Chapter 46

At the beginning, Jiang Xiaoyuan knew nothing about the difficulties faced by her nominal "partner" and the actual Empress Dowager Laoye. She worked tirelessly in pain and happiness, and after receiving the keys, she began to renovate her studio.

Jiang Xiaoyuan carried a surging heart and followed the busy schedule without knowing anything. Early in the morning, she led the workers inside the house to measure and discuss various materials with people in a serious manner... However, it soon became apparent.

You want to leave me a sign at the entrance, "Jiang Xiaoyuan gestured back and forth, waving a tape measure while wearing high heels." It's probably this big, hanging a studio brand. Master, do you know where to order that brand? Yes, a more formal one... What's the name of the studio? Uh... I don't know. I'll ask our boss later

She had just taken out her phone when she remembered Jiang Bo's advice, so she put it back irritably, grabbed a handful of her hair, and said, "Sigh, don't worry about it for now. Anyway, just leave the place for me

The captain of the engineering team asked with an accent that he didn't know where, "Miss, your house is going to be used as an office. Will you change this water and electricity

Ah? "Jiang Xiaoyuan stood at the entrance in confusion." What does' change hydropower 'mean? What does it mean? Nuclear power

The captain of the engineering team looked kindly at the clueless two hundred and five, deepening our understanding of human species diversity.

So patiently asked, "What material do you want to use for this brand

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Isn't it all plastic

The captain expressed the meaning tactfully, "Could you please stay somewhere cool and find someone with common sense as soon as possible?" Jiang Xiaoyuan's confidence suffered a heavy blow, so she had to promise confidently, "Master, I will definitely understand in a few days. Really, I'm not lying to you, just give me some time

Jiang Xiaoyuan was met with contempt in the studio this morning, and in the afternoon, she made a special trip to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to embarrass herself.

Due to an error in the route she had checked online beforehand, she couldn't find a place at first. Considering that she was in the difficult stage of starting her own business, Jiang Xiaoyuan was reluctant to take a taxi. Her phone didn't have a package yet, so the data was naturally insufficient. So she searched for a coffee shop with an open wireless network along the street, pretended to look at the menu, and used her phone to reposition herself by taking advantage of their network.

After finally finding the Industry and Commerce Bureau, she kept asking questions in front of the staff. In the end, she bathed in the brainless gaze of the staff and stumbled upon a piece of popular science. She retrieved a pile of incomprehensible forms and turned her head into two pieces of land, walking back.

On her way back in the evening, she unfortunately caught the evening rush hour. The subway could squeeze people alive into ruins. Jiang Xiaoyuan now understands the way to survive on public transportation, adjusting her posture skillfully and quickly finding a small corner to hide. Using this gap, she finished the remaining word tasks of the day and turned up her headphones to the maximum volume, suppressing the roaring sound of the subway passing by. She listened to a complete standard speed VOA in silence.

The school has a more humane atmosphere. It's summer vacation now, and there's no rush to drive her away. Jiang Xiaoyuan can temporarily stay in the dormitory and move there when the studio is ready.

The day's work was far from over, and Jiang Xiaoyuan ran to the small stall at the school gate with ease. As soon as she spoke, she called out, "Master

The seller of Liangpi said, "Oh, good! One Liangpi, a little pepper -- more coriander!"

Jiang Xiaoyuan trotted back to the dormitory with her Liangpi for the innumerable times. After putting it down, she ate and opened a special effect modeling theory borrowed from the school.

She tried her best to find the most cost-effective way of consumption, both in terms of time and cost.

The school computer room was already locked. After having a battle meal, Jiang Xiaoyuan went to the internet cafe to fulfill her promise to the construction team leader - she collected various precautions for office decoration online, checked the differences between each material, and estimated the price level, etc.

After completing this pile of tasks, Jiang Xiaoyuan quietly left amidst the background sound of QQ and the clanging of games. She had neither time nor money to indulge in the internet.

Having money and leisure, what an enviable and jealous life it is. Nowadays, Jiang Xiaoyuan has neither, but it is rare to find life full of joy.

Even the most enchanting fragrance cannot conceal the boredom of life itself, and gold and jewelry cannot fill the fullness of joy.

Until then, Jiang Xiaoyuan finished her day's work and returned to her dormitory. It was already after 10:30 pm, and she finally received a text message from Jiang Bo using an unfamiliar number.

Jiang Bo briefly explained to her, claiming that he would use this temporary number to contact her in the future and instructed her not to make phone calls casually if she had anything to do.

Jiang Xiaoyuan stared at the text message for ten seconds, feeling a bit strange for the first time in her heart.

