After wearing the spare tire, I was with Bai Yueguang

four years ago.

In the evening when the sun was setting, Jiang Xuehe was on the phone with friends in China, chatting and tidying up the cabinets in the studio.

A few sketches were mixed among the scattered papers, and Jiang Xuehe was slightly startled when he found one of them.

The word "geese" helped her recall the encounter a few days ago.

When she came back to her senses, she had already asked, "Do you know anyone from the Yan family?"

The friends really know each other, and their appearance is not difficult to recognize. The only person in the Yan family who is similar in age is the oldest Yan Guiqiu.

The second young lady, Yan Guizhou, followed closely behind. She was only two years younger than her own sister, but she was still in high school, and school should have started by then.

"Miss Yan family, a friend of mine met her friend. Some time ago, we went abroad for a trip together while the university was not in session. It seems that we only came back two days ago."

Right.

Jiang Xuehe said "Oh", the question in his heart was answered, and he glanced at the person in the painting, his memory was actually a little blurred.

She casually put the sketch aside and continued to organize the drawing paper below.

The friend continued: "However, one of your two families is in the south and the other is in the north. There is basically no intersection. How did you remember to ask about her family?"

Jiang Xuehe didn't go around spreading the meaning of Miss Yan's brave deeds. Hearing the words, he just mentioned it in one sentence: "I'm just a little curious."

Really just a little curious.

A friend said: "There are not many people who can make you curious."

It just so happened that it caught my eye.

Jiang Xuehe smiled and remained silent.

The friend asked again: "Do you want me to help you investigate?"

Jiang Xuehe raised his head and caught a glimpse of the windbreaker casually hanging on the hanger at the door from the corner of his eye. He paused for a moment, swallowed the words "forget it", and then spoke a simple word.

"it is good."

Half a year ago, the same early autumn.

Jiang Xuehe went to the school studio to pack her things. Most of them were taken away when she graduated, but after returning to school to participate in activities from time to time, there were still some small things left in the studio.

Not long ago, she made the decision to return to China, so some necessary things had to be packed and taken away.

When she sealed the boxes that she had arranged, a school girl with a good relationship next door knocked on the door, holding a thick stack of things in her arms, and the paper was slightly yellowed.

"Is this your thing?" The junior girl handed the stack of sketches to Jiang Xuehe, "I was tidying up the cabinet just now, and it was pressed at the bottom. It looks a bit like your style."

Jiang Xuehe also stayed in the studio next door, so it is not impossible to leave something behind.

Jiang Xuehe took it over and glanced at it, slightly startled.

It is indeed her own drawing, not a serious portfolio, it is basically some private practice drafts sent out from the usual feelings, and most of them are sketches of landscapes and characters.

Because it was pressed at the bottom of the cabinet, no one cared about it for many years. Except for the slight yellowing of the paper, it was still well preserved.

When it turned to the middle, a familiar figure jumped into view.

The geese return to autumn.

In the past two years, she has been very familiar with this face-although she only got acquainted with it unilaterally through photos.

The date in the lower right corner is clearly marked, and all of a sudden, the long memories flooded into my mind again.

Seeing her startled, the school girl asked again: "Is it yours?"

Jiang Xuehe recovered, nodded, and smiled gratefully: "It's a very important thing. I searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it. I thought it was lost. Thank you."

The junior girl waved her hands again and again, saying it's okay, and muttering to take care of her: "If it's so important, you must keep it well at ordinary times."

She saw Jiang Xuehe's expression looking at the drawing, and she had no doubts about the "important" in her mouth.

"Yes." Jiang Xuehe showed a look of shame and approval, "If it is really lost, it will be a pity."

Just a painting.

Fortunately, it was just a painting.

After seeing off the school girl, Jiang Xuehe returned to the place where he lived with the box and the pile of sketches in his hands. The sun had already set, and the water shone outside the balcony, giving him an ambiguous feeling of being scattered.

Jiang Xuehe leaned on the balcony, flipped through the sketches, and received a call from a friend.

At the end of the pleasantries, the focus of the topic fell on Yan Guiqiu.

For Jiang Xuehe and his friends who have investigated Yan Guiqiu, Yan Guiqiu is a very mysterious person. Only when he cleared the thick fog can he see the tip of the iceberg. The friends don't know whether they are competing with each other, or they really feel for this young girl. Curious, but these years I have been unremittingly digging up the past of Yan Guiqiu.

This time, I probably really figured out something.

"It was true that she intervened in the troubles of the Yan family, but it was mainly her father's contribution. She was really in charge of 'Xinglan', about eight to six years ago."

"Eight years ago? She wasn't an adult yet."

"Yes, she's 14 years old, so she didn't show up directly throughout the whole process, but the families who cooperated most closely know that the eldest lady is the real person behind Xinglan."

"Eight years ago...Mr. Meng was still in the hospital."

Xinglan, the earliest fashion design industry, was originally a subsidiary of the old Meng family. It was named after Meng Xinglan, the newly born daughter of the Meng family. Now it has a history of more than 40 years.

After Meng Xinglan became an adult, this branch was naturally handed over to her.

A few years after she got married, the old man of the Meng family died of illness, and the Meng family began to strife. Coupled with the instigation and intervention of someone with a heart, it went on for several years, and finally sold and changed. The once big family fell overnight. However, only the company in Meng Xinglan's hands remained intact.

