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Chapter 25

The two bickered all the way to Jiang Lian's house.

Yan Zhengming is so familiar with the road that he seems to have returned to his own home, and the access control system at the gate can directly recognize his face!

The housekeeper didn't feel surprised at all when he saw them coming in, or he was as polite and thoughtful as he was treating guests, he just greeted them politely, and then told Yan Zhengming that Jiang Lian was upstairs, and he immediately asked someone to set the dinner plate, It seems that Yan Zhengming is also regarded as the master of this family.

Zhong Lin finally understood why Yan Zhengming was willing to tie his career with Jiang Lian, and why he dared to delegate power to Jiang Lian so reassuringly.

Compared to Yan Sicheng, he and Jiang Liancai are more like brothers.

Jiang Lian came down from the stairs and saw the two of them biting their ears in the corner of the sofa. He couldn't help teasing: "You two are almost done. I lost my eyesight. I want you to pay for it."

Zhong Lin was discussing with Yan Zhengming about buying a massage chair, but Yan Zhengming strayed from the topic halfway and started to be serious again.

Now being bumped into by Jiang Lian and at someone else's house, Zhong Lin was a little embarrassed and flustered, but he still smiled at him pretending to be calm, deliberately changed the subject and said, "He didn't reply to you."

"Because he knows that his two strokes are enough to deal with a certain Zou's two hundred and five, and he doesn't want to ask for trouble from me."

Zhong Lin had a hard time imagining that Yan Zhengming, a first-level player with a mouthful of mouth, would look at him with interest when he heard the words when he was not as good as others.

Yan Zhengming was not fooled: "Brother, I am in a good mood today, so I don't care about it like him."

Jiang Lian smiled and looked at Zhong Lin: "Zhong Lin, do you know the next sentence of Wugou before the horse?"

Zhong Lin couldn't guess what the next sentence was, but he guessed Jiang Lian's intention, and thought out a sentence cooperatively: "There are all hurdles in front of you?"

Yan Zhengming: "..."

What happened when my boyfriend suddenly turned his elbow outward?

Jiang Lian gave Zhong Lin a thumbs-up, and then said to Yan Zhengming, "I'll send you a flat batch, don't be afraid of difficulties, just do it if you don't agree."

Zhong Lin laughed out loud.

Yan Zhengming finally couldn't hold it back, and counterattacked: "Your mouth is so poisonous, I'm really worried that you will be alone for the rest of your life."

"How is it possible that someone like you can find such a good boyfriend as Zhong Lin, anyway, I have a little advantage over you, and I don't have high requirements for the other half, so I won't."

"Damn, you have such a big face! Where am I missing you?"

"The appearance is not much worse, but it's a little bit two hundred and five. When I cry, I look like a mentally handicapped with well-developed limbs."

"Get out!" Yan Zhengming became angry, and started the mutual harm mode, "You are not short-sighted and still wear glasses all day long, pretending to be a gentleman, you are not a wolf with a big tail at all."

"I told you that if you are stupid, you should read more books. These are anti-blue light glasses."

"..."

Zhong Lin could see that none of the three brothers was any better than the other. They usually pretended to be mature and dignified in front of outsiders, but when they got together in private, they would bicker endlessly like elementary school students, and each had its own merits.

Jiang Lian was indeed slightly better in this aspect, and after several rounds, Yan Zhengming didn't get any advantage.

The two talked to each other with each other, and didn't stop until it was time to serve.

Zhong Lin looked at the dishes on the table and sighed subconsciously: "It's just the three of us, so many dishes."

"There are many types, but the portions are actually very small. Don't worry." Jiang Lian began to slander again, "Some people can't do what they want, but he is always No. 1 in cooking. It won't be wasted with him."

"Come on, I'm a born idiot, you won, can you take a break?"

Yan Zhengming has always been able to bend and stretch. After admitting defeat, he turned his head and explained to Zhong Lin: "The food made by their chef is delicious. It's your first time here. I want you to try it all, so I specially prepared it before coming here. Say hello to him and tell him to be more prepared."

Although Zhong Lin was worried that too much food would be wasted, he would not tell others how to treat guests, especially Yan Zhengming who greeted them specially, and smiled at Jiang Lian who was opposite him: "I don't want too much tonight. Do you feel sorry for your hospitality if you eat something?"

Jiang Lian replied with a smile: "That's not true. Today's table is full of our master's specialty dishes. Whether it's delicious or not, you must eat more to save face. Let's start."

