Yuan Mansion, Songzhengyuan, central area of the Red Sandalwood Palace courtyard complex.
"Don't be overjoyed when you win...Don't be discouraged when you lose...He who has a thunder in his chest and a face like a flat lake can be called a general!"
With a hint of shame between his brows, Yuan Wangsong put down his cell phone and looked meaningfully at Yuan Yuqiu, who was bowing his head to deal with the theater's weekly report.
"Dad, your words... come from Tai Shigong's "Historical Records" (Emperor Zhuang Lie·Volume 1·Weak Crown Emperor)."
With his head held high and his chest held high, Yuan Yuqiu seemed to be facing his father's Chinese studies test calmly, but his hands hidden under the dining table were clenched into fists.
"You know exactly what I'm asking you, am I really asking you this?"
After Yuan Wangsong finished speaking, he raised his eyes and turned to glance outside the restaurant door. He made sure that his wife Yu Jiayuan was still watching TV with their two daughters in the living room.
"hiss!"
After sliding a long match to light the cigar, Yuan Wangsong did not reach for the Havana cigar that Yu Jiayuan had cut for him on the cigar stand. Instead, he secretly took out a slightly wrinkled long-filter flue-cured tobacco from the lining of his coat.
Then he looked outside the door and glared at Yuan Yuqiu. Yuan Wangsong slowly lit the cigarette with a fire and took a long puff of contentedly.
Wrinkling his eyebrows, Yuan Yuqiu took a few steps closer to Yuan Wangsong knowingly, and his tone became more relaxed: "Dad, do you know the hand I buried?"
"I didn't notice at first. You paid in cash, right?"
Father and son cooperated tacitly. After Yuan Yuqiu came over, Yuan Wangsong immediately felt relieved and he no longer frequently looked back to observe the situation outside the restaurant.
"Well, it was handled by Helena and I, with a single line of contact and cash paid in advance. It seems that the trend is already picking up..."
Yuan Yuqiu looked at Yuan Wangsong's mobile phone on the table with some confusion. His tone was a little annoyed: "I didn't expect that Yan Qing would be so merciless when it comes to spending money on himself... He easily defused my wave of flattery..."
"Huh...hehe..."
Yuan Wangsong exhaled a puff of white smoke, and Yuan Yuqiu's performance made him burst into laughter: "Why, it's not that it leads to nothing, it's the combination of right and wrong... He keeps saying one thing after another..."
Yuan Yuqiu knew his father's character very well, so he quickly showed an expression of sincerity and fear: "Dad...have you been paying attention to me...little things...just trivial..."
"What a joke?"
Obviously Yuan Wangsong was not satisfied with this answer. He flicked the ashes of his cigarette carelessly: "Then you don't want to know how I figured it out?"
Yuan Yuqiu nodded: "I think."
"I've been looking forward to your surprise move... I'm about to get off work and I'll hear a lot of employees discussing Yan Qing's self-deprecation in whispers..."
Yuan Wangsong spoke at a leisurely pace. He took advantage of his cigarette breaks to speak half-sentences from time to time, looking absent-minded: "It's only now that I realized that you have probably finished the trick."
As if realizing that he was losing his composure, Yuan Wangsong reached out and patted Yuan Yuqiu's shoulder. He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "The last move of Jian Zou Peak was just one move away. It seems you are still not convinced..."
Yuan Yuqiu nodded in confusion, then realized the meaning of Yuan Wangsong's words, and hurriedly shook his head: "It's not that I'm not convinced, I just don't understand how Yan Qing found out. The task that those marketing accounts received is very simple, which is to change Responsible for blowing in different ways..."
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"Hey, let me tell you...why does it smell so strong?"
Suddenly Yu Jiahua's voice interrupted Yuan Yuqiu's words, and he skillfully stretched out his hand to pick up the cigarette butt that Yuan Wangsong had hurriedly handed over. Only then did he show the embarrassment of being caught and turned to face his mother.
"…mom…"
"Qiu'er, you let your dad smoke second-hand smoke again! You can't bear it..."
While Yu Jiayuan adjusted the ventilation power of the central air conditioner in the restaurant to the maximum, she did not forget to scold Yuan Yuqiu: "Look, your dad did so well today, he didn't even smoke a cigar..."
"Actually, I want to save it and smoke it later..."
Yuan Wangsong blushed. He pushed his son quietly under the table and said to Xini: "Honey, Qiu'er is also under a lot of pressure now...forget it...forget it..."
"Mom, I know I was wrong. I am really addicted to cigarettes and I can't hold it back."
Yuan Yuqiu didn't understand Nai's father's hint, threw away the cigarette butt, and continued his scapegoating skillfully.
