“I want to open a coffee shop in the commercial street of the ski town, in the style of a restaurant and bar, also selling milk tea and simple food, and I’ll call it…” Yan Shenyu paused, then turned to ask the old man next to him, “What’s your name?”
Not knowing how the topic had turned to him, the old man spoke somewhat blankly: "Batur Maisu."
“Let’s call it ‘Batur Maisu’s Cottage’,” Yan Shenyu said, smiling at Xie Siyan. “Mr. Xie, could you fulfill my dream of opening a restaurant?”
At nine o'clock in the evening, the last glimmer of light on the horizon disappeared, and office workers dragged their tired bodies along the street. The scarlet headlights of cars formed streams of light, occasionally shining on the plastic curtains in front of the Shaxian Snack Shop.
Yan Shenyu sat at the first table after entering the room. He was a little cold from the air conditioning, so he took off the shirt tied around his waist and put it back on, looking both casual and disheveled.
At this moment, he was far from being refined and beautiful, but his eyes shone with an amazing brilliance that was so captivating that it was almost impossible to look away.
Xie Siyan met his gaze, and after a long while, she finally asked, "Why did you help them?"
"It's nothing," Yan Shenyu said lazily, still with that nonchalant expression. "I just don't want to see strangers homeless."
He, too, was a stranger in a foreign land, unable to return, but when Batur's daughter came back, he hoped she could find a home of her own...
Xie Siyan's gaze fell on Yan Shenyu's face. After a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, I accept your investment."
A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 8: Being mistaken for a mistress.
“Then it’s a pleasure to cooperate,” Yan Shenyu stood up and handed the phone to Xie Siyan. “Now the phone is back to its rightful owner.”
Xie Siyan took the phone and said thank you. When he looked up, he found that Yan Shenyu's right hand was still in front of him, palm up, as if he was expecting something.
?
Xie Siyan thought for two seconds, then extended his right hand and shook hands with him.
"Who cares about shaking hands with you?" Yan Shenyu was speechless, slapped his hand away, and asked, "Where's my phone?"
Xie Siyan: "..."
Two seconds later, Xie Siyan looked at his personal secretary and asked in a serious tone, "Secretary Lin, where is Mr. Yan's phone?"
As expected of Secretary Lin, even after being unfairly blamed, his professionalism remained impeccable. He looked at Yan Shenyu, his tone sincere and apologetic: "I'm so sorry, I accidentally broke your phone. I've already had it sent to the technical department for repair. If it can't be fixed, I'll replace it with a new one."
Yan Shenyu frowned: "The phone itself isn't important; the key is the data inside."
Xie Siyan glanced at Secretary Lin, who immediately understood, took out her phone to call the technical department, and then saw the latest news on her phone…
Secretary Lin looked somewhat devastated, but forced a smile and said, "Ten minutes ago, the technical department told me that the phone was beyond repair and they had begun the process of destroying it."
Yan Shenyu: "..."
"I'll call them right now and make them stop!" Secretary Lin called the technical department, but no one answered.
He called Xie Pingfeng again, and this time the call was answered, but as soon as it connected, he heard a commotion from the bar, making it impossible to hear what the other person was saying.
After a two-second silence, Secretary Lin hung up the phone and said, "I can't get in touch with the technical department right now. I'll go back immediately."
Yan Shenyu couldn't rest easy, so she stood up as well: "I'll go with you."
Secretary Lin then asked Xie Siyan, "So what are your plans for the future?"
Xie Siyan: "Back to the company."
Knowing that Xie Siyan was a germaphobe and would not ride with strangers, Secretary Lin offered, "Then I'll arrange a car for Mr. Xie."
"No need," Xie Siyan shook his head.
Secretary Lin: "?"
Xie Siyan: "He walked with me."
"Uh..." The car sped along, and half an hour later, Yan Shenyu was led into the Wildfire Technology headquarters by Secretary Lin.
On the fifth floor, in the technical department, after passing by potted plants, Yan Shenyu finally saw his phone with a cracked screen at a workstation filled with figurines.
I don't know what kind of inhuman torture it has endured, but not only is the screen broken, the phone's curves are also bent.
Next to the bent phone was a regular phone charging, and next to that was an open takeout bag containing extra spicy crayfish, now just a pile of crayfish shells.
"Where is Tong Xiren?" Secretary Lin asked the employee next to him.
The people nearby were also puzzled: "It was just here a moment ago."
Secretary Lin then asked, "How's the cell phone that was delivered this evening?"
Colleague: "Tong Xi said it has already been destroyed."
“Uh…” Yan Shenyu’s expression immediately deflated.
Secretary Lin: "Is it important? Is there a backup on a cloud drive?"
"Oh right, cloud storage, I completely forgot about that!" Yan Shenyu quickly logged into her mobile account to check, only to find that the cloud storage was already full and there had been no backup for a week.
Yan Shenyu wanted to cry but had no tears: "..."
Oh well, maybe it's fate.
But why him of all people? He could tolerate being transported to another world and rummaging through trash cans, but after finally getting his phone back, it was completely empty.