Rich people pay great attention to the quality of life. Yan Zhengming’s family pays attention to ostentation, and likes the house to have a large space and luxury to save face. Jiang Lian’s family is particularly demanding in terms of food, and the two chefs in the family are all certified. , The cooking skills are not inferior to Michelin chefs.

The table is full of delicious food, the appearance is excellent, any dish will be full of fragrance in the mouth.

Zhong Lin suffered a crime last night and was a little bit cold. He had no appetite at first, but now he was provoked by the delicacies on the table, and finally made himself full.

After dinner, the three drank tea and chatted in the tea room on the second floor.

Jiang Lian said that he picked a few companies with good cost performance and asked Zhong Lin to take a look first.

While flipping through the information, Zhong Lin couldn't help but praise: "You are too efficient!"

Although he knew that Yan Zhengming must have greeted Jiang Lian long ago, these things cannot be made in a day or two.

Jiang Lian looked at Yan Zhengming with bad intentions: "Naturally, you can rest assured about what the leader told you. Are you satisfied with my efficiency, Mr. Yan?"

Yan Zhengming threw a pillow and hit him.

"It's enough."

Jiang Lian caught the "hidden weapon" he threw with one hand, and asked Zhong Lin with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "How is it? Are you interested?"

He picked three companies, a catering company and the other two clothing companies.

"I don't know much about the catering industry, and I don't have any resources in this area."

Although the catering company was making a good profit, its business scope was too complicated, and it was not a store catering in the traditional sense. Apart from hotels and schools, a large part of its business came from construction projects and canteen contracting.

Zhong Lin didn't dabble in this aspect at all.

And if you do this, you will inevitably have to travel and socialize everywhere, and Yan Zhengming will not agree.

Yan Zhengming said: "If you are not interested, we will not consider it."

Jiang Lian asked, "What about the other two?"

The other two are Jiangnan Mengyu Clothing Co., Ltd., which makes Hanfu, and Lishui Qianmu Garment Co., Ltd., which makes pajamas.

"Comparing the information shown in the data alone, Jiangnan Mengyu's revenue is indeed much better than that of Qianmu Garment, and the company's development is relatively more stable. But if I were to choose one of these two, I would I will choose Qianmu to make clothes."

He took a look and found that Jiangnan Mengyu's current monthly turnover is basically around 200 million.

Their business scope, cost control, marketing methods, and even after-sales logistics are relatively complete, and they are already well-known in the industry, so their performance has been relatively stable.

As sellers, this is their advantage, but as a buyer, this is not a good thing for Zhong Lin.

Because if you want to improve your performance in the future, unless you change your marketing method, open up the market, and expand your business scope.

For example, cooperate with game companies or expand the scale.

However, the circle of Hanfu is originally a niche circle, and the audience is too small. The process of developing the market must be very long and difficult, and more costs need to be invested.

Although the current turnover of Qianmu Clothing is not comparable, it has a wider audience, the process is relatively simple, and the product production technology is not difficult. Zhong Lin happens to have a lot of clothing material supplier resources in his hand. One piece also has a lot of room for manipulation.

If you give him a deadline, Jiangnan Mengyu will take over. Within one year, he is confident that the monthly turnover will increase from 200 million to 300 million, but he can achieve 500 million or even more for Qianmu Garment.

Jiang Lian and Yan Zhengming knew that he hadn't finished speaking, so they didn't interrupt, and waited for him to give a reason.

Zhong Lin thought for a while and said: "For example, these two companies are like two semi-finished paintings to me. The difference is that the former is realistic and the latter is abstract. The style and trend of the former have basically fallen into dust. Sure, after I take over, as long as I follow the rules of the previous artist, there will be basically no major troubles in the end, but I can't think of any way to modify it to be more amazing, and the latter has a lot of room for me to freely develop .”

Speaking of this, Zhong Lin smiled, with obvious confidence in his smile: "I prefer challenging jobs."

Sitting opposite him, Jiang Lian was suddenly caught by his smile.

In the past, he thought that Yan Zhengming, a serious face control patient, fell in love with Zhong Lin because Zhong Lin was good-looking, but now it seemed that he finally understood why he was so fascinated by Zhong Lin.

There was light in those clean black eyes.

Especially bright when smiling.

Zhong Lin didn't notice that he shook his head, and asked, "What do you think?"

Jiang Lian's thoughts coincided with his: "Although these data may not be 100% accurate, they will not be too bad. In the long run, I also think that Qianmu Garments has more room for improvement."

