly fixed on the screen. After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly heard a clear voice behind her: "This sentence is grammatically incorrect."

Summer Mu was stunned and turned to look at Fang. He also came behind her at some point and was looking at the PPT she was making. Summer Mu followed his gaze and returned to the screen, her face slightly blushing. Although she had good English in high school, it was still at a high school level. The plans made by everyone at the entrepreneurial cafe were bilingual, and she basically looked up the dictionary while thinking about writing.

 "Will bring great influence to the industry, not in the industry. "said Fang, whose fluent and pure spoken language made Summer Mu envious.

"Oh, thank you."Summer Mu immediately changed," I'm writing dizzy."

Fang's gaze still fell on her screen, and after looking at it for a while, he looked somewhat surprised: "You analyzed it very deeply and your viewpoint was also very sharp. It's very good."

Summer Mu smiled, not modest or hesitant, but said, "Thank you for the praise from Fang."

Fang smiled and asked again, "You're still young, only in your twenties, right? Which university did you graduate from?"

Summer Mu replied, "I have never attended university."

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Two days later, it was the weekend. Summer Mu got up early and arrived at a park near Q Square. Some people were already doing morning exercises. She took a slow jog and didn't meet anyone she knew, which made her feel a little regretful.

After running several laps and resting at the edge of the pool, she saw a slender figure wearing a silk suit, practicing by the water. Who was it, not Fang?

Summer Mu smiled and walked over. She wanted to say hello, but when she saw him close his eyes, with a focused expression and a clear and gentle demeanor, she couldn't disturb him. After standing for a while, she decided to follow him and learn.

After finishing a whole set of punches, Fang opened his eyes and saw a girl next to him, gesturing like a model. Although the movements were awkward, they still seemed quite spiritual. He wasn't surprised either, but stood up with his fists clenched and asked, "Why are you here?"

Summer Mu replied, "Come and exercise. I've been frequenting coffee shops lately, but I didn't expect there to be such a good place next to them. Fang, are you also living next to a coffee shop just to find investment?"

Fang smiled and replied, "Hmm. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No."

"Let's go eat together."

"Okay."

The two of them walked out of the park and there were several restaurants and breakfast stalls not far away. But when Summer Mu walked with him to the door of a shop, he said, "Drink Congee, eat eggs and pickles?"

Fang replied, "Yes. The Congee in this shop is very well cooked. It doesn't smell like oil or salt. I often come here to eat it."

But Summer Mu was greedy for the smell of oil and salt. She thought for a while, turned to look at the store with "Hot and Sour Powder" hanging not far away, and said: "Otherwise, you can go ahead and eat it. I will eat a bowl of hot and sour powder, and then drink a bowl of Congee."

Fang was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly smiled. Without forcing himself, he shook his head and walked into the store.

Summer Mu brought a bowl of sour and spicy noodles, stood by the roadside, and started eating.

 Fang sat down in the store and as soon as he picked up his chopsticks, he looked up and saw her figure. He glanced a few times and couldn't bear to watch anymore, so he got up and walked out of the store again.

Summer Mu was quite surprised to see him come out and asked, "What's wrong, Fang?"s

Lao Fang was a well-educated elderly person who said somewhat helplessly and gently, "How can you stand on the road and eat? Follow me in and sit down to eat."

But Summer Mu didn't care and took the last bite of flour, then threw the paper bowl into the nearby trash can and said, "Then you don't know, we're all like this in J city. I don't have that much time, just sit down and eat slowly."

Fang looked at her thoughtfully and remained silent. Finally nodded and said, "I see."

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A few days later, Summer Mu went to the company and had just sat down when he was called in by Beck.

She didn't look up, but she could feel his gaze fixed on her face.

After all... since she refused to eat with him that day, she had been staying in the coffee shop and they hadn't seen each other for three days.

"What have you been busy with these days? "He asked.

"The task you assigned, Q Cafe."

"What have you gained?"

Summer Mu shook her head and said, "It's nothing yet." She then looked up at him and asked, "What do you hope I'll gain?"

The two finally met in gaze. Summer Mu looked into his deep black eyes and suddenly felt that the small cold war of that day had vanished in an instant. And he gazed at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled slightly and said, "You are smart, flexible, kind, decisive, and not lacking in ambition. I sent you to the entrepreneurial cafe because I thought you might create infinite possibilities for me."

Summer Mu was stunned. She had followed him for so long, and it was the first time she had heard him give such a high evaluation. She didn't think it's just to chase after her that's why he was coaxing her like this, right? But she was actually very clear in her heart that Beck wouldn't pursue girls so openly. If he said it, it's true.

Her heart was filled with a throbbing heat, unable to calm down. But his mouth answered lightly, "Oh."

Beck stared at her slightly red face, his eyes dodging, and there was a hint of emotional entanglement in his heart. Now he understood that this emotion was called pity. He wanted to get this kind of emotion from her.

Pressed it for now, step by step.

He asked again, "Who have you seen in the coffee shop recently?"

Summer Mu also restrained her mind and replied, "Most of them are entrepreneurs, and there are also a few investors, but most of them haven't had deep conversations. There are also special people, and I am making friends with them. Let's be honest with each other. However, they may really be just a down and out old man."

She spoke vaguely, but Beck chuckled and said, "Don't play dumb, you must be clear in your heart."

Summer Mu smiled and remained silent.

——

when the evening lights were lit

Rao, the general manager of R Group's real estate business, was having a meeting with several close aides in the conference room. This was not a large-scale meeting, it was precisely the issue of F that was being discussed.

Although Wilson also knew about the existence of Beck, as the chairman of the billion dollar group, he naturally did not personally inquire about various matters related to F. The sniper plan against F naturally fell on Rao, the real estate manager.

A manager said, "Mr. Rao, it is clear that F will target three plots A, B, and C next month and participate in the government's bidding."

Rao was in his thirties this year and had been working diligently and steadily. Of course, as an old minister under Wilson, he also inherited Wilson's more ruthless style. However, Wilson gave Beck such a high evaluation as a young man with a rough head, which also made Rao feel slightly unhappy. That was an instinctive discomfort. He asked, "Is the information reliable?"

"Reliable. The real estate company that Beck acquired is not completely opaque. In a few days, their planning scheme may even leak out."

Rao smiled and said, "With their strength, it's impossible for them to win three plots of land at the same time. Now, for them, a plot of land with moderate size and great potential for appreciation is definitely what they, as a new entrant, are eager for. I guess Beck's first choice is plot C, followed by plot B, and finally A."

"Mr. Rao, you guessed it too accurately! I heard that their bidding direction is like this."

Rao gave a deep smile and said, "If they really get the C plot, then they can establish a firm foothold in the real estate industry in L City. R wants to win all three plots of land. Especially the C plot, let the planning department treat it as the most important project of this year, they must devote all their energy and resources to me, and not give Beck any opportunity."