Dodder fly to the enemy

Chapter 8

"real or fake?"

Gu Yihan stood up excitedly from his chair, but when he turned his face, he didn't see the expected scene.

"It didn't move." Gu Yihan's tone was a little disappointed, "You must be blind."

"It definitely did. I saw Mr. Ji move his fingers twice." Jiang Xinai insisted.

"It's because you reacted too slowly and didn't see it."

The two quarreled for a while like elementary school students.

After calming down, Gu Yihan said, "Even if what you just said is true, shall we try again?"

Looking at each other, the two approached the bed.

Gu Yihan said: "President Ji, Miss Yuan's birthday is coming soon, and the paintings you left before have been sent, look..."

Miraculously, Mr. Ji's pale fingers moved slightly.

Really moving! ! !

Gu Yihan froze.

Jiang Xinai ran out anxiously.

"I'll go to the doctor and come back and have a look."

On this day, Yuan Nanxi finally repaid the 2 million in reasonable batches to different creditors, and issued IOUs for those who had not paid off.

Most of the companies had a good relationship with Yuanshi before, and they didn't force her. Some asked for very low interest, and some didn't want it outright.

Among them, Ji's enterprise is the most benevolent.When Yuan Nanxi went to visit the headquarters of Ji's Enterprise in China, the person sent by the other party to receive her was very polite, and told her not to worry, but to return slowly, and even said that she could provide help. You're welcome, I don't have the nerve to ask for help.

There are also those who are not so easy to deal with. The other party directly didn't give her a good face and issued an ultimatum.

"I'll give you a month, and our small company is still pointing at the 10 billion turnover."

Yuan Nanxi took a taxi back to Xingyuan Community, suffering from a headache all the way.

How can we pay back 10 billion in a month.

Got out of the car, already very late.She habitually turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone to brighten up the dimly lit section between entering the community and the apartment building.

When we reached the first floor of the apartment, the light intensity of the lighting at the stairway was normal.

She lowered her head to turn off the flashlight, and heard the sound of the door opening in front of her. When she looked up again, she saw that the door on the first floor where the landlord's family lived was opened from the inside.

The landlord's single son came out of the door, and Yuan Nanxi nodded politely to him.

During the more than a month of living here, the landlord's family treated her well, and sometimes gave her some food when they cooked.

However, she still shy away from being alone with the landlord's son, and after politely nodding, she wanted to bypass him and go upstairs.

"It's not safe for you, a girl, to be outside so late, so you'd better come back early in the future."

Yuan Nanxi paused.She didn't look back, but she could feel the man's gaze on her, like a thorn on her back.

He answered "Okay" and continued upstairs.

When Yuan Nanxi's figure disappeared at the entrance of the corridor, the landlady also came out of the house.

The man's tone was dissatisfied: "Mom, you told me to hold back and said that I couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. It's been almost a month, and she still has this attitude."

"What's the hurry, she rented here for half a year, mom will help you..."

After entering the door, the door was still locked, Yuan Nanxi put the bag on the small cabinet at the door, changed into slippers and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The bathroom space is neither big nor small, it is combined with the toilet, and it is a simple squat toilet.The tiles on the walls are yellowed, and some of the tiles on the floor have been corroded.

There is no bathtub, only a shower, and Yuan Nanxi's bathing speed is a little faster than before.

After washing off the exhaustion of the day and lying on the bed, she asked Fang Yuanyuan, who was still in Italy, for help, and Fang Yuanyuan generously lent her the most of the existing funds.

There are a full 800 million, but compared to the 10 billion she will have to pay back in a month, it is still a drop in the bucket.

Fang Yuan was worried about her, so he made an overseas call.

"Nanxi, isn't that enough?"

Yuan Nanxi turned over and buried his head in the pillow, not knowing how to speak.

"Nanxi, let me give you a trick."

"Huh?" She raised her head slightly.

Fang Yuan said, "Don't you have several paintings sent by Mr. Ji?"

"Ah."

"Sell it first, Nanxi. Mr. Ji's paintings are hard to find, and even if you have money, you can't buy them. You sell them to solve your urgent needs, and then buy them back when you have money?"

Yuan Nanxi didn't make a sound.

The big brother Ji Yuanyuan talked about is Ji Feiran, the president of the Ji family, and Yuan Nanxi actually only met her once----

It was at the last art exhibition of Ji Feiran's life.

At that time, Yuan Nanxi was just a freshman, while Ji Feiran graduated with a master's degree in economics and oil painting. He was an outstanding graduate in both majors. Female, faced with the dilemma of choosing one or the other, she finally chose to take on family responsibilities and give up the path of art.

The last art exhibition was Ji Feiran's solemn farewell to his artistic career.

Yuan Nanxi has always liked Ji Feiran's oil paintings, and felt that her paintings had a magnificent artistic conception of living to death and blooming in full bloom.

On the day of the art exhibition, Yuan Nanxi asked the counselor for leave for the first time. He took a taxi alone, took the high-speed rail, and went to a suburban manor in the next city to witness the grand farewell.

There were many twists and turns on the way, and when she arrived, the exhibition hall set up by the manor seemed to be ready to close.

After begging hard, the staff said to give her another 5 minutes.

She thanked her and ran into the hall with a SLR camera around her neck.

All the exhibitors had already left, except for her who came late.

She took a deep breath, and the faint smell of oil paint floated quietly in the air.

The exhibition hall is the size of a living room, not too big, filled with oil paintings, mostly in bright colors.

Yuan Nanxi stopped and looked at a picture of roses burning in flames hanging on the wall - at that time, he thought that Mr. Ji must be a person with strong feelings.

She raised the SLR, squinted her left eye and was just about to take a picture.