Yan Zhengming didn't read the information carefully, he just wanted to be the shopkeeper when Zhong Lin was by his side. Hearing what they said, he asked Zhong Lin, "Then I will ask the lawyer and accountant to talk to them tomorrow?"

"You can talk about it, and if the price is right, do it."

Jiang Lian also offered reassurance: "You don't have to worry about bargaining. If you can't negotiate, I'll ask Mr. Qu for help later. He is friends with the boss of Qianmu Garment. I heard that there is no shortage of money there, just because there is an urgent need." I want to go back to Germany to inherit the family business, so I plan to sell this company that doesn’t make much money.”

Later, several people discussed follow-up questions one by one.

Although Jiang Lian was younger than Zhong Lin, he was actually more experienced in this area and gave him a lot of useful advice.

Zhong Lin is smart and self-confident but never conceited. It is rare for someone to teach him everything, so he naturally learns with an open mind.

Yan Zhengming saw that he was so obedient, his heart itched so badly, and when Jiang Lian lowered his head to dig things in the drawer, he finally couldn't help leaning over to steal a scent on Zhong Lin's face.

Zhong Lin stared at him speechlessly.

As soon as Jiang Lian looked up, he saw that he was bullying Zhong Lin, and couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him: "Yan Zhengming, you can't stop."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Xiu En'ai quarreled with the dog."

"People like you can have friends, Hua Tsai and I are really too kind."

Yan Zhengming looked as if he wanted to be beaten: "But what should I do, there is no one in this world who regrets selling medicine."

The blue veins on Jiang Lian's forehead were throbbing: "Zhong Lin, it's not that I don't want to keep you, it's just that some people are too annoying, you'd better take him away, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold us back when we fight later."

Yan Zhengming finally regained the upper hand and wanted to make further progress, Zhong Lin manually shut him up: "I'm really sorry, this guy didn't take his medicine when he went out, I'm laughing at you."

Jiang Lian looked sympathetic: "Thank you for your hard work."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

At nine o'clock in the evening, the two came out of Jiang Lian's house, ready to go home.

Zhong Lin wanted Yan Zhengming to send him back to the company dormitory because he didn't change his clothes.

But Yan Zhengming said: "I'll let Xiao Wu deliver it to you tomorrow morning. If we don't go home tonight, we'll go to Wandu."

While driving, he thought, the matter of cohabitation must be settled as soon as possible.

Zhong Lin was silent for two seconds, then turned to look at him, and acted pitifully to him: "Yan Zhengming, my back really hurts."

Last night Yan Zhengming was too crazy to be behind, he was not feeling well all day today, and now he just wants to go back and have a good sleep, but recently sleeping with Yan Zhengming, covering the quilt and just chatting is an extravagant hope.

Tomorrow was Monday, there was a lot to do, and he didn't like having his plans disrupted.

Yan Zhengming also turned to look at him.

The moment his eyes met, he suddenly realized that he had committed an old problem just now—as soon as he felt that Zhong Lin wanted to separate from him, he would habitually act arbitrarily and subconsciously want Zhong Lin to obey his arrangements.

If it was the past, even if Zhong Lin didn't confront him, he would probably be sulking, and then he would think wildly, thinking that Zhong Lin was too indifferent to love him, and messing around with Zhong Lin.

On the eve of their breakup three years ago, it was not uncommon for the two of them to quarrel over a trivial matter.

Looking back now, I really regret it.

But what moved him was that even if Zhong Lin was protesting against his dominance, he would choose to remind him in a way he could accept.

He parked the car on the side of the road, turned around and looked at Zhong Lin, stretched out his hand to gently caress his face, and apologized softly: "Baby, forgive me for being rude last night, I just waited too long for this day Now, all of this is as beautiful as a dream to me. Every time I wake up in the middle of the night without you by my side, I still feel uneasy, and I always want to be inseparable from you. Sometimes I get too carried away and ignore your feelings. But you know, I won't really force you to do anything you don't want to."

Whether it was before or now, he wanted to get close to Zhong Lin because he loved Zhong Lin, so he couldn't help it.

I used to have no sense of security, and my heart was like a bottomless pit, so I always wanted to get it through the most intuitive and quickest way.

But sex was never the end.

Love is.

"I know."

Zhong Lin has always been soft rather than hard, and he can tell when Yan Zhengming is molesting him and when he is serious about guaranteeing him.

"I don't blame you, I just..." Zhong Lin thought for a while, then changed the subject, and praised him jokingly, "I'm afraid that you are too charming, and it will make me dream about it."

Yan Zhengming was coaxed to be happy, he leaned over and kissed him, and said with a smile, "Then I'll take it away?"

