It was a sunny Sunday morning, but Yang Cheng's original plan to go out to bask in the sun and doze off was ruined by Lin Ruoxi's sudden pile of documents.
"Here you go. You have to finish reading them all. I've already booked the plane tickets for you and Qianni. Wednesday's flight. You will be back within a week."
Lin Ruoxi, who was only wearing a white silk nightgown, took out a briefcase out of nowhere. She threw it on the sofa and turned around to eat the breakfast that Mother Wang had prepared.
Yang Chen could only resentfully turn off the morning news he was watching. Actually, he mainly felt that this radio station's female anchor was rather pretty, and her voice was pleasant to listen to as well. But right now his wife had an order, and he also agreed to take on the project yesterday, so he could only start looking at the information.
As long as he promised, he would do it well. This was Yang Cheng's principle.
He took out three large stacks of documents from the briefcase. They were densely packed with words and diagrams. After a rough look, Yang Cheng roughly understood what the collaboration project was about: the research and development of new environmentally-friendly materials.
At first glance, this kind of material research and development project had nothing to do with a fashion industry company like Yu Lei International. After all, Yu Lei International operated fashion brand sales, fashion department stores, clothing, accessories, exhibitions, advertising, entertainment media, and so on. This kind of material research and development was more like a chemical and research project.
However, as one of the most important industries in the new century, the environmental protection industry, fashion products became more and more important to the health of the users and the protection of the environment.
Many developed countries had already started to regulate products made of non-environmentally-friendly materials. Products made of materials that were difficult to recycle were strictly prohibited. Products that could protect the user's health and could even be recycled. At the same time, products that could be recycled and had low costs and high profits were naturally more popular among consumers and countries.
From the materials, it could be seen that the most basic applications were new plastic materials and fiber materials. These materials could be used to manufacture clothing, mobile phones, electronic products, and fashion accessories. These products would all be the most competitive products in the future fashion industry, so it had to be said that they had a lot of research value.
Think about it, when you make a phone call, your mobile phone will give you some blood circulation in your ears. How happy would that be!
What was the most important? Health!
However, although this idea was good, Yu Lei International was more of a distributor and product designer. In terms of scientific research, it was only at the beginning stage. Therefore, if they wanted to be one step ahead, the best way was to borrow the resources of other companies and cooperate with them to gain benefits.
Of course, even if Lin Ruoxi and Zeng Xinlin could think of this, it didn't mean that the other companies could think of this and find a way to do it. Therefore, the secrecy at this stage was very important.
After Yang Cheng had a general understanding, he began to look at the specific development guidelines and the terms of the project to be negotiated next week. Although he did not understand many professional terms, it was not a problem for him to understand 70% to 80% of it.
Lin Ruoxi sat at the western dining table and ate her oatmeal in small mouthfuls. Because it was Sunday, it was a rare opportunity for her to relax. She went downstairs in her pajamas. Her long hair was messy and some of it was knotted. She did not have any makeup on, and the cold laziness that came from her bones made her originally perfect appearance appear a little refined.
Seeing Yang Cheng frowning and looking at the documents carefully, Lin Ruoxi could not help but smile. Although purposely making use of Yang Cheng's dislike for Zeng Xinlin to force him to participate in the work was a scheming thing, Lin Ruoxi did not feel that she had done anything wrong. In her eyes, Yang Cheng had a lot of untapped potential. It was just that he was too lazy and didn't have any desire to improve himself. If she could properly motivate him, this cheap husband of hers, who did not come from a noble background, would still become a horse that would make people look at him in a different light.
She also did not want to be a talent scout. She only hoped that one day when she walked out with him in public, other people's gazes would not be focused on her beauty, but on Yang Cheng's identity and status. Women always hoped that their men were worthy of respect and admiration. They would be jealous, but they would also feel proud. Even someone as indifferent as Lin Ruoxi was no exception.
Seeing that Yang Cheng was looking at the documents seriously, Lin Ruoxi nodded her head in satisfaction.
But at this moment, Yang Cheng's phone rang. Yang Cheng put down the documents and picked up the phone. It was Li Jingjing.
"Jingjing, what's wrong?"
"Brother Yang, did you forget? You promised me that you would accompany me to a place. Today is the weekend, and the weather is good. I think you should be free. "
Of course, Yang Cheng did not forget. Thinking that he had enough time to look at the documents, he said, "Alright, where should I pick you up?"
"Let's go to school. I just took some things from school and will wait for you at the school gate. See you later!" Li Jingjing seemed to be in a good mood.
Yang Cheng hung up the phone and shouted to Lin Ruoxi, who was sitting at the dining table, "I'm going out for a while. Leave the documents here first."
Lin Ruoxi, who thought that Yang Cheng was serious just now, felt that the beautiful scene in front of her eyes was instantly shattered! She was so angry that she almost threw the spoon in her hand to the ground. Seeing that Yang Cheng patted his butt and directly walked out, the first thing that came to her mind was a saying, "A leopard can't change its spots"! Of course, if one thought about it in a more vulgar way, it would be "a dog can't change its eating … eating … eating that"!
