how i bought the whole world

I stared stupidly at Brandon.

Brandon couldn't take it anymore, he moved his head, "Have you decided what to order for dinner later? Let me tell you first, I don't know anything about Chinese food. Since you want to eat Chinese food, I will hand over the order to you. Here you go."

"Okay." I said as if sleepwalking, "That..."

"Here we are." The car stopped, and Brandon ended the topic cruelly.

All night I couldn't help thinking about what Brandon thought of me, whether he acquiesced to my pursuit, or pretended to ignore my actions, as if any reason could explain what he said.However, compared to my restlessness, Brandon was very calm. He sat next to me normally during the meal. He not only took the initiative to talk to me about the morning meeting, but also commented on the quality of the dishes in his mood. He also sat in the car. In this way, he looked through tomorrow's itinerary by himself, with a look of composure, and even fell asleep on the way later, with his head slapping against my shoulder.

I sat on the seat in a daze for a while, then sneakily reached out to hold his hand.

Brandon didn't wake up, he was asleep, so he didn't notice my actions, even if my fingers unconsciously rubbed his palm, he just frowned a little.I know that this day he is actually as tired as me, or even more tired than me. After all, my job is to persuade those difficult shareholders at the meeting, and Brandon needs to follow up the progress of the meeting throughout the process. He has to sort out the shareholders. relationship, prepare itinerary, contact board members and arrange transportation.All day long I could see a faint blue shadow under his eyelids, although he tried to look energetic.

I couldn't help turning my head to look at his sleeping face, away from the tedious communication, away from the dull meeting, he is really relaxed at this moment, his breathing is extremely gentle, there is no other expression on his face, only a piece of tranquility, a long time The long eyelashes are like a small fan, trembling occasionally between breaths.

This reminds me of how the last time I complimented Brandon on his looks at my birthday, Brandon thought I was just kidding him, but I wasn't, it wasn't a whim of mine, it was real I think he looks good.

Brandon has a pair of very bright eyes, which look extremely deep and charming when they are opened. His pupils are gray-blue, and will change color according to the angle of sunlight refraction, even if the eyes are closed now The deep-set eye sockets and delicate eyelids can also be seen.The bridge of his nose is very straight, the wings of his nose are neither too big nor too small, which fits perfectly on that face, and he also has thin lips, which are beautifully shaped, and when he licks them, there is a little blood color. With that perfect face shape, he can only Use just the right four words to describe it.He is a traditional handsome man in the eyes of Westerners, and he is obviously not bad in the eyes of Easterners. It is strange why I didn't realize this at first.

Now, he is leaning on me and sleeping soundly, as if he believes with all his heart that I will not do anything against him. This kind of trust makes me feel happy and a little nervous at the same time.I held his hand, feeling a little sweaty in my palm, but I couldn't bear to let go.

It's a pity that the journey from Silicon Valley to Boston was less than an hour and a half. When approaching Boston, Brandon woke up. At first he didn't realize where he was. His gray-blue pupils were in a trance for a moment. Two seconds later, He sat up straight suddenly, "Sorry boss." Brandon said awkwardly, "I fell asleep."

He pulled out his hand very naturally, and straightened his messy collar.I felt the warmth in my palm leave me, and I felt a little lost, but it didn't take long for this loss to disappear.I suddenly thought, why should I bother about what Brandon thinks?Obviously now I care about him very much, even if he really ignores my pursuit, can I really live in peace from now on?

No, I'm just going to keep trying.

When I was chasing Gu An Ning back then, I was never cautious because of the other party’s resistance. I used countless means to prove my feelings, pursued if I liked it, and worked hard when I was rejected. 1 life creed, I have the same attitude from work to life, and I will not stop just because the other party makes a little uncertain move.

So, what does it have to do with my future pursuits whether he accepts it or not?

The answer is that it doesn't matter.

After a sudden realization, my rascal nature finally regained the upper hand, and I took the initiative to join in. "Are you tired? Do you want me to give you a day off tomorrow and accompany me to the rr auction house to buy some collections?"

"Are you asking for my opinion?" Brandon glanced at me sideways. "It's okay to take a vacation, but I don't really want to spend my rest time on going to the auction house. Can I refuse?"

"Refused?" I said shamelessly. "You have to think about the consequences of saying no."

Brandon paused for a moment, as if he wanted to see if it was me who said that. I raised my head upright to show him. Brandon rolled his eyes, "What do you mean by the consequences? Fire me?"

"possible."

He bent his mouth with a half-smile, "Then what else do I have to say?"

"You can choose to agree." I smiled slightly. "Be sincere."

Brandon yawned, "But I don't like to look at the artworks at auction. I don't have that artistic talent, and I can't tell the difference between wire stubs and modern art."

Brandon's words are alluding to the Pollack work I gave to Bennett, "Work 32". Now this painting is famous, and its value is at least double that of what I bought. I like to collect art Works, especially those of well-known painters, can be hyped to sky-high prices after they die. If I had smuggled my collection out of my home, then I wouldn't have to take the risk of offending Smith.