"This can be."

Yan Zhengming still took Zhong Lin back to Wandu.

Zhong Lin was so sleepy that he swayed in the car and fell asleep.

After Yan Zhengming brought him back, he measured it with a temperature gun, and it turned out that he had a fever. He blamed himself more and more, waited for Zhong Lin to take a bath, took medicine, and fell asleep early with his arms around him.

Zhong Lin slept very deeply that night, and woke up more than half refreshed the next day, and his fever subsided.

Only then did Yan Zhengming feel relieved, and began to hate each other again, saying that Zhong Lin didn't like sports and was picky eaters, his health was not as good as before, before they played all night and they were still full of energy the next day, but now he is still as strong as before, but Zhong Lin just It's not enough to accompany him for two rounds.

That smug look really deserved a beating, Zhong Lin couldn't hold back, and rewarded him with fried pork with a belt.

After breakfast, the two went to Tongxin to work together.

This time Yan Zhengming didn't put Zhong Lin off the car ahead of time.

If Zhong Lin had nothing else to do on weekends, he would basically stay in the factory to play games or play ball with those few colleagues who could play, but now let alone ask him to play, he can’t see anyone, and when he disappears, several In the evening and this morning, I saw him get off Yan Zhengming's car again, curiosity is inevitable.

But now Zhong Lin doesn't care what other people will gossip about him, and after the morning meeting, he devotes himself to his busy work.

Yan Zhengming was also busy on weekdays. He had several meetings in the morning, and there were endless documents to sign and calls to answer. Later, Jiang Lian called him to discuss the matter of Zhongqing, but he didn't have time to call Zhongqing. Lin said hello and left.

Zhong Lin saw that he had sent him a message when he was eating at noon.

Yan Zhengming is no longer like before, every time he sends a message to him, he must respond immediately, and if he doesn't get a response, he will start bombarding him with phone calls.

Zhong Lin was really entangled too tightly by Yan Zhengming in the past, but now that Yan Zhengming gave in a little bit, he felt inexplicably gratified, gratified by Yan Zhengming's change.

He has always liked a moderately tight relationship.

Being in love makes people look radiant and happy, even if the work is full of all kinds of maddening troubles and emergencies, it is not enough to offset the good mood.

For several days in a row, the two were busy with work during the day, and occasionally found time to relax. If they didn't socialize after get off work, they were basically decorating a new home.

After get off work yesterday, they finally went to buy the fish. Yan Zhengming chose the fish not by the type but by the eye.

In layman's terms, it is to be beautiful.

Whether it's the brightly colored blue-eyed bridal fish, the naive red gradient anchovies, or the gorgeous queen fairy, they all have one thing in common: they're all pretty.

Jiang Lian was right.

Yan Zhengming is a face control.

As soon as the decoration here was finished, someone yelled for Zhong Lin to pack up his things and go live with him in his new house, not even picking a date.

Zhong Lin was so tortured by him that he went back to the dormitory with him after get off work today to pack up and prepare to move.

He has very few things, and has always pursued minimalism in his life. He doesn't like to buy things randomly. Except for the necessities of life, the most bought thing is books.

The two worked together, and Yan Zhengming was helping him tidy up the desk and wardrobe. At the end of the day, he found a 14-inch lockbox hidden in the lower left corner of Zhong Lin's wardrobe.

He couldn't bear his temper, he raised his voice and asked Zhong Lin: "My dear, what's in it?"

Zhong Lin was originally busy arranging daily necessities, but when he heard the words, he turned his head, his expression changed when he saw the things in his hands, and he quickly regained his composure after a while.

"Just some idle gadgets."

The time was too short, Zhong Lin didn't have time to make up a better lie, so he could only try to keep his tone as natural as possible.

Yan Zhengming caught the flash of panic in his eyes, and became more and more curious: "You are so precious about idle gadgets? What are they? Why am I so curious."

"..."

Seeing that he was indifferent, Yan Zhengming acted like a baby to him: "Honey, I want to see, can I?"

"..." Zhong Lin struggled for a while and finally compromised, but his expression was a little uncomfortable: "Your birthday."

Sure enough, it has something to do with him.

Yan Zhengming was suddenly a little proud.

His birthday is November 11, and the combination lock of the box has three digits.

"Is it 111 or 119?"

"Try it yourself!" Zhong Lin was a little ashamed.

Although there is nothing shameful in the box, because those things were given to him by Yan Zhengming in the past, Zhong Lin secretly locked them for so many years, and now Yan Zhengming dug them out, it feels like some of his It is shameful for people to see through unknown hobbies for no reason.