… …
Yang Cheng received a lot of salary this month, and with the tens of thousands of yuan that he extorted from Guo Ziheng, he was very well-off. Even if the price of oil was skyrocketing, he still filled up the BMW with the most expensive gas before going to Zhong Hai to pick up Li Jingjing.
When Li Jingjing, who was wearing a blue bubble dress, appeared in his field of vision, Yang Cheng was once again captivated by the girl's youthful and energetic appearance. Ever since she graduated from university and became a teacher, Li Jingjing had indeed become more and more beautiful. Not only did she know how to better highlight her own characteristics, but she also had an intellectual and confident temperament.
Her skin was like cream, her collarbones were delicate, her fine black hair was combed behind her head, and her forehead had a three-seven parting fringe. Standing there and waving at Yang Cheng with a smile, she immediately attracted the jealousy and hatred of many men passing by.
The video of the Jiang family's father and son finally allowed Li Jingjing to no longer be entangled in any way. Her work and life in school and at home were more on track. Her mood was good, and naturally, she was radiant.
Yang Cheng got out of the car and found that there was a large cardboard box next to Li Jingjing. It was tightly wrapped and he asked, "What's on the ground?"
Li Jingjing blinked. "It's a secret!"
Seeing that the little girl was in a good mood, Yang Cheng couldn't help but reach out and scratch her delicate nose, causing Li Jingjing's pretty face to turn red.
"Get in the car, I'll put the box in for you."
After Li Jingjing got in the car, Yang Cheng asked, "Where is the mysterious place you mentioned?"
"Zhongnan Avenue North Road." After Li Jingjing told him the address, she smiled and asked, "Big Brother Yang should be free in the afternoon, right?"
"I'm fine, why?"
"That's good, because if we go there, we may only be able to leave at night," Li Jingjing said.
Yang Cheng didn't ask much. After driving for less than half an hour, the car arrived at the address Li Jingjing mentioned. After taking a closer look, he was suddenly puzzled.
There were several neat three-story buildings surrounded by dense yew trees in the middle. The green area was very large, and there was a white and black sign hanging on the gate: "New Hope Orphanage."
Helping Li Jingjing carry the large cardboard box, the two of them walked all the way into the orphanage. Li Jingjing knew that Yang Cheng had a lot of questions, so she slowly explained, "A while ago, I brought the students to the welfare homes and nursing homes in this area to do volunteer work, such as cleaning, and so on. When I came to this orphanage, I thought that the children here were very cute, but they didn't have parents since they were young. How pitiful. So I played some games with them. After that, some children asked me if I could come to play with them again. Of course, I said yes, so I came here a few times by myself. But it's really tiring to accompany so many children alone. I don't have many friends in Zhonghai, and the students are all in their third year of high school. I don't want to affect their studies, so I thought of inviting Big Brother Yang to play with them. "
"To be honest, I don't really like it here." Yang Cheng smiled bitterly. "But I can understand your feelings."
Li Jingjing was stunned and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Big Brother Yang. I forgot that you are also an orphan …"
"It's okay, I'm already used to it. I'm just curious about how you want me to play with them." Yang Cheng asked.
Li Jingjing pursed her lips and smiled. "Actually, I was also inspired by another sister. The second time I came here alone, I met a very beautiful sister. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I heard from the dean that she often came here to tell stories, solve riddles, and read some interesting things to the children. The children liked her very much. And she has been doing this for many years. I admire her very much, and I want to do something for the children like her. I was thinking if I should bring some books for the children, learn from that sister, and tell meaningful stories to the children. Maybe this is better than playing games, and it's not so tiring. "
Yang Cheng nodded. "So your box is filled with books?"
"Not all of them …"
Without waiting for Li Jingjing to finish, a short middle-aged woman wearing a black dress came from the corridor and called out with a smile, "Jingjing, you're here again?"
Li Jingjing saw the person and smiled sweetly. "Yes, Dean Cha. How can I forget my appointment with the children?" She pointed at Yang Cheng and said, "This is Brother Yang Cheng, my friend. He came with me to play with the children today."
Dean Cha warmly greeted Yang Cheng and said mischievously, "Not your boyfriend, right?"
"No!" Li Jingjing blushed and said, "Brother Yang is already married. Don't talk nonsense, Dean Cha."
Dean Cha was a little surprised, but she still smiled and apologized to Yang Cheng. Yang Cheng naturally didn't mind. After all, according to the current situation in Hua Xia, it was really early for him to get married at his age.
He followed Dean Cha all the way into the courtyard. From what she said, the children were reading Tang poems together, so it was quiet outside.
When they walked to a corner in the middle of the courtyard, a mimeographed portrait hanging on the wall in the middle of the courtyard attracted Yang Cheng's attention.
Yang Cheng felt that a certain nerve in his mind was touched, but he didn't know why he had such a wonderful feeling. He just stopped and looked at the hanging oil painting in a daze.
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