"when---"

The painting fell in front of her without any warning.

She squatted down immediately, carefully picked up the painting, lifted it up to check, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no damage.

Just as he was about to ask the staff to explain the situation, he turned around and saw Mr. Ji himself.

They are not far apart.

Ji Feiran was dressed in a well-tailored dark black suit, just like the few photos of charity dinners circulating on the Internet, with a tall and straight figure, a cold and beautiful face, a gentle expression, a little pale, and seemed uncomfortable.

She paused for a while before nervously opening her mouth: "I'm sorry, I...no..."

Ji Feiran's voice was very gentle, even gentle, and he gave her a comforting smile, "It's okay. I saw it."

That day, she excitedly expressed to Ji Feiran her love for her paintings and her regret that she would never see her new paintings again. Ji Feiran thanked her for her liking and gave her the painting of burning roses.

She thought it was too expensive to accept.

"It fell in front of you, maybe it wants you to have it."

What a romantic thought.

That was the first painting she received from Ji Feiran.

Later, every year, an oil painting was sent over, with Ji Feiran's personal seal left in an inconspicuous place.

Yuan Nanxi's explanation to himself was: at the last moment, Brother Ji regarded her as the last person who could appreciate her paintings, or a destined place where she could put her ideals.

"Nanxi, what do you think?" Fang Yuanyuan called out to pull her thoughts back from the long memory.

Yuan Nanxi sat up from the bed, stretched his hands to the right, and hugged the painting 'Candlelight in the Dark Night' standing on the bedside table into his arms.

"Not for sale."

Fang Yuanyuan persuaded him to sell paintings for several days, but Yuan Nanxi was unwilling, so she finally died down.

"I really can't do anything about you." Fang Yuanyuan sighed on the phone, his voice seemed to be mixed with the sound of ocean waves.

"By the way, Nanxi, I was chatting with my dad yesterday. There will be a charity dinner in China in two days. At that time, many business leaders will attend. Let my dad introduce you to guarantee and find a good place to display your design talent. , can also make money, no, although it will be slower, but maybe the debt collectors over there can relax the deadline depending on your development."

"Thank you, far away."

"Don't talk to me like that, what kind of friendship do we have?"

"Then I won't say it."

"Well, go to sleep."

It is daytime and summer vacation in Italy. Fang Yuan is quite free, so he asks Yuan Nanxi to lie down and tells her fairy tales in Italian.They used to do this at night, in order to sharpen their ears and improve oral English.

Hearing the sound of even breathing coming from the phone, Fang Yuanyuan stopped.

She got up and poured a glass of water, drank it all, and listened to the sound of breathing over there for a while before hanging up the phone.

Two days later, Yuan Nanxi went to attend the charity dinner that Fang Yuanyuan had mentioned to her earlier.

The dress was prepared by Fang Yuanyuan's father, Fang Zhongxin, and provided by the brand responsible for hosting the charity dinner.

The skirt is made of a mix of pink and white colors. The skirt has an irregular hem, and the sides look like a cheongsam with high slits, and it has a low chest.

The style that those who have the right to choose will avoid the banquet - it is very easy to make people look black and gaudy.

Yuan Nanxi was the one who had no choice.

Fortunately, her superior conditions made her wear a fairy air.

When I got out of the car and walked through a section of the red carpet, the reporters on the side shouted: "Miss Yuan, look here!"

Walking into the venue holding Fang Zhongxin's hand, Yuan Nanxi separated from him, because he could feel the embarrassment of this uncle standing with her that was visible to the naked eye.

Someone even came up and asked, "Is this Mr. Fang's new love?"

Yuan Nanxi found a reason to go to the bathroom, and told Fang Zhongxin to leave her alone. She was already grateful for bringing her here, and she would work hard on the rest.

Before the dinner party started, Yuan Nanxi was holding a newly made official business card in his hand.Standing in the corner, she found the bosses of several art media companies among the chattering crowd. Before coming, she had done her homework in advance and was able to match her face.

But she had never done such a thing as self-recommendation.

When she finally plucked up the courage to go forward, two women walked towards her with glasses of champagne in their hands.

"Hehe-" A woman shook her cup, looked at her and said, "Isn't this the famous Miss Yuan Family?"

The other woman's tone was a little more kind, "What is Miss Yuan holding in her hand?"

"Business card?"

Yuan Nanxi nodded slightly.

The woman who swayed the cup before laughed contemptuously again, "In less than a month, even if Ms. Yuan finds a design job with the highest salary, it will be difficult to come up with 10 billion, right?"

Yuan Nanxi bit her lower lip, the woman was right.

But what should be done is still to be done, she believes that there is no unparalleled road, "This is my own business, don't worry about it."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to avoid the woman blocking the way in front of him.

The woman suddenly extended her arms and stopped her.

"If I tell Miss Yuan that you owe this debt to my family, will you still be so lofty?"

Yuan Nanxi was slightly stunned, and the woman took the opportunity to lift her chin.

"Perhaps there is a way to alleviate it. It depends on whether Miss Yuan is willing to grasp it."

She tilted her head to avoid the woman's touch, but her heart was a little shaken.

Seeing her frowning and thinking, the woman raised her hand and took out a business card from the inner pocket of her suit.

He laughed and said, "This is my business card. Ms. Yuan has a good look at it. If you think about it, you can call me."

When speaking, he held the business card between his fingertips and poked towards her chest.

The strings of her brain seemed to be snapped, and she couldn't move.

At the last moment, a cold, white and slender hand stretched out from the side.

It's Yun Ke.

Yun Ke stopped the hand that wanted to make trouble on her.

With a sneer, he asked the woman with the business card between her fingertips: "What is Miss Zhang doing?

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