In fact, Mu Luyuan didn't go to cram school that day.

This Saturday's English and French class was not one-on-one, so he took a leave of absence. If he takes a leave of absence, no one will notify his family again.

He threw the car into the parking lot of the Xujiahui business district, the car had GPS, and he didn't want others to know his whereabouts today.

After walking on the street in the sun for a while, I felt that my breath was not so stifled, so I sent a voice message to Tata.

This girl just woke up.

"Can't afford it? Have you spent time in Bermuda? ”

"You...... Early morning rounds? Tata's voice was a hangover and hoarse.

"Went out in the wild again last night? Are you not allowed to enter any of the bars in the city that are not allowed to enter illegally? ”

"You are jealous, and you don't come to look for you. There's a rock 'n' roll party tonight, let me call you ......"

"Don't go. Talk about things. ”

"Say!"

"Can you please ask your sister to help me check the list of people who recorded the scene of the traffic accident, isn't she a reporter from the traffic management propaganda network?"

Tata is a second-generation official, his father is a big leader of the municipal bureau, his uncle is in the National Development and Reform Commission, and his cousin is an official reporter for the news. Usually, this group of bear children praised him like the king of Huaguo Mountain, only Mu Luyuan never bought it, and it was the first time he asked him for support.

"Which car accident? Why are you looking this up all of a sudden? Tata was curious.

Tata and Mu Luyuan are also considered to be bare-blooded friendships, he is the only one in the school who knows Lu Yuan's true identity, and he is also the only person outside the school who knows his true grades.

"In the high-speed rear-end collision accident on June 19, it was someone from my mother's company who caused the accident." Mu Luyuan didn't shy away from him.

"The person who made the scene notes? What's the use of that? Why do you care about this? "Tata is coming hard.

"Did you get up and brush your teeth? So mother-in-law! ”

Tata immediately shut up, as if he was really going to smoke Mu Luyuan.

"Waiting for your news." After saying that, he hung up.

He took a baseball cap from his backpack and bought a bottle of water at a roadside newspaper store, when he suddenly disappeared.

Today he especially wanted to bask in the sun, did not return indoors, blowing the air conditioner and drinking a cup of coffee, although it was comfortable, but it was not his current mood, so he just found a guardrail to sit on, like a gangster who had nothing to do and wandered on the road.

Man is a very tangled animal, and when he has unlimited freedom, sometimes he is bound by freedom.

With nowhere else to go, he slipped into the subway station. It's ridiculous to say that his school is in Pudong New Area; cram school in Xujiahui; home in Gubei; French classes on Ruijin Road; Olympiad School is on Fuzhou Road; My own apartment is in Lujiazui; There is also a golf driving range in Nanhui...... Equestrian training ground on the outskirts of the city...... Although such a dense daily path has spread all over the downtown area of Shanghai, he has never really penetrated the city and touched the city personally.

For example, he could count the number of times he stepped into a subway station on his fingers in his lifetime. If the remaining 60,000 college entrance examination students in Shanghai want to hear this, will they form a group to look at him with 10,000 points of harm?

At this moment, he looked at the pedestrians hurrying through the subway station; The carriage was so crowded that it was impossible to breathe and there were people rushing in; The people who were munching on their breakfast in the elevator suddenly truly believed that life was the way it was, that it should be, that there was such gravity.

He bought a ticket and sat on a bench by the tracks, unconsciously for a long time. A quarter of an hour passed as the subway sped back and forth like canned sardines, people rubbing their faces of lust and disgust on top of each other in the windows, and the wind in the tunnel howled by, leaving him alone.

Like the surviving houses at the epicenter of the earthquake, like the fish stranded on the beach at low tide, like the only grain of sand left between the inverted hourglass. Nothing can be changed, nothing can be left forever, looking at this ordinary world, his heart was soothed by this busyness, filled by this mediocrity, and finally got a real comfort.

His gaze penetrated his own reflection on the glass guardrail of the subway, and he thought that even if he lived as hard as an ant, even if he struggled in the real world in blood, it would be better than being at the mercy of his parents like a toy like last night.

Mu Luyuan understood what they said, and he could guess what they didn't say explicitly.

Hehe, if my life is a farce of other people's scripts, then it is better for me to do it myself.

