One hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall, broad shoulders and narrow hips, slim black suit, the standard melon seed face under black sunglasses is undoubtedly revealed, and the red lips are slightly pursed at the moment, obviously his master is not in a good mood.

"Xu Tezhu, this month's bonus is gone." The man looked at the scene in front of him and said in a displeased voice.

"I'm sorry, President." Xu Tezhu lowered his head in shame, annoyed by the imperfections in his work, and did not have a trace of unwillingness to be punished.

The reporters, who had just suffered a loss, did not give them more time, and rushed to the front, scrambling to start asking questions.

"Hello President Jing, have you just returned from a business trip to Australia?"

"Mr. Jing, can you tell us about your trip to Australia, and whether Jing's Group will make big moves in the near future?"

"Mr. Jing, is your trip to Australia related to the rumors some time ago? Is there something wrong with Jing's? ”

"Could you please answer me?"

"That's right! Say a few words! ”……

Qin Yuan and the others, who had already been squeezed out of the circle by the swarming reporters, all looked at the scene in front of them in surprise.

"It turned out to be him, no wonder!" Qin Yuan suddenly realized.

"Who is it, Brother Qin, aren't these reporters here to shoot Miss Yun? How can this man make them so excited! "Everybody doesn't know why.

"That is Jing Chuan, the president of Jingshi Group, the No. 1 real estate tycoon in China, and the famous diamond king Lao Wu." Qin Yuan's introduction said.

"He's Jingchuan! The famous rich second generation! ”

"People aren't those useless second ancestors! Okay, we don't have anything to do, let's go back and pay the errand, there is still a lot of work to be done at the exhibition. Saying that, Qin Yuan took the lead, and several people walked out quickly.

Ten minutes later, a deep and luxurious Maybach Mercedes Benz was on the streets of Kyoto, and Jingchuan, who had finally escaped the siege of reporters, sat in the car.

"Who leaked the news?" Jing Chuan sat in the back row and asked with his eyes closed.

Hearing this, Xu Tezhu hurriedly turned around and replied: "I have already asked, those reporters came to interview a painter who came back from the United States today, but they released pigeons, and we just happened to be bumped into by them." Xu Tezhu felt that he was particularly aggrieved today, and he suffered an unwarranted disaster for no reason.

"Painter?" Jing Chuan opened his eyes in some surprise, as far as he knew, the domestic cultural industry did not seem to be so developed, when did the domestic media start to pay attention to these.

"Yes, I heard that it is a Chinese female painter named Yun Xiwen, who has gained some international reputation in recent years, and this seems to be her first time in China."

"So we're being used as cannon fodder." Jing Chuan said without emotion.

"I'm sorry, President." Xu Tezhu lowered his head again, although this time the matter was indeed very oolong.

"Alright, let's go back." Jing Chuan stroked the corners of his forehead with a little headache, and his plan to clean up for one night was in vain.

"Yes, President." Xu Tezhu, who blamed himself, glanced at his boss with some distress, and turned around to explain the direction of the driver.

"Yun Xiwen ......" Looking at the scenery galloping by outside the window, Jing Chuan whispered the name.

At the same time, a taxi was speeding along another major road in Kyoto.

"Xiao Wenwen, why should we go to a hotel so far away!" After eating, Yun Baobao, who was in a lot of energy, opened her desire to learn again.

Yun Xiwen lowered his head and looked at Yun Baobao, and the innocent little phoenix eyes in front of him suddenly overlapped with a certain picture in his memory, and quickly disappeared.