Yan Zhengming opened the lockbox. Inside the box were his photos, 240G mobile hard drive, wireless earphones, mobile phone, watch, perfume, tie, cufflinks...

There is also a pair of custom plush handcuffs.

Yan Zhengming was moved and wanted to laugh, and shook the brand-new pair of handcuffs at him: "Baby, you don't want me to see it, is it because of this?"

"..." Zhong Lin didn't want to discuss this topic with him, "If you laugh again, you can go back by yourself tonight."

"I didn't laugh, I'm not touched." Yan Zhengming didn't smile, but the smile in his eyes couldn't stop, and he said with pretended regret, "I was looking forward to it for a long time, but in the end it didn't work out. It can be used, my dear, let's go back and try it tonight, it seems to be still usable."

"you shut up!"

"You can handcuff me, I won't resist, but you may have to work harder."

"Yan Zhengming, shut up!"

"You specially locked it with a combination box, because you are afraid of seeing things and thinking about others?"

Yan Zhengming was still frantically testing on the verge of being beaten.

"Fart, I wanted to throw it away!"

"Why didn't you lose it?"

"……A bit expensive."

"Since it's too expensive and you can't bear to throw it away, why don't you sell it?"

Among other things, he bought that Audemars Piguet for more than 40 that year, and all the certificates and procedures were complete. Zhong Lin had never worn it once, and if he sold it in a second-hand luxury store, he could sell it for at least 10.

Zhong Lin was very short of money a few years ago.

Zhong Lin was cornered by him, so he softened his tone: "Yan Zhengming, I'm hungry, hurry up and clean up, Aunt Lin is still waiting for us at home."

"Baby." Yan Zhengming looked straight at him with green eyes, he threw the things in his hands back into the box, sat on the sofa and patted the seat beside him, "Come on, let's have a chat .”

Zhong Lin was not fooled: "No, I want to pack my things."

"I'll clean it up later, come here, I'll tell you something."

"Tell me, I can hear you."

"No, I'll tell you when you come here."

"Yan Zhengming, you are so annoying."

Zhong Lin put the packed things into the packing box, and came to him cursing: "What's the matter?"

Yan Zhengming reached out and hugged his waist, and hugged his stomach through his clothes: "What should I do, I'm hungry too, and I'm weak, please charge me up."

"... Yan Zhengming, you are enough."

"Not enough, honey, you owe me three years of food, and it will take a long time for me to make up for it."

"Wait, next life."

"Alright, in the next life, I want to know you from birth, so that we can live and die together."

Zhong Lin didn't expect that Yan Zhengming had already practiced to the point where he could switch between dirty talk and love talk at will, so he had no choice but to bow down.

"Yan Zhengming."

He stepped forward and sat on Yan Zhengming's lap, hooking his neck and wanting to give him a kiss.

Unfortunately, Yan Zhengming's cell phone rang.

Yan Zhengming picked it up and looked at the unfamiliar number, hung up without thinking, then tightened his arms, and continued.

Then the phone rang again.

"Take it, in case you know each other."

Yan Zhengming picked it up: "Who is it?"

"Brother Zhengming, it's me, woo woo woo, can I go find you? I had a fight with my father."

On the other end of the phone was Lin Xiao, Zou Huasheng's distant cousin.

Although Zhong Lin has never met him in person, he is no stranger to him. Jiang Lian and Yan Zhengming often mentioned him when they chatted together before, and last week they said that they would go to Quling Mountain together when he came to Lishui tomorrow.

Yan Zhengming said that he is a real good boy, especially listening to his father, why did he suddenly quarrel?He was so noisy that he ran away from home.

He asked Yan Zhengming if he could come to him to prove that he had come to leave the water.

Yan Zhengming asked, "Where are you now?"

"I don't know, it seems like a park."

Lin Xiao stopped crying, and asked the stranger beside him on the other end. After a while, he came back and said, "The aunt who lent my mobile phone said this is Qujiang Park."

Yan Zhengming was amazed: "You didn't bring your mobile phone when you went out?!"

These days, almost everyone never leaves their mobile phones all day long. This is because they are in such a hurry that they don't even take their mobile phones.

"I..." The left side of Lin Xiao's face was hot. Thinking of his father, he couldn't help dropping the golden beans, sobbing and unable to speak.

It's not good for Yan Zhengming to continue to question him like this, he just said: "You wait there, I will come to pick you up right away."

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Today is a big chapter for Feifei^_^