Waiting for the morning rush hour to finally ebb, and the subway gradually resumed bustling, he also stepped into the carriage. Looking out the window, the lights of the billboards are both bright and dark, and the rapidly changing lights are like a time tunnel.

When he was at Nanjing East Road Station, his mobile phone had an incoming call flashing, but he didn't answer. Then I received a WeChat message.

Sure enough, it was a photo of a list of confession officers recorded by the traffic police.

"I finally got it in the name of the family of the person concerned." Tata invites credit.

"I've covered your living expenses this month, including pickled girls." Mu Luyuan replied.

Among them, he saw the name at a glance.

He went straight out of the subway station, and when the one-way ticket was swallowed into the gate, he used one hand to enter the name on a business search website, and sure enough, she had registered two branches in the country, and she was a legal person.

Xinmei Capital Shanghai Branch.

Shanghai Branch of Xinmei Fund.

As he walked out with the flow of people, he continued to search, and the official website popped up. He scrutinized the site's articles, including the ads, and copied all the relevant address information. One of the related ads caught his attention, recruiting members of a high-end club under construction, with the address not far from the site. He immediately set up a navigation according to this address.

Out of the subway, he was about to stop the car and go straight over, but when he looked up, he stopped in place.

In front of him, a huge screen on the façade of the Mall de Marlon Plaza was an advertisement for the soon-to-be-opened Architecture and Art Center of Caesars Properties.

Vivalti's "Four Seasons" movement resounds in every corner of the business district, and the beautiful shots are interspersed with lists and profiles of investors and partners.

That name, that name again appears in the center of the screen with a chord on the cello.

【First Co-Sponsor Partner: Miao Haoshi, Partner of Xinmei Capital (Hong Kong)】

Then a video pops onto the screen.

Miao Haoshi sits in a comfortable Italian sofa in the lobby of the yet-to-be-opened art center. The camera rotated from the top-openwork glass dome to the ground, closing in front of her.

It's not an official smile, dressed up, elaborate close-up.

Rather, it is a white T with the logo of the art center, plain jeans, and canvas shoes.

Straight hair is naturally pinned behind the ear, a face so pure that it almost melts in the waving light, quietly looking at the camera, quiet and melancholy, the kind of sadness inherent in the work of art.

The smile was just a flash of light.

[Reporter: Oriental Architecture and Art Center is the first project that Hong Kong Xinmei has invested in the mainland market. And this is a non-profit art project, what do you think as an investor? 】

[Miao Haoshi: Art is one of the most difficult options in investment behavior, because it is the least affected by the subconscious market concept, it is the most primitive motive, and it is also an investment that will be made with enough confidence in long-term development, so investing in art projects can be a good start. 】

[Reporter: This architectural art center can be said to be the crystallization of the perfect cooperation between Xinmei Investment and Caesar Real Estate, and both sides have a unique vision of the frontier to reach such a consensus. So why did Xinmei choose Caesar as the first investment company, and what other in-depth cooperation do you have in the future? 】

[Miao Haoshi: Because Caesar is an all-round development of real estate companies, there have been many cross-border cooperation in the sector has achieved remarkable results, and they are not confined to the development model of traditional real estate companies, they have unlimited possibilities. Working with them is our best option at the moment. 】

Mu Luyuan stood at the tuyere of the subway entrance, the bustling flow of people rubbing shoulders with him, the changing light on the screen and his gaze intertwined, and the wind passed through his body coolly.

For a long time, he still stood still.

Until Tata's whisper came in.

"Dude, you want to check, it can't be this girl, right?"

A cover photo of Fortune magazine was then sent.

"I just sent you the list and I saw this cover in the airport lounge. The name is obscure enough to be forgotten. ”

"You're a gossip genius too." Mu Luyuan looked at the caption under the photo and sneered unhappily.

[There is also a goddess in the capital circle who has to rely on strength: Mr. Mo strongly recommends: Miao Haoshi]

"You won't be ...... Have you taken a fancy to her? Tata sent another voice.

Mu Luyuan did not return.

After a while, a dense half-screen voice bar flashed over.

"Default?"

"This is a complete rich woman! You...... It's really not like the physique of eating soft rice. ”

"It's bigger than you, you're heavy enough!"

"Shut up!" Mu Luyuan didn't listen, only replied to this one.

He was strange, and the feeling that welled up in his heart was not hatred.