No. 555, Qingxi Road, Changning District, Huhai City.

The central area of the Rosewood Palace courtyard group is the Yuan Mansion of Songzheng Courtyard.

"Victory, not rejoicing... Defeated, not discouraged... Those who have thunder in their chests and their faces are like a peaceful lake, they can worship the general! ”

There was a hint of shame hidden between his eyebrows, Yuan Wangsong put down his mobile phone, and he looked meaningfully at Yuan Yuqiu, who was bowing his head to deal with the weekly report of the theater.

"Dad, what you're saying... From Taishi Gong's "Historical Records" "Emperor Zhuang Lie, Volume I, Weak Crown Son of Heaven". ”

With his head held high, it seemed that Yuan Yuqiu was calmly coping with his father's Chinese studies exam, but his hand hidden under the dining table was clenched into a fist.

"You know what to expect, am I really asking you this?"

Yuan Wangsong said that, as soon as Hu Mu raised his head and swept to the door of the restaurant, he confirmed that his wife Yu Jiahuan was still watching TV with her two daughters in the living room.

"Shhh

Slipping a long match of a cigar, Yuan Wangsong did not go to get the Havana cigar that Yu Jiahuan had cut for him on the cigar rack, but secretly rubbed out a slightly wrinkled long filter flue-cured cigarette from the inner lining of the gown.

looked out of the door and glared at Yuan Yuqiu again, Yuan Wangsong lit a cigarette unhurriedly with the fire, and he exhaled comfortably.

Twisting his sword eyebrows, he was very interesting, Yuan Yuqiu took a few steps towards Yuan Wangsong's side knowingly, and his tone became relaxed: "Dad, do you know the hand I buried?" ”

"I didn't pay attention to it, you used cash to go to the account, right?"

The father and son cooperated tacitly, and after Yuan Yuqiu leaned over, Yuan Wangsong suddenly felt a lot more relieved, and he no longer looked back frequently to observe the situation outside the restaurant.

"Well, Helena and I handled it, one-line contact, cash paid in advance, and it seems that the momentum is already rising..."

Yuan Yuqiu looked at Yuan Wangsong's mobile phone on the table with some puzzlement, and his tone was a little annoyed: "I didn't expect Yan Qing to consume himself without mercy... easily defused my wave of killing..."

"Whew... Hey..."

Yuan Wangsong exhaled a puff of white smoke, and Yuan Yuqiu's performance made him laugh dumbly: "Why, it's not that it is triggered, it is just a coincidence... Say it one after another..."

Yuan Yuqiu knew his father's character very well, and he hurriedly put on a sincere and fearful look: "Dad... Have you been following me... Bagatelle... It's just a small matter..."

"What do you mean?"

Obviously, Yuan Wangsong was not very satisfied with this answer, and he casually flicked the cigarette ash: "Then you don't want to know how I can see it?" ”

Yuan Yuqiu nodded: "Yes." ”

"I've been waiting for your tricks... When I get off work, I will hear a lot of employees discussing things that are clear and self-defeating..."

Yuan Wangsong spoke unhurriedly, he took advantage of the gap in smoking, and squeezed out from time to time, looking absent-minded: "Only then did I react, most of you have already finished your move." ”

As if sensing his gaffe, Yuan Wangsong reached out and patted Yuan Yuqiu's shoulder, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "The sword went off the peak and the last move was missing, it seems that you are still not convinced..."

Yuan Yuqiu nodded puzzled, realized the meaning of Yuan Wangsong's words, and shook his head busily: "It's not that I'm not convinced, I just don't understand how Yan Qing found out over there, the task that those marketing accounts received is very simple, that is, they are responsible for blowing in different tricks..."

……

"Eh, I said... Why does it smell so heavy! ”

Suddenly, Yu Jiahuan's voice interrupted Yuan Yuqiu's words, and skillfully reached out to pick up the cigarette butt that Yuan Wangsong hurriedly handed over, and then he squeezed out the embarrassed expression of being caught and turned to face his mother.

“… Mom..."

"Qiu'er, you let your dad smoke secondhand smoke again! You can't bear it..."

Yu Jiahuan adjusted the ventilation power of the central air conditioner in the restaurant to the maximum, and Yuan Yuqiu did not forget to count the broken thoughts in her mouth: "Look at it, how well your father performed today, he hasn't even smoked a cigar..."

"Actually, I also want to keep it and smoke it later..."

Yuan Wangsong was embarrassed, he quietly pushed his son under the table with his hand, and said to the mud: "Wife, Qiu'er is also under a lot of pressure now... Never mind... Forget it..."

"Mom, I know it's wrong, it's really a smoker, I can't help it."

