I almost touched the moon

On Saturday, Wen Song accompanied Qiu Xuanyan to the exhibition. She didn't know much about the automotive industry and had no interest in it. She just quietly did translation work on the side.

Qiu Xuanyan spent a whole morning at the exhibition and found that the target customers were much more than she expected, and it also attracted a lot of partners and investors.

She said with some surprise: "Before, Lawyer Wen told me that I could try to invest in new energy vehicles in the European Union, but I didn't believe it. I thought that in Europe, there are Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Land Rover and Ferrari above, and Volkswagen, Peugeot and Citroen below. How can I get a share of the pie in an already saturated market? Now it seems not bad."

Wen Song smiled and said: "The EU's development strategy in recent years has been sustainable development. There are tax breaks for new energy vehicles. In addition, the energy crisis has led to rising gasoline prices. The new energy vehicle industry will definitely have a place. Mr. Qiu, please remember to subsidize us when you make money. Our research funds are really tight!!"

"Lawyer Wen also said so. It's a pity that Songsong didn't become a lawyer. I think you are very talented." Qiu Xuanyan sat down and ate a piece of cake, smacking her lips with some regret.

"I don't want to!" Wen Song said immediately, "I am fine the way I am now. Why would I want to be a lawyer? I get annoyed by people."

"Me too." Qiu Xuanyan stretched and said, "Song, I'm counting on you. When will you make a breakthrough and find a habitable alien planet, then we can migrate there."

"Okay." Wen Song blinked and said in a very pretentious manner, "It's about the funding. Maybe we need some sponsorship from Mr. Qiu~~~~~~"

"Sponsorship, I will definitely sponsor." Qiu Xuanyan was quite wealthy, "As long as you name the planet you find after me, that's fine."

"No problem. When I find it, I'll call it Xuanyan Ball. Doesn't it sound nice?" Wen Song said with a wicked smile.

"Not bad, not bad." Qiu Xuanyan nodded with satisfaction, then realized something was wrong and pretended to be angry, "Wen Song, you are waiting for me here! Come here, I promise not to beat you up."

After playing for a while, Qiu Xuanyan felt refreshed and took Wen Song to visit various parts of the exhibition to learn more.

Wen Song followed her and felt like his feet were about to break. Fortunately, he had the foresight to wear flat shoes, but his throat was sore from talking for the whole morning.

But when I looked at Qiu Xuanyan beside me, she was still walking briskly in her high heels, and would go up to talk to a product or company she was interested in. I couldn't help but sigh that not everyone can be an entrepreneur. First of all, Wen Song definitely can't do it.

After a while, several oriental faces appeared in the exhibition. The leader was a middle-aged man in a neat suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and a somewhat elegant look. Behind him were seven or eight staff members in black suits. The word "successful people" was written all over their bodies.

When the man saw Qiu Xuanyan, he immediately came over with his men. Qiu Xuanyan also hurried over and greeted him with a bright smile, "Hello, Mr. Cheng."

"Mr. Qiu." The middle-aged man called "Mr. Cheng" stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Qiu also came to our exhibition? It really makes my humble home shine."

"No, no." Qiu Xuanyan immediately shook hands in return and said modestly, "Mr. Cheng is one of the first Chinese entrepreneurs to invest in Europe this century. He is a pioneer and leader. Today, he held such a large exhibition that brought together the strengths of various companies. It opened my eyes and I learned a lot. When I come to Germany to invest in the future, I will trouble Mr. Cheng for more guidance."

"Ms. Qiu is too modest." Mr. Cheng said with a kind smile, "I am old and cannot keep up with the development of the times. Now it is the world of you young people. Ms. Qiu led Hengya Group to expand the European market at such a young age. She is truly a heroine. Next time I see your father, I will toast him a few more glasses and ask him how he raised such an outstanding daughter, so that we can learn from him." As he spoke, he gave Qiu Xuanyan a thumbs up.

Qiu Xuanyan immediately declined, "Uncle Cheng is really kidding me. When it comes to excellence, I definitely can't compare with Master Cheng. He is a top student and a national-level ski athlete. When my father told me about it, he was extremely envious."

Mr. Cheng was really pleased with her words. He laughed and said, "If my son is really as good as Mr. Qiu said, I'd really like to thank you. He came today, but his legs and feet are not very convenient. I asked him to sit down and rest. Why don't you come with me, Mr. Qiu, and we can go to the lounge at the back to chat?"

What Wen Song feared most was this kind of social interaction. After listening to them talk so much, he felt overwhelmed, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only follow Qiu Xuanyan to the lounge.

When he arrived at the lounge, Wen Song saw a man in a black suit, a black and white vertical striped shirt and a black tie. His hairstyle was a Korean style 3:7 side-parted hairstyle, which made him look refined and noble. However, he had a plaster cast on his leg, which was a bit ridiculous.

She was thinking that the boy looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where. Suddenly, the man stood up from his chair. He stood up in a hurry and was unsteady on his feet, so he almost fell. He looked at her and said, "It's you! Iseylia?"

Seeing Wen Song's puzzled expression, Cheng Che realized his gaffe. He smiled embarrassedly and continued to observe Wen Song.

Today she was wearing a khaki mid-length suit, paired with a black lining and blue denim shorts, which was formal yet not eye-catching. She was wearing a pair of black ankle boots, which made her legs look straighter and longer. Her long hair was pinned behind her head, which made her look more elegant.

Mr. Cheng and Qiu Xuanyan were also a little surprised and asked, "Do you know each other?"

Wen Song still looked confused, so Cheng Che spoke first: "I'm Cheng Che. It was on Thursday that I broke my leg while skiing and you took me to the hospital. Do you remember?"

