The sunset is dusk, and the new *** building in Meigang.

Top floor, inside the office.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the Mekong River, where an orange-yellow round sun is only half left, staining the sparkling water of the river red.

Ye Wenjing sat on the sofa and watched Jiang Yang call.

Calling on people who have nothing to do with work.

"Brother Si Hai, this situation is accurate."

Jiang Yang put his left hand in his pocket and looked at the river outside the window.

I don't know what to say on the other end of the phone, nodding from time to time, most of all, "What?" "Huh?" "Okay." "Understood." "Got it."

The call lasted for a long time, and the secretary Shen Yitong pushed the door in twice, and was driven out by Jiang Yang before he could speak.

It looks like they're talking about something big.

Originally, when Jiang Yang made this kind of call, no one was allowed around him.

But after all, it's Ye Wenjing.

She wanted to stay in the office, and Jiang Yang didn't dare to blow it out.

After about ten minutes, Jiang Yang finally hung up the phone.

When he arrived at the desk, he picked up the landline and let Shen Yitong come in first.

Then he instructed, "When everyone has a barbecue and dinner outdoors in the evening, put more vegetables on the plate."

Shen Yitong was slightly stunned: "Doesn't he like to eat vegetables?"

Jiang Yang sat on the chair: "If you don't like to eat, you have to eat."

"Okay."

Shen Yitong wrote it down in his notebook and looked up: "What kind of greens do you put in it?"

Jiang Yang thought for a moment and said, "Lettuce, water spinach, oily lettuce, coriander, spinach, leek, just greet him on the plate."

Shen Yitong was stunned: "Mr. Jiang, are you sure that you want me to come up from downstairs and write it down in the memo for such a thing as adding a dish to Bancun?"

Jiang Yang exhaled slightly and said, "I'm afraid I'll forget."

Shen Yitong pursed his lips and smiled, "He's really your good brother."

Seeing that Jiang Yang didn't speak, he asked, "May I ask my respected Lord Jiang, do you have any other instructions?"

"It's gone."

Jiang Yang waved his hand: "Stand down."

Shen Yitong nodded, smiled seven points of hypocrisy and three points of murder, retreated and walked out of the room, and then closed the door of the office.

The room was quiet.

Ye Wenjing looked at Jiang Yang curiously: "Why do you have to arrange for the secretary to write down such a thing as adding food to people?"

"You don't understand."

Jiang Yang shook his fingers, his face full of seriousness: "This dish is not another dish."

Ye Wenjing blinked and shook her head slightly: "I don't understand."

Jiang Yang didn't continue to dwell on this issue, put his phone on the table, and chatted about business.

"You sat in my office and listened to nonsense all afternoon, probably not because you just wanted to accompany your fiancé."

Jiang Yang looked at Ye Wenjing: "You don't seem to be interested in this matter of children's love."

Ye Wenjing nodded, took out a stack of papers the thickness of her little finger from the file bag beside her, and put them on the long table in front of her.

"I've got another fund for you from Citi."

"$20 billion in total."

Ye Wenjing said: "But this money is not used for infrastructure construction and investment in Meigang, but for you to use capital leverage."

Jiang Yang got up and walked to the sofa opposite Ye Wenjing and sat down, picked up the document and flipped through it, put it back on the table and nodded, indicating that he knew.

Then he made two cups of tea and gave one to Ye Wenjing.

Ye Wenjing shook his head: "I only drink plain water, I don't like tea."

Jiang Yang picked up the teacup and handed it to Ye Wenjing: "You can taste it."

There was hesitation in Ye Wenjing's eyes.

Jiang Yang's hand was gently handed forward.

Ye Wenjing stretched out her hand, and her fingers finally grabbed the teacup and slowly brought it to her mouth.

She seemed to be "cautious".

Just as cautious as a cat is when faced with an unfamiliar food.

First, I put the teacup on the tip of my nose, sniffed it "carefully", and looked at it with my big clear eyes.

Only then did he put the teacup to his mouth, and his jade lips opened lightly and took a small sip.

Frown.

"Bitter."

Ye Wenjing said.

Jiang Yang smiled, "Taste another product."

Ye Wenjing pointed to the teacup: "There are colors and impurities in it, which means that there are more bacteria."

"Since it's just for hydration, why don't you drink clean plain water instead of drinking this kind of thing?"

Ye Wenjing still had that expressionless expression, mixed with a hint of seriousness: "Its taste is not very good, and I even think it's a little weird."

Jiang Yang held the brewed teapot in his right hand and said with a smile, "You drink the cup first."

Ye Wenjing frowned: "Do you have to give me something like this?"

The teapot in Jiang Yang's hand shook.

Ye Wenjing was simply and drank it directly.

Jiang Yang reached out and poured another glass.

"It's still bitter."

Ye Wenjing said, "I still don't understand, why do you want me to drink this thing, I think you should give me an explanation."

Jiang Yang poured it for her and put the teapot aside.

"Bitterness is also a taste."

Jiang Yang picked up his teacup, half-leaned on the sofa, took a sip and put it down: "I let you drink that cup of tea, not because I think you will have any benefits or achieve some kind of purpose if you drink it."

Ye Wenjing asked, "There is no benefit, and you have no purpose, what is the motive for me to drink that cup of tea?"

"Experience."

Jiang Yang said: "Life in the world is just a few dozen or so plants. If we have to be motivated to do everything, even mixed with goals and objectives, then our lives are too tiring to be any different from machines."

"It's just a cup of tea."

Jiang Yang pointed to the teacup in front of Ye Wenjing: "Drinking it will not make you healthier, nor will it make you sick, you can know that it is bitter, and you can remember its taste in your mind, that's enough."

"Sweetness is an experience, and bitterness is an experience."

"Life is an experiential process."

Jiang Yang looked at Ye Wenjing: "See with your eyes, taste with your mouth, listen with your ears, smell with your nose, think with your brain, and feel with your heart."

"A full moon, a cup of tea, a song, a flower, a poignant mythological story, or the strange people around you."

"Looking at the moon and tasting tea, listening to the music and smelling the flowers, fantasizing about the beauty and tragedy in those mythical stories, and feeling the emotions transmitted by those people around me."

Jiang Yang drank tea and said lightly, "That's a very beautiful experience in life."

"I'm enjoying it."

"Because I know that this is the meaning of life."

The setting sun shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding the floor of the office with orange and red.

Ye Wenjing sat on the wide and soft sofa, and his big watery and clear eyes seemed to be a little distracted.

She was fascinated by the cup of tea in front of her.

"The things we fight for, once we get them, give us pleasure, so we fight for them."

"And pleasure is just one of the feelings of experiencing life."

Jiang Yang picked up the teapot and looked at Ye Wenjing with a smile: "Walking around this world, don't you want to experience something other than the pleasure that those things outside your body bring you?"

Ye Wenjing picked up the teacup and quietly looked at the teacup.

The afterglow of the sunset is beautiful, stretching the figures of the two very long.