Yu Jiayuan looked angrily at Yuan Yuqiu, who bowed his head obediently and admitted his mistake: "I don't know what to do...I know clearly that your dad's old tracheitis...must be strictly controlled at fixed points and quantitatively..."
The couple always cooperated tacitly, Yuan Wangsong said with a straight face: "That's right, I won't do it next time."
"Mom~ hurry up~ it's about to start again~"
Yuan Yuyue's sweet voice urged her from the living room.
"Okay, okay, you two can continue chatting. Don't worry, it's still early...Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue, help mom press pause first."
Yu Jiayuan replied to Yuan Yuyue, gently put Yuan Yuqiu aside, and walked quickly to the double-door refrigerator in the restaurant. Professor Yu opened the refrigerator and took out the bottle of Yue Mo Xuan champagne that she had specially chilled in advance, and then hurried back to the living room.
Yuan Wangsong's originally stern face immediately relaxed. He looked at the well-behaved Yuan Yuqiu with satisfaction and took the initiative to continue the topic interrupted by his wife.
"I was also very surprised at the time, so I called Cui Shunping and asked him to take his team to take some time to study it."
Yuan Yuqiu knows Cui Shunping. He is the core figure of the think tank around his father Yuan Wangsong, the chief scientist of Pantai Industrial Think Tank Center, an academician of the Chinese Academy of Engineering, a professor of Aurora University, a doctoral supervisor, and a top expert in the frontier field of big data analysis in China.
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He asked curiously: "What did Professor Cui say?"
"They built a model to capture data from whispers, and after analysis, they realized that out of the 674 pieces of related data posted by a total of 162 accounts of the three interactive companies in the first eight days, 566 were bragging about your plans.
The starting point..."
After patiently picking up the phone and answering Yuan Yuqiu's questions, Yuan Wangsong seemed to have thought of something else. The reckless temperament he had when he made his fortune flashed across his face ferociously, and he coughed and cursed:
"Ahem~ I really don't understand. Is it so easy to make money on the Internet now? ~Ahem~ Are our PV departments just a bunch of losers? ~Ahem~ How can we invest in the projects we are looking for~ Ahem~"
"Dad, don't get excited. It's not worth it to make your body angry."
Patting Yuan Wangsong's back considerately, Yuan Yuqiu thought secretly.
But he still couldn't figure it out. After Yuan Wangsong calmed down, Yuan Yuqiu couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it surprising that Professor Cui's team can analyze it? Why should Yan Qing be that little loli who sells flowers? She has this ability."
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"Yan Qing, why? One is Shao Qing from Dingxin before. That woman is a ruthless character, and... there is also someone who just joined his studio some time ago."
Yuan Wangsong picked up the phone that he had put down due to coughing, unlocked it with his fingerprint and handed it to Yuan Yuqiu.
[Zhang Yameng, the former chief content review officer of Soulmate App. She is my most promising student at Aurora University and the only undergraduate student at the Aurora Big Data Computing Center that year.]
Looking at the subtle text message from Cui Shunping on the phone screen, Yuan Yuqiu repeated hesitantly: "Zhang Yameng?"
Yuan Wangsong had a complicated expression. He lowered his voice and read out the first forbidden word in Yuan Mansion: "Si Yuan...her roommate..."
Yuan Yuqiu was stunned for a moment, and he muttered: "Sister..."
"The deceased is gone, let's not talk about it anymore. Qiu'er, you like to go off the rails and insist on doing the right and odd combination. I won't force you. After all, this is how you got up."
Looking at Yuan Yuqiu who was distracted, Yuan Wangsong sighed, and then looked back at the living room with a particularly gentle tone: "Anyway, I will support you if you fall. As long as you grow, I think even failure is valuable."
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Yuan Yuqiu's two sword-shaped eyebrows quivered in front of his forehead, mist flowed in his eyes, and the painting style in the restaurant suddenly became fatherly and filial.
"Tai Shigong's two sentences, do you mean..."
"Well, feel free to grind with him. Even if you become the number one whetstone in China, if you can cultivate Yan Qing's mentality of having a thunderous chest and a flat lake, even if you lose half of Pantech's market value, I will
They all enjoy it very much... I am very happy with it."
After Yuan Wangsong finished speaking, he lit the cigar specially approved by his wife with a match, and began to smoke and savor it with a face of intoxication.
"Dad, be careful of your old wife's strict control..."
With a double entendre, Yuan Yuqiu began to sing in a low voice bitterly: "No, I will tell my mother later. This time I have made the firmest determination to quit smoking completely."
Waving his cigar, Yuan Wangsong nervously glanced outside the restaurant door and said angrily: "You traitor! How dare you?"