When leaving the lounge, Du Qiu asked politely: "What does Miss Yan like to eat, Chinese or Western food?"

Yan Shengrong did not answer immediately, but raised his hand and signaled that he would hold his bag and not be convenient to wear a coat. He asked, "Mr. Du, can you help me?"

"certainly."

Du Qiu picked up the windbreaker hanging on the clothes hanger at the door, imitated the appearance of a waiter in the fashion store, held the collar and raised it up. Yan Shengrong turned his back to him, stretched out his arms and stuffed it into his sleeves, his movements were light and elegant, like a ballerina.

Yan Shengrong was a little close to her. Du Qiu touched her soft and fluffy hair with her hands, smelled the fragrant and charming fragrance on her nose, and glanced at the corners of her eyes with a plump and round curve. Although it was just an indirect stimulation, her body responded uncontrollably. Fortunately, she wore more clothes in winter so she would not reveal the filling. When the windbreaker was put on, he took two steps back, half admired and half avoided, and said, "Miss Yan has a good figure."

"Mr. Du means I am not good-looking, but I have a good figure?" Yan Shengrong teased himself with a smile, then plucked his short hair with a slightly fluffy and said, "I heard that Mr. Du has a great cooking skills. I wonder if I have the chance to taste it?"

Du Qiu gradually adapted to her unexpected behavior, not following the cards, and needed time to digest the information she had just heard, saying, "I can only make some simple home-cooked dishes. Since Miss Yan is interested, then go to my house. You should know what brand of soy sauce I use, right?"

"I really don't know this."

Du Qiu drove a Porsche today. When picking up the car in the parking lot downstairs, Yan Shengrong said: "Mr. Du, I also like cars. Can you let me drive it?"

"Yes, as long as you don't drive at will."

"I'm a newcomer and I'm not familiar with the road, so why do I have to drive?"

Having said that, Yan Shengrong seemed to be very familiar with the environment of Yuncheng. Du Qiu reminded her a little, and she knew how to go next. When she arrived at Jingui Garden and the security guards came to register at the door, she joked: "Mr. Du, there is probably only one private enterprise boss in China, and she will ask the government to send active armed police to help you guard the gate."

There were originally several laid-off workers at the entrance of the community as security guards, but after the Internet conference, they were upgraded to veterans. When Du Qiu came back at the end of December, he saw several new faces. Because he was wearing casual clothes, he thought it was a newly recruited one, but he didn't expect it to be an active armed police officer and said in surprise: "Who sent them?"

"Of course it's Yuncheng City Government. You are the richest and most valuable person in this city, so you must be strictly protected."

Du Qiu's heart tightened when he heard this. He looked at the familiar community through the car window, frowned and asked, "Is there anyone from the security department monitoring me in this community?"

"No."

"No?"

"No." Yan Shengrong didn't understand Du Qiu's nervousness, looked at him, and said, "First, now is not a special era; second, you have no criminal record; third, you are a world-class talent that the country attaches great importance to. Therefore, the security department will not monitor you for no reason. Even if it is necessary to monitor for security reasons, it will send someone to negotiate with you in advance."

"Is that right?" Du Qiu had a ghost in his heart because of his laptop and smartphone, and questioned: "Since there is not, how did you know that the Japanese spy Qian Bin wants to buy a house opposite my house?"

"Qian Bin was on the surveillance list of the security department for stealing national statistics two years ago. Even if I don't tell you today, someone will come to notify you in a few days... Where is the car parked? Or the garage or downstairs?"

"Drive directly downstairs." Du Qiu slapped his forehead with his palm and said annoyedly: "You even know where I usually park, but you still say there is no surveillance?"

"This is not a military restricted area. I will just ask a reporter who has been here and you will know the general situation. Turn left in front, right?"

"Um."

Yan Shengrong did a lot of homework and parked the Porsche downstairs in the residential building with a familiarity. When he got off the car, he said, "This car is good, I hope I can own one in the future."

“It’s easy to realize this dream with your ability.”

"It's really easy if you only look at the results, but it's quite difficult if you want to achieve it in the way I like." Yan Shengrong pinched the car key with his index finger and middle finger, gently placed it on Du Qiu's palm, and said with a smile: "So I'm here to find Mr. Du, hoping that you can help me realize my dream."

Du Qiu was most afraid of two kinds of people, one was a tough person without desire, and the other was a nonsense. Yan Shengrong had something to ask for, which meant that the two could cooperate. Therefore, he breathed a sigh of relief and led her to the third floor, opened the door, and greeted: "You sit there casually, I'll go and see what food is in the kitchen."

"Mr. Du, please give me a gift." Yan Shengrong stood in the living room and looked around the decoration in the room, saying, "Your sister has a good taste and is a person who knows how to live."

"She is indeed."

