Chapter 156 (1/2)
Seeing that he was so cold, Fu Jingjing should be determined to completely erase this person from his life. She thinks it's good. She won't mention it again in the future.
She should be more open-minded and erase Gu Nancheng from her life.
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Three days later, a big news spread in Tongcheng: Fu Group officially announced its withdrawal from Qiao group, and Qiao fell into bankruptcy crisis again overnight.
Fu Siming sat in the office and looked at the overwhelming news. It was all about this. His eyes were heavy. He looked out of the window and didn't know what he was thinking. The expression on his face was unpredictable.
”Mr. Fu, withdraw capital from Qiao at this time...”
Fu Siming just glanced at Anjie faintly. He stopped talking and buried himself in his own business.
In the past, investing in Qiao was just for Qiao Anran. Now that all this has nothing to do with her, it naturally has nothing to do with him.
Whether it is Qiao's survival or destruction, what does it have to do with him?
Maybe he was expecting something in his heart. She was so nosy, maybe
Before Qiao's turnaround, he had borrowed Fu Siming's investment and provided them with some resources and channels of Fu's group.
However, as soon as Fu Siming withdrew his capital, the previous channels and resources could not be used. All partners changed their faces and terminated their cooperation intention in an instant.
As a result, Qiao's group fell into a dilemma again.
Joan Ran's father was getting better. He was hit this time and was admitted to the intensive care unit again.
And Jia Mei also knew that if Qiao's group was going to dump the building, no one could save them. She worried about her white hair overnight.
Fu Siming's move is undoubtedly telling the cooperative companies in Tongcheng and even the whole country that Qiao's group and Qiao Anran have offended him, and he does not intend to leave them a way to live.
With this wind direction, no one dared to contact Qiao's group again, and no one dared to mention Qiao's family and Qiao Anran in Tongcheng.
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Three months later, in the small town of EZ in nice on the blue coast of France.
Local people know that a new Chinese painter has come to town to draw architectural sketches for a living.
Looking at the small town residents and tourists coming and going outside the window, she touched her slightly raised belly and smiled faintly.
When she came here, she used her name back, ye Huanyan.
She likes it here very much, free and unrestrained. Even the air seems to be fresher.
She rented a two-story cabin and rested on the second floor. The first floor was where she painted and placed her works.
The residents of the town know her and are very enthusiastic about her. People often come to her to paint.
Since she came to this place, she felt that her previous life was like a dream. After putting down everything, she came here to draw her favorite buildings every day and record them when she had inspiration. For her, such a day was idle and comfortable. This was the life she wanted.
As for her ideal of becoming an architectural designer, she wants to slow down and accumulate slowly, and then pursue it after her design becomes more mature.
Now... She looked down at her slightly swollen belly and smiled very gently.
Even for this coming little life, she will try her best to live every day.
That morning, she just went downstairs, opened the door, set up an easel and began to prepare the design draft.
This was when she dreamed last night. She recorded it as soon as she had an inspiration. It has become her habit.
Just after sitting down, a foreign old man with white beard came to her door and stopped to look at a picture she had just painted two days ago. It was painted by her at will. It was not a famous building, but a row of small houses opposite, which aroused the old man's interest.
Seeing the old man stop, she smiled at him, stood up and asked, ”do you like this picture?”
”Did you draw these yourself?”
Ye Huanyan nodded and said, ”yes.”
”Are you a painter?”
She shook her head and said, ”I'm an architect. But now... ”
The old man looked at her other paintings. It can be seen that her paintings pay more attention to the structural beauty of architecture rather than the artistic sense.
Indeed, it should be from the hands of architectural designers, but also a designer with deep skills.
He suddenly had the idea of continuing to talk with her. He pointed to the picture he saw at first sight and asked, ”is this picture for sale?”
She handed the painting to the old man, smiled and said, ”if you like it, this painting will be given to you. The painting has been here for several days, but no one has paid attention to it. You are the first person to ask me about this painting. ”
The old man shook his head and said, ”everything in the world has its value. I think it's worth buying, so I'm willing to pay money for it.”
Seeing the old man insist, Joan ran symbolically accepted some money from him. After all, she still has to live.
”If you are not in a hurry, may I invite you to sit down and have a cup of coffee?”
She didn't know the identity of the old man, but she felt that the old man could really understand her paintings.
The old man readily accepted.
In the process of sitting down and chatting, she was surprised to know that the old man came here for vacation from Paris and looked for some inspiration.