Jiang Bo doesn't seem like a rebellious and unfilial son who is afraid of being discovered by his mother. His extreme caution reminds her of Xu Jingyang, who was trapped in a lighthouse.

She then sent a text message to test: "Do you need me to keep your documents for you

Jiang Bo: "Okay

The next day, Jiang Xiaoyuan actually received Jiang Bo's local express delivery, a dark folder containing various materials and documents, as well as a bank card with a password attached. Jiang Bo left a message saying that it was for her to handle various procedures and decorate the studio, and asked her to keep the invoice.

Jiang Xiaoyuan was shocked to find that her suspicions seemed to have become real - something was wrong. Although Jiang Bo didn't say anything, Jiang Xiaoyuan had a feeling that he had entrusted his life and fortune to him. She suddenly felt very scared and nervously sent a text message to Jiang Bo's new number, asking, "Do you want me to help you call the police

This time, Jiang Bo made her wait anxiously for nearly 24 hours before simply replying, "No need, you can handle everything else. I must succeed in this studio. I may not be able to leave during this period, so I'll entrust it to you

Jiang Xiaoyuan inexplicably read a hint of ominous meaning from it, and she asked cautiously, "Boss, if you trust me so much, what if I can't handle it

This time, Jiang Bo did not answer.

Jiang Xiaoyuan originally had many things she wanted to ask him - such as what style of decoration is the studio? What name should I give you? How to handle all the procedures afterwards, and what exactly is the charter... At this point, I had to swallow them all.

Jiang Xiaoyuan was worried about him, but at the same time, she wished she could split in half by herself - the studio was her own business, and she didn't have to be entrusted by others. She would also be very concerned, but out of some kind of intuition about danger, Jiang Xiaoyuan always felt that there was an unsettling sense of desperation in Jiang Bo's words, as if if if this studio couldn't be done, he would die.

Regarding the matter of naming the studio, Jiang Bo gave his opinion. He wanted to call it the "Free Age" styling design studio, but when Jiang Xiaoyuan went to the Industry and Commerce Bureau to ask, she found that the name had already been registered by someone else. In the end, she had to change it to "Fangfei Nianhua", which sounded more like a styling design studio than "Free Age" or something like that. However, Mr. Jiang reluctantly accepted.

Just as Jiang Xiaoyuan was sorting out some of these tasks alone, she suddenly received a text message.

It's Jiang Bo's new account. Jiang Bo gave her an address without specifying any specific requirements, just asking her to "bring all the tools and go there for him on the weekend".

Jiang Xiaoyuan's heart skipped a beat and she replied to the text message, asking, "What theme? Why do we need to bring all the tools

The answer over there is, "For high-end customers, come over and you'll know

Jiang Xiaoyuan couldn't even eat Liangpi.

In general, only some friends who are particularly narrow-minded would casually entrust tasks to Jiang Bo through personal relationships, such as the stage makeup for a young artist at an art school. For other clients, whether high-end or ordinary, Jiang Teacher would not let Jiang Xiaoyuan do it independently without his supervision.

He has this kind of paranoia to some extent, cherishing his brand management immensely.

How could Jiang Xiaoyuan go on stage alone without even mentioning the theme in advance?

Jiang Xiaoyuan simply replied "good" without daring to say much, fearing that she might say something wrong. She felt that if it wasn't for Jiang Bo expressing something subtly, someone had impersonated his phone - the one who sent her the text message was not Jiang Bo himself.

After much thought, Jiang Xiaoyuan had no good solution and no one else to turn to for help. In the end, she had to grit her teeth and look for Qilian.

Wait for me for a moment, "Qilian said quickly after listening," I happen to have something I want to tell you, I'll be there soon

When Jiang Xiaoyuan put down the phone, her mood suddenly dropped in fear. She thought to herself, "When will I become as reliable as him

Some people have this trait, as if there is nothing in the world that they cannot do or solve. Jiang Xiaoyuan suddenly wished she could become such a person.

Qilian kept his word and arrived thirty minutes later, carrying a brown paper file bag.

Before he could sit down, he said solemnly, "Jiang Bo's background is quite complex. Are you sure you have to get involved with him? If possible, I suggest you stay away from him

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "... ah

Qilian opened the kraft paper bag in front of her and gestured for her to take a slow look. A few photos jumped out first, and Jiang Xiaoyuan gasped as soon as she opened them - what kind of demon is this!

The person in the photo is still a teenager, with a smoky makeup on his face that cannot be described in human language, covering all his facial features, almost able to participate in the World Non mainstream Championships.