It's a pity that misfortunes never come singly. A car accident sent Meng Xinglan to the hospital. After undergoing more than a dozen surgeries, he barely recovered after staying in the hospital for several years.

At that time, the company almost fell to the bottom due to a series of negative effects brought about by the internal strife in the Meng family, such as high-level running away, opponents splashing black water, management chaos, poor product quality, and the chairman's inability to preside over company affairs due to injuries.

Under such circumstances, no one will be surprised even if they declare bankruptcy or sell directly the next day.

But the result was beyond everyone's expectations.

Not long after Meng Xinglan woke up from the car accident, he appointed an agent of the president to be fully responsible for handling the company's affairs.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this agent is not a talent who can turn the tide. The only advantage is probably his loyalty. Because he has received great kindness from Meng Xinglan, he has no second thoughts about her.

But since he took office, a series of actions have taken on a decisive momentum, and he has drastically cleaned up the company from top to bottom under pressure.

This chaotic situation is also a good opportunity, but there are not many people who are capable of grasping it.

At least this agent doesn't look like such a genius.

But it turns out that most of the decisions he made were correct.

In just two years, Xinglan came back to life, even better than when Meng Xinglan first took over.

So much so that since then, the industry has recounted Xinglan's various actions and directly incorporated them into the template of the corporate self-help textbook, which can be called a legendary past.

If you tell those people that the one who really created those legends was not Mr. Meng, nor Mr. Huo who later acted as an agent, but an underage girl, no one would believe it.

Even Jiang Xuehe didn't believe it at first.

From 14 to 16 years old, at this age, you can still understand enough to learn business operations with your parents. It is too nonsense to put on a strategizing hat all of a sudden.

What's more, if he was really such a powerful genius, how could he appear in front of her so plainly?

Before she heard her friend inquire about the past of the Yan family, she only thought that Yan Guiqiu was a good student with a stronger sense of justice.

There is no direct evidence that Yan Guiqiu has such great ability.

However, some partners knew it well, and there were still some rumors in private, but it was too unimaginable, so no one believed it.

In addition, the time trajectory of Yan Guiqiu's frequent skipping of classes completely overlaps, and many people say that the eldest lady can be seen every time the company makes a big move.

There were also some jokes, saying that Mr. Huo, the agent, had to look at the face of the eldest lady in everything he did.

……

Because of her age, because of her attitude of getting away without hesitation, with so many proofs, no one is willing to delve into it, let alone believe it.

Jiang Xuehe never thought of absurd stories such as rebirth, but believed in what was really presented before his eyes.

She inevitably became curious about that legendary figure.

This is also one of the reasons that prompted her decision to return home.

The friend was amazed for a while, and then asked Jiang Xuehe: "You went to her because you wanted to cooperate with her? But I think she really doesn't want to go into the business world anymore, and now she looks like an ordinary college student."

Not to mention how much sensitivity and ability are left after so many years of indifference...

"You are not relatives, are you sure you can persuade her to help you?"

"No." Jiang Xuehe said.

"What isn't it?" The friend was taken aback.

"I don't want to cooperate." Jiang Xuehe said, "I just want to see her with my own eyes."

Look at this fairy who can bring a company that is on the verge of bankruptcy back to life. Even if she starts from nothing, she should be able to achieve a legend. Obviously, everything is at your fingertips—fame, power, and wealth. .

How can there be such a person?

Jiang Xuehe couldn't understand.

Even if she is as "gentle" and "casual" as she is, she dare not admit that she does not have the slightest desire for profit and competition.

She can give up many things in her hand, but she will not give up all her chips.

But Yan Guiqiu seems to be fine.

Jiang Xuehe knew that if she said her thoughts, she would be laughed at for being naive, but she still couldn't help thinking——

Such a person is really amazing.

Of course, the praise is greater than the derogation.

But his friend couldn't understand. In his opinion, Jiang Xuehe wouldn't do meaningless things other than painting, a hobby he insisted on since he was a child.

Wanting to see a person for no reason should naturally have some unspeakable secrets.

He suddenly remembered the rumor he had overheard during the investigation - Yan Guiqiu had a crush on a girl from the same school.

"You..." My friend's thoughts drifted involuntarily, his voice trembling slightly, "You, you can't be..."

"What?" Jiang Xuehe couldn't understand what he said.

"You to Miss Yan..." The friend hesitated for a few seconds, thinking about what kind of person Jiang Xuehe would like in his mind—regardless of male or female, regardless of personality, probably only those who are so strong that they cannot be disputed but are able to attract them with ease her gaze.

Maybe even Jiang Xuehe didn't realize that she was quite proud and even a bit arrogant in her bones.

Because of her background, vision, and ability, she can get along with anyone in a friendly way, but it is difficult for her to really put someone by her side.

In essence, it is a bit of a strong-willed mentality.

Strength does not lie in status, fame and fortune, but in ability and character.

Is it true that wild geese return to autumn?

Young geniuses should be counted.

"Miss Yan?" Jiang Xuehe realized what he meant, "If you ask what kind of relationship it is, it's probably... admiration."

until this moment.

"Admiration?" My friend muttered in his heart, not sure whether it was more admiration or more "admiration" in it.

"I don't know either, but I really want to see her."

——Only this kind of mood is extremely clear.