Yuan Yuqiu didn't understand his father's hints, threw away the cigarette butt, and he skillfully continued his back-to-back operation.

Yu Jiahuan bowed her head to Yuan Yuqiu, who obediently admitted her mistake, in disgust: "I don't have any points in my heart... I know your dad's old tracheitis... It has to be strictly controlled by fixed points and quantitatively..."

Husband and wife have always cooperated tacitly, and Yuan Wangsong stiffened his face: "That's it, don't take it as an example." ”

"Mom~You hurry up~ It's going to start again~"

Yuan Yuyue's coquettish voice came from the living room.

"Okay, okay, you two continue to talk, don't worry, it's still early... Xiao Yue, Xiao Yue, you help your mother press pause first. ”

Yu Jiahuan replied to Yuan Yuyue in her mouth, let go of Yuan Yuqiu lightly, and walked quickly to the double-door refrigerator in the dining room.

Yuan Wangsong's originally stiff 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 strange at the time, so I called Cui Shunping and asked him to take his team to take time to study it."

Yuan Yuqiu knows Cui Shunping, who is the core figure of the think tank around his father Yuan Wangsong, the chief scientist of the Fantai Industrial Think Tank Center, and also an academician of the Huaguo Academy of Engineering, a professor and doctoral supervisor of Aurora University, and a top expert in the frontier field of Huaguo big data analysis.

He asked curiously, "What did Professor Cui say over there?" ”

"They made a model to capture the data from the whispers, and after doing the analysis, they realized that in the first eight days, the three interactive companies sent a total of 674 pieces of associated data from 162 accounts, 566 of which were blowing the point you plan to start..."

After patiently picking up the mobile phone to answer Yuan Yuqiu's questions, Yuan Wangsong seemed to remember something else, and the reckless temperament when he made a fortune passed over his face, coughing and scolding in his mouth:

"Ahem~ I don't understand, is it so easy to make money on the Internet now? ~cough~ So our PV department is a group of wine bags and rice bags? ~cough~ How to cast a yellow one for the project you are looking for ~ cough~"

"Dad, don't get excited, it's not worth it to be angry."

Thoughtfully patting Yuan Wangsong's back, Yuan Yuqiu thought secretly.

But he still couldn't figure it out, Yuan Yuqiu waited for Yuan Wangsong to calm down and couldn't help but ask: "It's not strange that Professor Cui's team can analyze it, why is Yan Qing him, just the little Lori who sells flowers, she has this ability?" ”

"Yan Qing, why? One is Shao Qing who was new before, that woman is a ruthless character, and the other... There is also a person who just joined his studio some time ago. ”

Yuan Wangsong picked up the mobile phone that he had put down due to coughing, unlocked his fingerprint and handed it to Yuan Yuqiu.

[Zhang Yameng, former chief content moderator of Soulmate App.] She was my favorite student at Aurora University, and she was also the only undergraduate student at the Aurora Big Data Computing Center that year. 】

Looking at the text message sent by Cui Shunping on the mobile phone screen, Yuan Yuqiu hesitantly repeated: "Zhang Yameng? ”

Yuan Wangsong's expression was complicated, and he lowered his voice and recited the first forbidden word of the Yuan Mansion: "Si Yuan... Her roommate..."

Yuan Yuqiu was stunned for a moment, and he muttered, "Eldest sister..."

"The deceased is gone, don't talk about it, Qiu'er, you like the sword to go off the peak, and insist on doing the right and strange combination, I am not reluctant, after all, your Lao Tzu also got up like this back then."

Looking at Yuan Yuqiu, who was distracted, Yuan Wangsong sighed, he looked back at the living room again, and his tone was extremely gentle: "Anyway, if you fall, I will support you, as long as you grow, I think it is worth it even if you fail." ”

Yuan Yuqiu's forehead trembled with two sword eyebrows, the mist in the starry eyes flowed, and the painting style in the restaurant suddenly became father and son.

"Taishi Gong's two sentences, what do you mean to say..."

"Well, you can rest assured to grind with him, even if it is sharpened into the first whetstone in Huaguo, if you can cultivate Yan Qing's mindset of being like a peaceful lake with a thunderous face and a leisurely self-blackening mentality, even if I lose half of the market value of Pantai, I will be willing... The old man was very relieved. ”

Yuan Wangsong said, lit the cigar specially approved by his wife with a match, and began to swallow the clouds and spit out the mist with an intoxicated face.

"Dad, be careful of your old wife..."

With a pun, Yuan Yuqiu began to chant in a hateful whisper: "No, I'll tell my mother later, this time I have made the strongest determination to quit smoking completely." ”

Wielding a cigar, Yuan Wangsong looked nervously at the door of the restaurant, and he said angrily: "Rebel! Do you dare? ”