The background is a dark winter place, possibly a somewhat illegitimate entertainment venue, with a dark sofa like an open mouth, ready to swallow everyone on top.

There is a photo of a scantily dressed nightclub woman holding the young man from behind, feeding him drinks. There are also several photos of the young man spraying clouds and mist into the camera. His expression is intoxicated and makes people feel scared, always thinking that he may not be smoking ordinary cigarettes.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "... is this Jiang Bo

Qilian: "Yes, I checked him a bit and found out that he had a lot of bad behavior in school during his youth. He was advised to drop out of high school and transferred to a private school, but he didn't finish it. Later, he was hospitalized for taking a large amount of sleeping pills and took a two-year leave of absence. He seems to have a history of drug use... This has not been confirmed yet

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "I don't believe that. He doesn't use drugs, he even quit smoking

Qilian's eyebrows gently lifted, making his refined demeanor thin and giving him a hint of danger.

Qilian: "How do you know

I just know - Jiang Bo has a cleanliness obsession, "Jiang Xiaoyuan said." Also, what's wrong with taking sleeping pills once and being sent to Anding Hospital

Qilian: "This is the decision of his guardian

Jiang Xiaoyuan was taken aback for a moment.

This is exactly the second thing I want to tell you, "Qilian said solemnly, opening the entire file bag and pulling out another photo from inside." You've seen this person before, the one who followed you in a pink sedan that day

The woman in the photo was much younger than the one Jiang Xiaoyuan had seen that day, with a beautiful appearance and gorgeous attire, but there was something particularly chilling in her expression.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Jiang Bo his mother."

Fan Xiaoxiao, "Qilian said," made a fortune by opening private mines in her early years. She is Jiang Bo's foster mother

Jiang Xiaoyuan was surprised and asked, "Is it okay

When Fan Xiaoxiao was 36 years old, she adopted thirteen year old Jiang Bo. They divorced in less than a year, and she took care of a fourteen and a half year old boy herself, "Qilian glanced at Jiang Xiaoyuan." There are some things I can't explain too clearly, do you understand

Jiang Xiaoyuan was initially confused and puzzled, but then she keenly read something from Qilian's expression and her eyes suddenly widened.

This Ms. Fan doesn't like Jiang Bo getting too close to any opposite sex, and forcing him to resign is said to be because all the people in this industry are women, "Qilian lowered her voice slightly, as if afraid of scaring Jiang Xiaoyuan." Do you now understand why she followed you for no reason

Jiang Xiaoyuan unintentionally twisted the corner of the paper page with her fingers, and in the past few days, she had been preparing for the studio alone and preparing to go abroad, looking back at Jiang Bo like a tired autumn accountant. Jiang Bo's image blurred and became clear again in her impression. She remembered his wounds soaked in sweat under the brim of his hat and his gloomy eyes that he refused to expose in broad daylight, and remembered his back figure hurriedly walking in the hallway, as if about to fly up.

Personally, I suggest you consider other directions, "Qilian said." With your current abilities, being affiliated with any studio would be very popular. You should learn a few years of experience in studio operations, accumulate some connections, and avoid taking detours in the future

Jiang Xiaoyuan remained silent.

Qilian scrutinized her expression for a moment, feeling that her earnest words might be in vain.

He knew he sounded a bit indifferent, but he didn't know anything about Jiang Bo. Occasionally, he brushed past him, and in his impression, he was just an arrogant and weak chicken with a creditor's expression and a powdery appearance. Qilian watched Jiang Xiaoyuan work hard for so long and was moved by it, not wanting to see her hard work go to waste.

That day, Jiang Xiaoyuan's words to Jiang Bo were biased, and sometimes the efforts that flowed out were not only known by the victim.

Qilian: "Even if your boss is a good person, perhaps he is really a prodigal who has turned back, and what about his crazy foster mother? Would it be troublesome for you to get involved with her

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Back then, you couldn't afford to directly transfer money to Xu Jingyang's bank account. With us endless black accounts blocking the world, are you in trouble

Qilian: "..."

Jiang Xiaoyuan said, "At that time, the crackdown had not yet begun. Many pyramid schemes were particularly rampant, and the police were not afraid. When you went to catch Mr. Chen, weren't you afraid of causing trouble yourself

Qilian: "... This kind of dark history has the face to be heard by others. Chen Fangzhou is truly great

It's not easy for someone to become a dog like this after living in a mental hospital for two years, "Jiang Xiaoyuan whispered." Boss Jiang is almost becoming my idol in life

Qilian: "..."

If he had known that overthrowing black history could have won sympathy and admiration, could he have followed suit?