Global Update [Quick Transmigration]

The three of them stood at the door, and none of them moved for a moment.

Jing Xinglan opened his eyes slightly, and observed the middle-aged man in his fifties in front of him. He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and even though his temples were gray, his back was straight and he was imposing. Although his eyes were already wrinkled, But he is still sharp and energetic, with a serious face and a bit of refined temperament. He is a very hard to mess with intellectuals at first glance.

This is Qiao Jing's father?

"dad?"

Qiao Jing was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

Hearing his son's voice, Qiao Cunzhi barely recovered.

He tried his best to let himself ignore the strange man who was supporting his son, and replied: "I was going to stay in a hotel, but your mother insisted that the expo is in N City, let me come and see you."

Qiao Jing had already separated from Jing Xinglan by now, and even changed into her slippers.He didn't notice Qiao Cunzhi's complicated eyes, but just glanced at the suitcase in the living room, and nodded clearly.

"I just went to the supermarket to buy vegetables today," he said, "Remember to tell me in advance next time."

Even though Qiao Jing felt uncomfortable when her parents came to live in her own home, she knew it was her responsibility as a child.

So he didn't say much, he just went to the bedroom to change his clothes and prepared to cook dinner.

Jing Xinglan immediately said, "I'll help."

Qiao Cunzhi:?

No, yours?

He had to remind me aloud: "Here, why don't you introduce me?"

"Oh, he's Jing Xinglan." Qiao Jing said briefly.

Probably because Qiao Cunzhi's expression was too indescribable, he added: "My high school deskmate lives next door now."

Qiao Cunzhi could barely accept this explanation, but he immediately put on a straight face: "You boy! Since you are a guest, how dare you let him cook?"

Jing Xinglan smiled and said, "It's okay uncle, I'm used to it."

Qiao Cunzhi, who was just relieved, was choked by his words again.

Get used to, get used to what?

Is he used to cooking when he is a guest, or is it just a habit of taking care of his son?

In such entanglements, Qiao Cunzhi sat down at the dinner table.

Fortunately, except for the moment when they first entered the door, Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan had no other interactions that made people feel uncomfortable. Qiao Cunzhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief while eating dinner.

"Are you the president of Xinglan Entertainment?" After knowing Jing Xinglan's occupation, he was also a little surprised, but soon sighed the same as Wang Zemin, "You are so young, you are really young and promising."

And after hearing Jing Xinglan mention that they met Wang Zemin today, Qiao Cunzhi was even happier.

He immediately put aside his previous entanglements, and looked at Jing Xinglan with admiration for the younger generation: "Really? Is Lao Wang in good health recently? Last time I saw him, his waist was not in good shape." ..."

Qiao Jing watched Jing Xinglan and his father chat happily at the dinner table, and he was the only one eating alone. Suddenly, there was an illusion that Jing Xinglan was Qiao Cunzhi's biological son, and he was a guest.

But if he had a choice, he lowered his head and thought to himself while grilling the rice, Dad, he would definitely prefer Jing Xinglan to be his son.

Sure enough, after 1 minute, he noticed that Qiao Jing had been sitting there silently, and Qiao Cunzhi couldn't help but tapped him with his chopsticks: "Tell me about you, the guests are still on the table, why don't you talk?"

Qiao Jing held back her chopsticks for a long time before choking out a single word: "...Oh."

Qiao Cunzhi had nothing to do with him and sighed heavily.

"I'm really sorry," he turned his head and said to Jing Xinglan, "My son has been introverted since he was a child. I thought he would get better when he grew up, but he didn't expect it to get worse."

Jing Xinglan shook her head: "You forgot, Qiao Jing and I are high school classmates, I have always been very clear about what kind of person he is."

After a pause, he said again: "And I think he has never changed. Such a personality is also very good. You should know his profession, right? Qiao Jing should prefer to express concisely in words rather than say light words with his mouth. It’s very admirable.”

When Qiao Cunzhi heard this, he was stunned for two or three seconds before he realized it.

"You young man, you can really talk." He smiled, but he was obviously in a good mood. "Too flattering this kid."

After dinner, Jing Xinglan left, but Qiao Jing didn't realize that he had left his mobile phone on the dining table after washing the dishes in the kitchen.He casually wiped his wet hands on the apron, picked up his phone and knocked on the opposite door.

"What's the matter?" Jing Xinglan was a little surprised, this was the first time Qiao Jing knocked on his door.

"your phone."

"Oh... I forgot, I'm sorry." Jing Xinglan took it and put it in his pocket. Seeing how Qiao Jing came out without taking off her apron, she suddenly smiled, "Suddenly I feel that I bought this house. the right decision."

Qiao Jing blinked her eyes: "Indeed, the environment in this neighborhood is good, and the housing prices have been rising."

Jing Xinglan smiled, but did not explain that this is not the most critical reason.

"Is there anything else?" he asked, "I have a video conference to be held later."

Qiao Jing pursed her lower lip, looked away, and said something in a low voice.

Jing Xinglan didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"Let me say," Qiao Jing took a deep breath and raised his voice slightly, "Thank you... for speaking for me at the dinner table just now. I owe you a favor."

"Is there?" The man in front of him said casually, "It's not a big deal, and that's my truth."

A certain emotion flashed quickly in Qiao Jing's dark eyes.