Waaaaah, how could he be so miserable!
Yan Shenyu rested her forehead on Secretary Lin's shoulder and unceremoniously shed tears on it: "Secretary Lin, you don't need to comfort me. Maybe I'm just destined to be apart from that phone, sob sob..."
“Mr. Yan,” Secretary Lin’s voice rang out.
Hearing someone comfort her, Yan Shenyu cried even louder: "I'm so miserable, waaaaah..."
Secretary Lin: "I'm here."
Yan Shenyu sniffled: "It's so good, at least you're here to comfort me now."
Secretary Lin: "Mr. Yan, I'm right behind you."
Yan Shenyu: ?
Secretary Lin is behind him? Then who is he holding?
"It's me." A deep voice sounded from above.
Yan Shenyu raised her head and met Xie Siyan's dark eyes.
Yan Shenyu: "..."
Good heavens! What's Xie Siyan doing here?
Yan Shenyu quickly let go of her hand and took two steps back, explaining somewhat flusteredly, "You, you came here on your own, I didn't mean to bump into you."
He already had fair skin, and after crying like that, his cheeks and neck turned a pinkish hue, which, combined with his red-rimmed eyes, made him look fragile and pitiful.
Xie Siyan looked away, glanced at his wet right shoulder, and nodded: "Yeah, I got here by myself."
Yan Shenyu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and clung to Secretary Lin's shoulder, continuing to sob.
At the same time, a young man in a black T-shirt was walking towards Yan Shenyu from behind. He was clutching his stomach, his tall frame was hunched over, and his handsome features were contorted in pain; he clearly had diarrhea that was making his buttocks hurt.
After finally managing to get to his workstation, the young man saw so many people gathered together and asked in bewilderment, "What are you all doing standing at my workstation... Secretary Lin?"
Xie Siyan rarely appears in public, and the people in the technical department don't usually have the opportunity to contact him, so none of them recognized him. They only remembered the decisive and efficient Secretary Lin.
Secretary Lin: "Were the cell phones delivered this evening destroyed?"
“Absolutely,” the programmer nodded quickly. “It can’t be repaired. We can only destroy it as Mr. Xie instructed. Don’t worry, I’ve completely destroyed it. Even the most skilled programmer won’t be able to read the data inside.”
Yan Shenyu cried even louder.
The programmer was startled: "What's wrong with him?"
Secretary Lin: "That was his phone, but all the data is gone."
"Who said the data is gone?" the programmer asked, looking bewildered. "I exported all the data; just copy it to him."
Yan Shenyu suddenly raised her head: "There's more?!"
"Of course! Backing up your data before destroying your phone is basic procedure, isn't it?"
Yan Shenyu stared at him blankly, and the next moment, his legs went weak and he fainted to the ground.
"Wow? How did you suddenly faint from fright?" That was the programmer's voice.
"Mr. Xie!!" Secretary Lin called out nervously.
Before his last shred of consciousness faded, a pair of arms steadily supported him... It seemed to be Xie Siyan beside him?
...
Yan Shenyu had a dream. He dreamt he was dressed in his finest attire, yet stood alone at a wedding. The groom had abandoned him, the guests were mocking him, and even his family despised him…
The sounds came like a tidal wave, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
On the other side, Xie Xiaoling was holding Xiao Zhenliang's arm, looking at him with a smug expression.
He dreamt that, driven by jealousy and revenge, he repeatedly caused trouble for Xie Xiaoling and the protagonist. Like a clown, he constantly caused trouble, only to be repeatedly humiliated, and finally died a miserable death…
He dreamed that he hadn't picked up the wrong phone and hadn't met the two herdsmen at the entrance of the fishing platform.
He dreamt that Xie Siyan's ski resort project was snatched away by a competitor, who forcibly relocated the herders. Although Batur Maisu received the money, his seriously ill wife died because she did not receive timely treatment, and his daughter, who was studying abroad, could not find her relatives and lived with regret for the rest of her life...
Yan Shenyu woke up from his dream and stared at the ceiling in silence for a long time.
If he understood correctly, those were the storylines he didn't travel through.
Fortunately, it's all over now, and at least for now, things are moving in a positive direction.
Yan Shenyu threw off the covers and sat up. Only when he moved did he realize that there was a needle in his hand, connected to an IV tube. He was receiving an IV drip at the hospital.
"You're awake?" The door was pushed open, and a man in a suit and glasses walked in.
"Secretary Lin?" Yan Shenyu was somewhat surprised. "Why did I faint?"
"It's not serious, just low blood sugar," Secretary Lin reassured her. "Two bottles of glucose will do the trick."
Yan Shenyu then remembered that he hadn't eaten anything since he transmigrated and had been almost starving for a day. He looked up and said sincerely, "Thank you for bringing me here."
"You're welcome. This is the president's order," Secretary Lin said, handing over the box. "I'm sorry I damaged your phone. This is Wildfire's latest flagship model, the next generation of your phone. It should work without any problems."
Yan Shenyu: "How much? I'll transfer it to you."