"If you don't understand, I can explain it to you," I said. "The value of works of art lies in the stories behind them. If you know their stories, you can understand why their value is so great. I like Pollack's brushstrokes, full of aura and wild beauty, his nib is almost Contradictory as he is, he didn't have a good life, a miserable marriage and a life of resentment, and that's the idea of ​​his work. And Mondrian, he's my favorite abstractionist after Pollack Painter, I went to see his "Broadway Jazz" every week when it was in New York, but unfortunately I didn't have the money to buy other works of it at that time, maybe now I can buy a painting or two on the black market."

Brandon smiled, "Boss, I really doubt that you were not a graduate of the Finance Department, you should be from the Art Department." He shook his head, "But I am a pure management talent."

"That's right, Department of Management, so you need to know a little bit about everything." I insisted.

Brandon had an 'I don't think so' look, but it was clear he didn't want to argue with me about these topics. "Okay, what time is it tomorrow?"

"At ten o'clock in the morning, I will come to your house to pick you up. Anyway, I know where your house is."

……

The next day I drove to pick up my secretary on time. Brandon’s home is on the north side of the Boston University area, and it only takes 10 minutes to walk to our company. This is a delicate small building with white walls and two floors. , has a small front yard and a lawn. I didn't take a good look at the house last time, but this time I finally noticed his beautiful lawn and well-trimmed hedge.

Brand's big dog, Jude Law, ran out first to meet me.

"Wow!" It circled around me twice, and then put its forelimbs on me.

"Hello, handsome boy, where is your father?" I rubbed Jude Law's head.Brandon's golden retriever is very smart. Although I only saw him once a few months ago, he still remembers me. As soon as he saw me stepping out of the car, he couldn't wait to run over to me.

Jude Law barked twice more, and Brand walked out abruptly. He looked at his dog lazily, "Be quiet. The neighbors will complain." He said sternly to the dog.

I couldn't help laughing, Brandon glanced at me, turned around and walked towards me, he was wearing a silver-gray sportswear, no suit, no coat, holding Jude Law as if he was going to an auction, but rather walk the dog.

It stands to reason that to participate in such a formal auction event, you should wear formal clothes. Even if you feel that wearing formal clothes is too formal, you can also wear a small slim suit without a matching vest and square scarf. But today Brandon just wore one. Coming out with a casual outfit, and apparently no plans to change, I think Brandon might be the first to come to the auction in a tracksuit and sneakers.

A very clever way of protesting, I thought, just like Brand, who is super obedient on the surface and never seems to disobey the orders of his superiors, but if it is something he thinks is wrong, don't make him obedient.

"Let's go." I didn't let him change clothes.

To my surprise, Jude Law climbed into my car first, followed by Brandon, with a leash and a large collection of dog toys.I looked at them in surprise for two seconds, "Well, honey, maybe I can let you into the auction house in your sportswear, but dogs are definitely not allowed in."

"I don't intend to let Jude Law go, Mr. Field." Brandon said calmly, "We are going to the pet care center, where Jude Law has a small house. Do you think I usually let Jude Law stay at home alone?"

"I don't know," I said, "I've never had a pet."

"Jude Law is still a child, he needs good care, such as walking, feeding and the company of the owner, which is why I will send him to the pet center when I am not free." Brandon hugged his dog and touched it Touch, "But I have to say that since I worked for you, I have had very little time to accompany Jude Law. Originally, I couldn't run and play with him every day like I used to, and now I have to send Jude Law to him even during the rest time." Go to a care center, I don't think I'm a good host."

"..." I suddenly felt that I was competing with a dog for favor.

Jude Law looked at me with big innocent eyes. He barked and stuck out his tongue to lick my hand. I accepted his caress with guilt.I'm sorry dog, I'm sorry for leaving you alone, but who made me pursue your master now?

We took Jude Law to the pet care center, and after registering the name and sending the dog away, Brandon finally gave me a good face.He came out and asked me, "How many pieces are you planning to buy today, and what is the highest budget?"

I smiled, "Brandon, you don't need to perform your duties as a secretary today. Didn't I tell you to give you a holiday? Today we are simply here to bid for these products."

"Okay." He was a little uncomfortable with this, "But do you have any special collection?"

"I have a list here." I handed him a piece of paper, "I have taken a fancy to a set of coins of Alexander the Great in ancient Greece, Lehman's oil painting "Untitled" and the red wine of Oranaya Winery produced in 1623 .These three are the main goals, and I will consider the price before buying the others.”

Brandon took the catalog but looked at it twice, "I agree with coins and wine, but the price of oil paintings fluctuates too much. Are you sure that "Untitled" is worth your money? It looks like a piece of paper to me. Blank paper, Robert Lehman is not a dead artist, should you accept professional advice at this time?"

I said, "Didn't I say that? My dad started out doing luxury auctions, and I'm a professional at that."