"Anyway, thank you." He insisted. "Is there anything you want?"

Jing Xinglan raised her eyebrows: "In that case, do you still remember Yan Heqing's autographed book I mentioned to you last time? You said you would give me a copy after publication."

Qiao Jing really forgot about it.

"...Okay, I will help you find the author."

Back home, Qiao Jing stood at the entrance, inexplicably dazed.

Qiao Cunzhi, who was teasing the cat in the living room, sighed inwardly when he saw him like this.

But he is a person who has seen strong winds and waves, and he is still calm on the surface, but he just asked casually: "Didn't you tell me before that you don't know Yan Heqing at all?"

Only then did Qiao Jing realize that Qiao Cunzhi had overheard the conversation between him and Jing Xinglan in the corridor just now.

"Because he said to keep it secret," he said slowly, "so..."

"So you told Jing Xinglan?"

Qiao Cunzhi is not so easy to fool. As a master negotiator who is proficient in linguistics and psychology, let alone Qiao Jing is his son, even if the person standing in front of him is a stranger, he can still talk to the other party within 10 minutes. I took out my old bottom.

But for Qiao Jing, he didn't want to press too hard: "If you don't want to talk about it, don't talk about it. I only have one question."

Qiao Cunzhi let go of 008, who was ecstatic with his cat face, pushed the old-fashioned gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said seriously, "Can you be sure that this person, Yan Heqing, will not cause any harm to the country?"

Qiao Jing said affirmatively, "Absolutely not."

Qiao Cunzhi looked at him deeply for a few seconds with those eyes that had gone through many vicissitudes and seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. If ordinary people would have panicked and dared not look at each other under such eyes, but Qiao Jing's face did not reveal The slightest retreat, still as calm and indifferent as usual.

Because he has a clear conscience.

"Okay," Qiao Cunzhi looked away as if nothing had happened, put on his reading glasses, and continued to pet the cat, "I believe in you."

Before Qiao Jing could breathe a sigh of relief, he wondered why his father was so talkative today, when he saw Qiao Cunzhi sitting on the sofa without raising his head, and said to him in fluent French: "From now on, unless there are guests at home, you can communicate with me." Remember to use French. I want to see if you have forgotten everything I taught you, so you don’t embarrass me at the fair.”

Qiao Jing: "..."

After the identification, it really is my real father.

The day before the opening of the expo, the entire city of N was under martial law.

When Han Youpeng took the students off the plane, he already felt that the security at the airport was very tight, and it was even more so when he took a special car into the city.

"You take your things to the hotel first," he said to some students, "I'm going to meet an old friend."

"Mentor, why don't you bring a bodyguard?" A student said worriedly, "You are not an ordinary academician now, those foreigners have always used unscrupulous methods, so at least you should bring an assistant?"

Han Youpeng said with a smile, "Don't worry, I know what's going on. The security in City N is so strict now, even Country M wouldn't dare to make trouble at this time. Besides, I'm just going to have a meal, so don't worry."

Although he is over 70 this year, his legs and feet are still very agile. Because of regular exercise, many middle-aged leaders in their 50s and [-]s are probably not as good as him.

In addition, there is another very important point--

According to Qiao Cunzhi's analysis of all kinds of information revealed in "Song of the Earth", Yan Heqing himself probably lives in N City.

In fact, at the beginning of the serialization, the Ministry of Intelligence had already profiled Yan Heqing.They believe that the author is likely to be a male, aged between 20 and 45, highly educated, and should live in the southern part of China, near the coastal cities all year round.

The permanent population of City N is close to ten million. Han Youpeng didn't expect to meet the author of "Song of the Earth" on this trip. He just came to this city on a business trip to see the opening ceremony and his old friend's son.

But when Han Youpeng arrived at the restaurant, he realized that Qiao Cunzhi hadn't brought his son.

"Old Qiao, you're not being kind," Han Youpeng sat down angrily, his eyes widened, "Am I here to see your old face? Go, go, call you Son is calling!"

Qiao Cunzhi snorted and flipped through the menu unhurriedly. After all, today is his treat. Haven’t read it yet, and still want to go out for dinner? It’s beautiful.”

Han Youpeng couldn't help but said: "Is there anyone who manipulates your son like this? The team under you has been preparing for it a few months ago, and you will give your son less than a week, and you are not afraid of him being there when he arrives." What really went wrong?"

"That's because of his lack of ability," Qiao Cunzhi said. He has trained Qiao Jing like this since he was a child. "I will not give him tasks beyond the limits of his abilities."

Hearing these words, Han Youpeng could only shake his head and said nothing.

As a friend for many years, he knows Qiao Cunzhi's character better than anyone else, and he is a typical Chinese traditional tiger dad.It is said that a tiger father has no dogs. Although Qiao Jing is a promising child, it is clear that Qiao Cunzhi has higher expectations for his son.

"By the way," Han Youpeng suddenly remembered one more thing, "I saw the list of people attending this expo, the designer of 'that thing', is he really called that name?"

Qiao Cunzhi finished ordering, closed the menu, and slowly showed a meaningful smile on his face.

"That's right," he nodded, confirming Han Youpeng's conjecture, "Although it's a coincidence, it's a godsend opportunity to take advantage of it. So this time the country has prepared a good show... just waiting for those foreigners to take the bait .”