Chapter 170 The Autumn Wind Takes a Break

Chapter 171 Autumn Breeze Occasionally Free

The library in Lanzhuang is more spacious and luxurious than the libraries in the city. The circular structure platform is surrounded by bookshelves. The bookshelves are filled with books from all over the world, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, spanning all major fields, and there are even photocopies of unique copies and out-of-print collectibles.

In the center is a huge carved wooden bookcase, towering into the sky. There are carved artworks related to books, album sculptures, and soft cushions everywhere on the stairs and floors. The warm yellow light eases the fatigue of the eyes.

In addition to the employees who report from the headquarters and subsidiaries, the people who come in and out here are more Lanzhuang servants, family members of employees, and internal subordinates. The books are not for display, but for reading.

Knowledge is shared by all mankind.

"Ah, this book makes me want to explore the bottom of the sea and travel around the world."

Sang Ting lay back on the furry carpet, clasped the travel notes against his chest, and reached out to touch the orange cat that was slowly pacing over.

This cat was born with a shiny coat. It was a little stray that wandered into the mountains. That day it jumped out of the grass, its furry figure against the light, like a floating dream heated by the sun in the afternoon, chasing after it. Butterfly bumped into Quan Heng's leg, and Mud Claw stamped a plum blossom on his trousers.

Having just finished talking about business, Quan Heng, who was physically and mentally exhausted, lowered his head and looked at Mao'er.

The setting sun was broken by the branches disturbed by the autumn wind, like orange candies scattered on the ground.

Instead of patting the butterfly, it raised its head and meowed at Quan Heng, a pitiful little gray creature with its head held high and its chest high.

"Little thing, you have good eyesight." Huo Yunbai said with a smile.

A man from a village bumped into the head of the family.

So he was brought back by the maid, washed and kept in the manor. No one criticized him even if he broke antiques, scratched silk and satin, and disturbed the flower field. But Quan Heng just let it go, and from then on, he really let it go.

Live a more nourishing life than anyone else, and look like a master.

Pedestrians who come and go all like this cat, and give him all the food he wants. They coax him into being carefree and carefree. He wanders around wherever he wants, teases the koi in the pond, and slumps on the bluestone road to pack "cat cakes", letting the autumn wind blow. Dressed in golden waves, no one stopped her when she entered the library.

Who would stop a kitten who loves to learn?

"Hey, Orange Candy, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why do you want to study, little kid? Let's memorize the alphabet first..."

Sang Ting scratched the cat's chin, trying to torture the poor cat with English that would kill a thousand cuts. There was a rustle around him, and a furry head passed by.

"Brother Xiaoting, what do you pronounce this character?"

Mu Jing held "The Little Prince" in her hands and pointed at a word quietly while suppressing her voice.

Sang Ting answered, but felt it was inappropriate, "I think you should read the version with Pinyin annotations, I'll look for it for you..."

At home, Sang Ting didn't realize that the library was quiet, so he wanted to get up and rummage around, but the carpet was so soft that he didn't have the strength to get up. After struggling for two seconds, he just wanted to fall asleep.

Sure enough, it is the autumn season and I want to take a nap.

The orange cat sat with its two paws placed obediently in one place, holding it upright for a moment. After a few seconds, it yawned lazily, twitching its tail every now and then, tilting its head and talking to the unfamiliar Twoleg cub. Looking at each other.

Mu Jing blinked and smiled brightly at it.

"Hey, what a funny cat. Is this cat so fat after having a baby?"

Huo Yunbai approached with a folder and a nearly bottomed wine bottle in one hand.

"No, it's just fat. It has been neutered a long time ago." Sang Ting stroked the cat's head twice more and looked at the wine bottle, which looked familiar, "What are you drinking?"

“Doudonon Cognac.”

One bottle, $1.89 million.

"Ouch! We don't have a lot of wine here. I'm still waiting to open a few bottles for my birthday!" Sang Ting became more energetic and jumped up. "Sister Yunbai, please leave me a glass!"

"Be honest, you're underage and can't drink."

Sang Ting fell down immediately, and a few seconds later resigned himself to looking for a book.

"Sister Yunbai, sister is inside."

Mu Jing pointed in the direction, which was the tea room inside the library.

But the purpose is to discuss business.

"Okay, got it."

Huo Yunbai walked in, but didn't open the door in a hurry.

Quan Heng recently plans to donate all the original original books to the National Museum, as well as some antique cultural relics that are not originally owned by Lanzhuang. These are the responsibility of Jing Luochen, the person in charge of the library, as well as investment in mountainous schools, talent assistance, and safety guarantees. matters.

Money is a small matter, but implementation is a bit troublesome.

If the money doesn't go well, it will feed others.

There was a noise in the house, the handle moved, and the door opened and an elegant and intellectual middle-aged woman walked out.

"Professor Jing." Huo Yunbai greeted.

She is a rough person and is not very interested in intellectuals, but she has great respect for intellectuals who are particularly business-savvy and do not stop reading.

Jing Luochen is the latter.

"When did you come back?" Jing Luochen looked at the documents in her hand and said thoughtfully, "Look for a chance to chat. You talk to the boss about business first, and I'll leave first."

"Easy to say." Huo Yunbai entered the door.

"How are things?"

Quan Heng didn't turn his head away. It could only be Huo Yunbai who came to see her at this time.

"What you said about cooperating with the city to repair the martyrs' cemetery, condolences to the families of the martyrs, and educational activities have been arranged. We have a dedicated person to follow up. The person who is in charge is Mayor Xie. Modern Building brought down Meng, who was supported by the Quan family. Executive, now all that’s left is…”

Having said that, she said no more.

"Mr. Bian is still anxious. Keep an eye on the art museum."

Quan Heng raised his hand to pour away the cold tea, his expression was calm and his tone was light.

"The person in charge of the art museum is Mayor Cheng's brother-in-law. He is very famous in the art circle. He also wants to organize a joint exhibition with foreign artist collectors. Among them, the Yamanaka Chamber of Commerce is also eyeing this piece of fat."

Mountain Chamber of Commerce?

Huo Yunbai's heart skipped a beat. She had heard Xu Hanbai say this. The Shanzhong Chamber of Commerce had acquired a batch of antiques and dared to take over the goods that Quan Lin's bastard had stolen. He was really a fool in line with the national spirit of the island country.

But the boss suddenly mentioned...

"The person in charge of the art museum wants to organize a cruise ship art exhibition to connect people, but whether it is art or a transaction of money and sex rights, he is not sure. Do you... want people to go and see it?"

"After all, it's Lao Bian's project, so let's ask people to support it," Quan Heng said, "But it's not easy to expose our relationship with Lao Bian on the surface, so let's do it privately."

That is to collect evidence without letting Kirigang show up.

"clear."

Huo Yunbai agreed and handed the document in his hand to Quan Heng: "Boss, there is something wrong with the revenue of the group in Europe. Although Fugang does not rely on these companies to operate, it is not a small problem. I will go there to do it this time." Investigation, you see..."

"Revenue is what the CEO of the group should worry about, not me." Quan Heng turned over a page of reports and put them aside. "If the revenue is not good, he should take the initiative to report to me and wait for me to hold him accountable... He should get his pension and take a good rest.”

Wugang never exploits its employees, and Quan Heng is generous enough, but this is no reason for his subordinates to cheat.

Whatever salary you receive, whatever burden you take on.

Incompetence is the original sin.

"It is true that he is incompetent, but the two-year vice president looks good, otherwise..."

"It's up to you to decide on the company's open accounts."

Quan Heng didn't care much and asked something he was interested in.

"How is the investigation about the fifth middle school going?"