"Ah..." Wen Song just remembered who he was. He nodded and smiled awkwardly, then greeted him and said, "Hello."

Mr. Cheng was the first to speak: "It's you! I was really scared that day. Fortunately, I had the help of this lady. Thank you so much. What's your name?"

Wen Song then introduced himself: "Hello, Mr. Cheng, hello, my name is Iseylia."

Mr. Cheng probably didn't expect that Wen Song only said his English name, and his expression suddenly became a little awkward. Qiu Xuanyan immediately said, "Our Iseylia is Lawyer Wen..."

Before he could finish his words, Wen Song coughed twice, grabbed his hand, and immediately changed his words: "She is the translator that Lawyer Wen introduced to me. She is a very good girl and speaks very good German."

"Ah, it was Lawyer Wen who introduced him. He must be an excellent talent." Mr. Cheng also nodded in praise. "Did he study in Germany?"

"Yes." Wen Song nodded and said nothing more.

Cheng Che thought that if he missed this opportunity, he might never have another chance. Although he was a little shy, he immediately asked, "Which school is it?"

"University of Munich." She only said five words again.

"Which major?" Cheng Che asked again.

Mr. Cheng was a little surprised that his taciturn eldest son was so talkative today. However, Qiu Xuanyan had seen through his thoughts. Seeing that he was really handsome and cared about Wen Song, she was happy to go along with him.

"Astrophysics, Iseylia is a freshman this year, how many years older should she be than Master Cheng?" Qiu Xuanyan observed Wen Song's expression, and seeing that she didn't look unhappy, she told Cheng Che. She said in her heart, good brother, sister will help you up to this point.

"Yes." Cheng Che said immediately, "I'm 21 this year, a junior at the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology, studying architecture. I'll graduate in the second half of the year."

"Okay." Wen Song's expression was still indifferent, showing neither joy nor anger.

"Since we are so destined to meet, why don't I treat Mr. Qiu and classmate Iseylia to dinner tonight? It can also be regarded as a way of thanking classmate Iseylia for helping Ache before." Mr. Cheng suggested.

Wen Song was about to refuse, saying that he had something to do, but then he thought that Qiu Xuanyan and Mr. Cheng would probably have a lot of business dealings in the future, and he couldn't refuse her, so he agreed.

Cheng Che was very happy in his heart and kept praising his father, "Dad, you are really my dad. You know what I am thinking."

After chatting with Qiu Xuanyan about business, she whispered to Wen Song, "I think it's a good idea. You can consider it."

"What a mess!" Wen Song hit her, "I'm not interested."

"He's very handsome, and he's the son of Mr. Cheng. How can he not compare to your skyline?" Qiu Xuanyan looked back at Cheng Che and said, "And have you noticed that they look alike? A bit alike."

"How can they be similar?" Wen Song disagreed. "There are two types of handsome guys: tough guys and pretty guys. Don't they all look the same?"

He put on his coat again and threatened Qiu Xuanyan, "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette. Don't make trouble for me, or I'll say that the asteroid I was researching exploded and I can't eat, and I'll leave you here alone."

Wen Song arrived at the door and just as she took out a cigarette and was about to light it, she saw a man walking up to her with a cane.

She glanced at Cheng Che, picked up the cigarette in her hand and asked him, "Do you mind?"

"I don't mind." Cheng Che smiled and shook his head.

She asked again: "Would you like one?"

"No." Cheng Che shook his head again, "I don't smoke."

"Then I'm sorry, you will be forced to inhale secondhand smoke." Wen Song said in a flat tone, without looking at the people around him, he just lit a cigarette.

Suddenly I remembered what Qiu Xuanyan said, I turned my head and looked up at him. Is he similar? Really not.

Cheng Che never liked the smell of cigarettes, but he didn't feel disgusted when he saw her smoking, because the cigarettes she smoked were very light, with a more refreshing minty smell than the smell of tobacco.

"If your English name is Iseylia, what's your real name?" Cheng Che asked tentatively.

"Iseylia." Wen Song flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "The name on the passport is Iseylia."

"Ah...Is that so?" He smiled awkwardly again, but he clearly heard Mr. Qiu calling her song song, but he didn't know which song it was. In an instant, he went through all the songs he could think of in his mind.

"Well, if it's not offensive to you, maybe I can ask you your Chinese name?" Cheng Che asked cautiously again.

For some reason, he was always a little afraid in front of this sister. He would blush when he saw her, and he dared not look directly into her deep eyes.

"Wen Song." Wen Song never liked to tell his Chinese name to people he didn't know well, but this time, for some reason, he said it so readily, and even explained, "Wen for temperature, Song for praise."

"Wen Song." Cheng Che smiled, and his voice became lighter, "It sounds nice. Can I call you Sister Wen Song?"

"You'd better not." She immediately refused, "Just call me Iseylia."

She finished her cigarette and turned to walk back inside. Cheng Che immediately followed her on crutches, saying, "Sister Iseylia, wait for me."

Wen Song turned around and asked him indifferently, "Master Cheng, is there anything else?"

"Oh, don't call me that." Cheng Che said a little embarrassedly, "Just call me Cheng Che, or A Che. Um, can you add WeChat?"

"Let's talk about it later." Wen Song still refused, "I don't like giving my contact information to others."

"Ah... OK, alright." Cheng Che lowered his head somewhat dejectedly.

Seeing that he had nothing else to do, Wen Song said "goodbye" and turned to leave. Cheng Che looked at her leaving back and sighed softly. Alas, she seemed to be a very cold person.