When Cao Yuan saw the child looking at him, his eyes did not dodge, and he showed no fear, and his heavy heart relaxed slightly.
He walked up to the boy, knelt down, and asked as kindly as possible:
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Why are you afraid of you?" the boy said calmly, "I've seen people who look more fierce than you. It's no big deal."
Hearing this, Cao Yuan felt very good.
"What's your name? How old are you?"
"Wuquan, fifteen years old."
"Fourteen years old...going to school?"
"The third grade of junior high school."
"Third grade of junior high school? It's time to prepare for the high school entrance examination, right? Don't you have to go to school today?"
"Today is Sunday, no need to go."
"That's right... good boy, if you go to school well, you will definitely have a future."
Cao Yuan nodded in praise.
Cao Yuan chatted for a few words and was about to stand up when Wu Quan suddenly asked:
"Brother Qingzhu...are you really on a secret mission?"
Cao Yuan's eyes narrowed, then he smiled and said, "Yes, why do you ask that?"
Wu Quan's dark eyes stared at Cao Yuan for a long time:
"……oh."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Quan turned around and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.
"Cao Yuan, come here." Just when Cao Yuan sighed, An Qingyu poked his head out from another door and waved to him.
Cao Yuan stepped forward, "What's wrong?"
"Look at this."
Cao Yuan walked into the room and saw four or five children sitting on the rubber mat in the center of the room playing. An Qingyu stood alone in front of a white wall, holding his chin with one hand, as if thinking about something.
Cao Yuan followed An Qingyu's gaze and found that the wall in front of him was covered with all kinds of crooked and colorful graffiti.
Each graffiti style is different. There are flying blue birds, black cars, red crosses, and little painters holding brushes and palettes...
Next to these different graffiti, names are written crookedly, as if they were written by children.
"What is this?" Cao Yuan asked.
"It is a career dream wall for children." An Qingyu pushed up his glasses and said,
"They told me that every child who lives in this orphanage will draw here what they want to do or who they want to be in the future.
The girl in the red coat is called Li Xiaoyan. The red cross on the wall was painted by her. Her future dream is to become a nurse.
There is also the boy who is playing with the racing model, his name is Qian Cheng, his dream is to become a racing driver...
But what I really want you to see is this."
An Qingyu pointed at the center of the wall.
Cao Yuan looked along his fingertips and was slightly startled.
In the center of the graffiti wall, three neat characters were outlined in the brightest red strokes:
——Shen Qingzhu.
Although the strokes are a bit childish, the strangest thing is that there is no graffiti around the name.
"Where's Brother La's dream?" Cao Yuan asked puzzledly.
"Once upon a time, he had no dreams." An Qingyu said helplessly, "In other words, his dream was to become himself..."
"...It is indeed his character."
Cao Yuan sighed with emotion and turned his gaze slightly, landing next to Shen Qingzhu's name.
It was a black umbrella. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the umbrella cover happened to completely cover Shen Qingzhu's name, as if to protect it under the umbrella ribs.
In the corner of this black umbrella, there are two small fonts written:
Wuquan.
The indifferent boy's face immediately appeared in Cao Yuan's mind.
"This kid..." he muttered.
"What's wrong?" An Qingyu asked when he saw Cao Yuan looking strange.
"……nothing."
Cao Yuan withdrew his gaze, "Should we help them deal with the demolition matter?"
"Qiye and Pangpang are already doing it."
An Qingyu turned his head and looked at the two figures communicating outside the window.
…
Dense raindrops dripped from the eaves like a curtain, and the misty water vapor gradually overwhelmed the sight.
"What happened?"
Lin Qiye looked at Baili Pangpang who was hesitant to speak and asked in confusion.
"Qiye, this Li Group is a bit tricky." Baili Pangpang's face was a little solemn,
"This real estate company is not as simple as one of those small local companies. It is very large in scale. Although it is not as good as our Baili Group, it is still ranked among the top five in Daxia, and it is a leading presence in the southern market.
It is not impossible to acquire through commercial means...but it will definitely not be as simple as acquiring several small companies before. This will take at least a year to prepare.
I have asked the public relations team to try to negotiate with the Li family to see if they can let go of the Linjiang land, but it is unlikely. After all, in the south, the Li family is the local snake."
"One year..." Lin Qiye sighed.
After a one-year buffer period, this orphanage may not be able to sustain for that long, and it is unfair to Baili Pangpang and the group behind him to let Baili Group spend so much manpower and financial resources on this matter.
"Let's talk about it carefully after Dean Liu comes back."
"Um."
"...But, does it take so long just to buy groceries?"
Lin Qiye looked at the time and was a little confused.
"It's normal for an old man to walk slower on a rainy day... Look, aren't you back?"
Lin Qiye turned around and saw that Old Man Liu was carrying a full plastic bag and slowly walked in from the iron gate with an umbrella. His clothes were already soaked through, and there was still some mud on the corners of his clothes, as if he had rubbed them somewhere.
arrive.
"Grandpa is back!"
Li Xiaoyan saw this scene from the window, and immediately ran out of the house with the other children, took the plastic bag and umbrella for him, and ran to the kitchen with a smile.
"Grandpa Liu, what are you having for dinner today?"
"Wow! It's pork belly! I saw a big piece of pork belly!"
"And roast chicken? It smells so good..."
"Idiot Qian Cheng! You can't steal it! Go to the kitchen and wait until grandpa is ready!"
"Run slowly, don't fall...you are a bunch of little bastards." Old man Liu slowly walked to the eaves, waved his umbrella, and looked at the running children with a smile on his face.
He patted the mud on his clothes and glanced at Lin Qiye and others.
"Everything is tidied up. I'll make some food later, and we'll eat together. We don't need a few pairs of chopsticks like you."
It's raining today and it won't stop for a while. I'll make some beds for you after dinner and leave tomorrow morning."
After saying that, without waiting for Lin Qiye and others to refuse, Old Liu hurried into the room to change clothes.
Cao Yuan and the others, who had been arranged inexplicably, looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
"I'm going to do something." Cao Yuan stood up and followed Old Man Liu into the kitchen.
"Although this uncle looks fierce, he seems to have a pretty good heart." Baili Pangpang sighed with emotion.
He turned around and was about to say something when he saw Lin Qiye's brows furrowed tightly.
"What's wrong?"
"Something's wrong." Lin Qiye squinted at the direction in which Old Man Liu was leaving,