The Return of Gratitude Volume 2

On weekends, Archer went to Cameron's to earn extra money as usual, and then rushed to the tennis court before 05:30.He was actually not sure if An Jiamian would really come, he had already prepared to wait for two hours, but when he came to the tennis court, he found that An Jiamian had arrived before him and was practicing against the serving machine.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

The wheat roll youth just ran into the arena with a happy face, bang!The yellow-green ball came straight at him, Archer quickly covered his forehead and squatted down, and the ball flew over his head in a thrilling manner.

He turned his head and looked at the ball stuck in the net with a look of lingering fear on his face. If he was hit and suffered a concussion, he shook his head, Master An, your game skills have deteriorated in recent years.

An Jiamian stopped swinging the racket and said flatly: "Turn off the serve."

An Jiamian saw that the dog boy ran over and turned off the ball machine, and even smiled and patted the ball machine, as if saying "you take a break, I will play instead".

An Jiamian looked at the young man with wheat rolls who always showed eight teeth when he smiled calmly. He looked the same as seven years ago, except that he had grown taller and had a stronger physique.

After so many years, Shen Che's physical strength is still very good, and he did a lot of unnecessary gymnastics when catching the ball, and he didn't show his physical strength. , I have been doing physical training for a long time, so I don’t give up too much.

He stood on the baseline and waited for the opponent to serve. The tennis racket in Shen Che's hand was still the same red and white head seven years ago. How bad is it?

"Shen Che, do you think it's easy to be my training partner and you don't need to pay?"

Archer was bending over to pick up the ball, when he heard An Jiamian's indifferent voice, he raised his head in bewilderment.

The prince racket in An Jiamian's hand pointed at the racket in his hand: "How many years have you changed your racket?"

Archer lowered his head and spun the racket: "Because it's not broken..."

"The racket string is almost broken. If you don't change the racket, at least change the string, or do you think you can play against me with a badminton racket?"

The curly-haired youth was innocent and miserable: "I really don't mean that! If you think I don't respect you, I'll change the racket tomorrow!"

An Jiamian didn't speak. His mind was a bit messy at the moment. He had sorted it out before, and put all kinds of questions and ideas into categories, but when this kid showed up, they got messed up again.

"...Stobby."

Archer, who was bowing his head to pluck the racket string, felt his scalp numb. The sound was so similar to what he heard in the garage that night, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to lift his head.

An Jiamian's voice was flat: "I raised a golden retriever and it died last night."

Archer then raised his head. Is it the Stobby who won the all-round dog championship?No wonder An Jiamian was abnormal today.He didn't know how to comfort him, but suddenly he felt closer to this talented young master who was always out of reach and omnipotent.It turned out that An Jiamian's disorder was only due to sadness.Maybe the omnipotent genius has this bewildering look when he is sad. He tried his best to imagine the inner world of this person. He is very powerful, and life and death are the only things he can do nothing about.

"I don't have any human friends, mainly because I think they are stupid," An Jiamian said coyly, spinning the racket and going to sit on a bench beside him. tolerant."

Archer seldom heard An Jiamian mention his affairs, but even if An Jiamian didn't say anything, he actually knew about this person.He didn't think that An Jiamian would hate a stupid person in his heart.You see, although I'm not stupid, I'm not that smart either, and you don't dislike me at all, do you?

He walked over and sat down on the bench, with a space between the two of them. He turned his head and said, "You can raise another one."

An Jiamian put the racket into the bag, took a sip of water, and asked, "Are you short of money?"

"Huh?" Archer didn't understand what the turning point was, but he was indeed short of money, but he didn't want to admit it in front of An Jiamian.

"I see that you look like you are willing to do anything for money. If you give me a chance, if you help me find a dog that can understand me, I will pay you [-]." An Jiamian said.

Archer opened his eyes wide: "Senior, are you joking?"

"That's right," An Jiamian nodded thinkingly, "A dog that can understand me shouldn't be worth only [-] dollars. That's [-] dollars. Hurry up and find it before the exchange rate has fallen too much." After finishing speaking, he got up and patted the shoulder of the curly-haired young man, picked up the ball bag and slung it on his shoulder and left.

Archer was dazed by this magical turn, and sat blankly on the chair to watch An Jiamian's back disappear into the end of his field of vision step by step.

When I got home, I hadn't turned into a dog, and it took longer and longer to transform, which is a good sign.There was no one in the living room, so Qin Xiu should be in the study. Seeing that the door of the study was not closed, the young dog pushed it open: "I'll go back..."

Qin Xiu at the desk closed the laptop with a snap, with a revealing and annoyed expression on his face: "You are a dog and not a cat, can you make some noise when you walk?"

Archer said in his heart that I strode in and didn't sneak in. How can you blame me for watching so intently that you didn't hear?But looking at Qin Xiu's appearance of trying to cover up, he stretched his neck curiously and poked his head: "What are you watching? Porn?" What a good advantage of frigidity, don't treat it!

"You are full of animal desires." Qin Xiu turned off the power and came out, raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, "Speaking of which, are you still a dog?"

Archer listened for a long time before realizing what virginity meant. He was so angry that he retorted: "Aren't you a virgin too!"