Beauty can be connected. Du Chunhua has practiced calligraphy for more than 20 years, and her aesthetic taste is much stronger than that of ordinary people. After having money, she re-transformed the environment at home according to her own preferences. Although the effect of the result is not as sweet as a senior designer, it is quite interesting and has a more lifelike atmosphere.

Du Chunhua has been learning to make Huaiyang cuisine from Xue Liping recently. He has prepared a lot of game and vegetables in the kitchen. Du Qiudao is not very good at craftsmanship and has no intention of making complicated dishes. After looking through it for a while, he decided to make four dishes such as vinegar, cabbage, minced meat, eggplant, venison and steamed silverfish eggs. While cooking, he thought while thinking. Yan Shengrong did not disturb him in the kitchen, but played the piano in the living room. After a while, he changed four or five songs. He had skillful fingering and could do whatever he wanted, and seemed to have reached a professional level.

"Okay, come and have a meal." Du Qiu brought the food to the dining table, took off his apron, and said, "You play the piano well, have you practiced for many years?"

"It's been almost 10 years, and I started practicing after I was admitted to college in 1986." Yan Shengrong stopped playing, closed the lid of the piano, and said, "Actually, I don't like piano much."

"Then why have you practiced for so long?"

"Just make up the storefront, just as a stepping stone to enter the advanced social circle." Yan Shengrong walked to the dining table, pulled open the chair and sat down, and said, "Just like Yang Fan from your company, he may not really like the saxophone style. However, after Clinton came on stage, this thing was very popular in the United States, so he went to learn it so that he would not have nothing to talk about in social occasions."

Although this statement is suspected of conspiracy theory, Yang Fan does not show any sign of liking saxophone. However, Du Qiu did not practice harmonica because he liked it. In essence, like these two people, they both regarded music as a tool, not art.

"I don't know what flavor you like, just make it casually." Du Qiu put a bowl of rice and handed it over, saying, "If you don't like it, just say it, there are dumplings you made yesterday at home."

"I have a lot of flavors and eat everything." Yan Shengrong picked up a piece of venison and tasted it, nodded and said, "It's pretty good. It seems that the rumor is that you have a good cooking skills, not just a compliment."

"When I watch TV, whether it is an ancient Chinese butler or a modern British butler, I speak very tactfully." Du Qiu used teasing to put the topic seriously, sat down opposite her, and asked, "What kind of butler do you think you want to be a butler for me?"

"The housekeeper is just an inappropriate analogy. With Mr. Du's wealth and experience, he should have heard of Swiss private banks and American family offices..." Yan Shengrong was extremely capable of observing his expression. He captured Du Qiu's subtle expression changes and immediately changed his words and said, "You have already come into contact with it, right?"

Finally something you don't know...

I thought you even knew what color my underwear was...

Du Qiu secretly complained that he did not say that he already had a family office in the United States, but just nodded.

"Since Mr. Du has already been in contact, I won't give much time to explain." Yan Shengrong's every move seemed to have been trained, and even eating a piece of jealous cabbage seemed very elegant. After chewing it slowly, he said: "Mr. Du should be very clear about Wei Zhiming's father's resume, right?"

After Du Qiu and Wei Zhiming had a conflict on November 8, Liu Yunlai, under the reminder of Sun Shaojie, quickly found out the details of the Wei family. Wei Zhiming's father was named Wei Baoguo. He was an apprentice in a foreign bank in Pujiang before liberation. After liberation, he was sent to Hong Kong. He worked for China Resources for 11 years. In 1963, he went to London and worked in the Chinese Embassy in the UK. In 1968, he was transferred to Geneva, Switzerland. In 1985, he returned to China due to physical reasons. He has been in a state of recuperation and leisure and has not participated in the work anymore.

"The old man has helped many capable families in Switzerland to manage their property and accumulated rich experience. After returning to China, he has always wanted to open a company similar to a private bank. And I am the apprentice he trained. I originally planned to register for the company after I graduated from the International Political Academy. "Yan Shengrong pursed her red lips, as if she was a little sad, and said, "It's a pity that the plan is not as good as the change. I just graduated in 1990, and the old man had a stroke. He had to arrange for me to inherit his connections in the name of marriage. Now that he has passed away, I am going to inherit his will and start the company."

Girl, although your surname is not Dong, you are really a person with a story...

This story is very legendary, but unfortunately there are too many suspicious points, and the authenticity is unknown...

"Since you have inherited your connections from Mr. Wei, you can open the company, why do you come to me?"

"There are three reasons. First, I am too young. Those families don't trust me and can only take on some simple jobs. It's not exciting enough." Yan Shengrong put down his chopsticks, picked up the spoon, and gently stroked his eyebrows and said, "Second, I am too beautiful. Men are always hooking me up, and women are always guarding against me, and they are tired when doing it."

"Your two reasons exist in mine." Du Qiu stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of venison and asked, "What is another reason?"

"I want you to give me a baby."
Chapter completed!