"I'm different from you. I don't have animal desires, and I don't have estrus. It doesn't matter where I am." Qin Xiu opened the refrigerator and opened a carton of milk with a very noble attitude.

Archer looked at Qin Xiu who was drinking milk with his head up. He didn't need a straw or anything. With such a bold posture, people would think you were drinking, but in fact, you were just drinking milk.Archer thought it was funny when he thought of Qin Xiu sipping his milk. This is a man who lives outside the word "Chu". He suppressed his laugh: "Then what were you looking at just now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "poof" when Qin Xiu spit out all the milk in his mouth with a smile.

Archer was confused by the laughter: "What's so funny?"

Qin Xiu wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looked sideways at him playfully, laughed again after a while, and laughed again after a while.

Smiling and laughing, Archer blushed, thinking, can you wipe off the milk around your mouth before laughing at others.Then I also "poofed", and today's doll's daily routine ended satisfactorily in the rising white smoke.

After Qin Xiu left the next morning, Archer took a hot bath and entered Qin Xiu's study, wanting to confirm whether his guess was correct.

Turn on the laptop, check the recently accessed folders, which are all photos taken, and then try to open the browser, and the browser immediately pops up a prompt window that was not closed normally last time.

Archer looked at the restored webpage that had not been properly closed. It was the official website in English of the "Great Legacy" Global Photography Contest.He was sitting at the desk, feeling very complicated.

Click, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open, Qin Xiu looked up and saw the curly-haired young man in front of the computer, he immediately understood, his face darkened.

Qin Xiu walked over without saying anything, Archer obediently stepped aside and watched Qin Xiu close the page.It's useless to close it, I know this page is in your favorites.He whispered: "You still really want to participate." Although he didn't mention it anymore, he kept it in his heart.

"I don't want to participate." Qin Xiu turned his back to him and copied the files with a mobile hard drive, "Can't you pay attention?"

"I want you to participate." Archer said, looking at Qin Xiu's hunched back and never turning his head.

Qin Xiu's back froze for a long time, and finally he straightened up and said with a deep breath, "It's not just what you say you want."

Archer thought a lot that night. He thought about it when he became a human, and he thought about it when he became a dog and his brain shrunk by half.Thinking of it, he finally called An Jiamian the next day.

Mr. An was in the car when he received Shen Che's call. Jason saw An Jiamian looking down at his phone for a long time before answering the call: "Did you find the dog?" Mr. An said without emotion, raised his hand and looked at his diving watch. , "Then at six o'clock, you come to my office on the top floor of An's Building."

Jason didn't know the meaning of An Jiamian's action of raising his hand to look at his watch. They were on the highway now, far away from the central area of ​​Genglin, and there was a question mark whether they could arrive at seven, let alone six.But it was obviously impossible for An Jiamian to misread the watch. Jason silently lit a piece of wax for the person who was going to be pigeonholed. An Zuzong often played this trick, and he was the last/last party in any meeting. Jason looked down at his laptop. Recently, An's acquisition case was hotly discussed on the Economic Forum, and it was very lively: "Aren't you and your team a little too radical?"

An Jiamian glanced sideways at the webpage, and said indifferently: "What's wrong?"

"Hostile takeover itself is easy to make enemies, not to mention that the other party is also a well-established large enterprise," Jason said, "Aren't you afraid of being retaliated?" This time, An Jiamian started remote control before returning to China, and it was very difficult in the early stage. It annoyed the board of directors of the other party, who knew that the bidding war would intensify after returning to China.Guantong Communication can be regarded as the leader in the domestic information and communication field. The other party tried every means to save themselves, and the white knights from all walks of life also extended a helping hand, but there was no way. It is imperative.

After doing this again and again, Guan Tong, who was stuck in the mud, almost regarded An Jiamian as an enemy, and Guan Tong's management team wished that An Jiamian would die on the street every minute.Mr. An's notoriety in the industry has also spread like wildfire, and it is a good idea to annex the oligarchs, because An Jiamian has studied in the United States, and some people even call him the Asian carp that is flooding in the Mississippi River.The Asian carp, an exotic species introduced to the Americas, quickly flooded the Mississippi River overnight, squeezing native species to the brink of survival. Jason glanced sideways at An Jiamian beside him, imagining a 1.83-meter-long Asian carp sitting in the back seat and looking down at his laptop leisurely.

However, the most fatal blow of this acquisition came after the acquisition was completed.Guantong, who was renamed Antong, already had a strong sense of internal hostility. I don’t want An Jiamian to play a major reshuffle and replace all the top management. You must know that Guantong is still very young, and the management team is basically the same as the entrepreneurial team back then. The crystallization that had been cultivated was snatched away overnight, so one can imagine how much he hated An Jiamian.

"Indeed," An Liyu just nodded, and answered irrelevantly, "This is the longest bidding war I've fought. It can be seen that they hate me."

"Wouldn't it be a little too much to remove the management team?" Jason asked.

"Do you think they hate me?"

Jason remembered that when he accompanied An Jiamian to the Guantong headquarters for the handover, the eyes he encountered were either red or black. If eyes could kill, An Jiamian would have turned into a grilled carp long ago. "I hate it so much." He said, and couldn't help grinding his teeth.

"Then it's over." Mr. An shrugged, smiled and said nothing more.