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On the day of the completion of the renovation of the Mistletoe area, government officials organized a grand ceremony for it and spoke eloquently to various reporters.

Qiao Wen on this kind of pick up credit behavior, although the heart despise, but also do not care much, anyway, how they bragged about their achievements, but also have to bring them Wennan real estate, only Ouyang Yuan gas just short of blowing his nose staring, but these officials in front of him respectfully, so that his stomach temper can not be sent out, and finally can only pretend to be unwell, retired in advance, leaving politicians to enjoy the show.

Once Ouyang Yuan retired, Qiao Wen and Chen Canaan excused themselves to see him off and left together. This was the first time the two had gotten into Ouyang Yuan's car and were invited by him to his home.

This renowned architect does not live in a rich district like the Repulse Bay in Taipingshan, but instead lives in a small three-storey building near Tin Shui Wai.

Originally an old building before the war, after he remodeled, although the appearance looks mediocre, but when you walk in there is a different world, very quiet and elegant, a brick and a tree are exuding a simple and ancient book atmosphere.

"Master, you're back!"

Upon entering the entrance foyer, she was greeted by an old woman with kind brows, silver-white hair in a neat bun, wearing a plaid cheongsam and a pair of embroidered cloth shoes, a very old-school dress.

Ouyang Yuan gently responded with a hmm, took off his hat and handed it over to her, smilingly introducing it to the two juniors, "Ah Nan Ah Wen, this is my wife."

"Hello Mrs. Ouyang!"

"Hello you guys hello you guys!" Mrs. Ouyang has aged, face piled up symbol of the wrinkles of the years, but still can see that when young should be a beauty, she and her husband, I do not know whether it is born, or by the heart, have a face of the face, Qiao Wen looked up Ouyang Yuan information, he came from a poor family in Suzhou, from a young age, working in the tea plantation, by the proprietor of the subsidies to be able to successfully study, and far away from home to further study in Cambridge. Just wait for him to complete his studies, return to his hometown in Suzhou, the proprietor has long been down and out of business, the proprietor of the young adored Miss also married someone else, became a widow, had a very difficult time.

It was the end of the Northern Expedition, and the country was enjoying a rare period of prosperity. He had already secured a teaching post at Fudan University and started to undertake major projects for the new government. He had a bright future ahead of him, but he insisted on marrying the widowed proprietor's daughter. Throughout the decades since then, through the wars and upheavals, from Shanghai to the United States and then settled in Hong Kong, the two of them have always been in love, and are known in the industry as a good couple.

Mrs. Ouyang had the servants bring tea and softly said, "You guys chat, I'll go arrange lunch."

Ouyang Yuan nodded, "You ask sister-in-law Gui to make a squirrel osmanthus fish and you season it yourself."

Mrs. Ouyang smiled and nodded, "I know."

Smilingly watching his wife leave, Ouyang Yuan then reached out his hand and teased, "The two small bosses drink tea."

Qiao Wen lost his smile and looked around the room, saying, "Uncle Ouyang's taste is really extraordinary, elegant and simple yet modern and stylish."

Ouyang Yuan smiled and waved his hand, "Alright Ah Wen, don't pat me on the back, now that the renovation of the Quarry House has been completed, I know that you guys didn't do this favor for no reason, so if there's anything you can speak up now."

Sure enough, ginger is still old and hot, Qiao Wen clenched his fist against his nose and coughed lightly, since the other party had already opened the door, he couldn't be bothered to beat around the bush, he smiled lightly and said, "It seems that nothing can be hidden from Uncle Ouyang's eyes, we do have something to ask for Uncle Ouyang's help."

Chen Canaan stretched out his two dark arms and said rascally, "Uncle Ouyang, you see that I'm almost tanned this month, so I shouldn't refuse to ask for your help, right?"

Ouyang Yuan glanced at him with a smiling face, "That depends on what kind of favor it is."

Qiao Wen said, "It's like this, we have a piece of barren land under us near Clearwater Bay halfway up the mountain and facing the sea, about twenty or so acres, backed by the mountain and facing the sea, and we intend to develop a piece of high-end villa, and we would like to invite Uncle Ouyang to design it for us."

Ouyang Yuan said: "You want to invite me, should also have inquired, I almost eight years did not do commercial design again, many real estate developers with sacks of money to invite me to the door, were I refused. Besides ......" he slightly a meal, and only then continue, "high-grade villas is nothing more than to meet the rich, Hong Kong City tycoons are insatiable, election stock market real estate, which is not manipulated by their hands. I have already passed the age of begging for food from their hands, I don't want to do anything for them again. Originally I saw that you two had quite a bit of Red City's heart, but now it seems that it's just a matter of wanting to climb up and be that exploitative tycoon."

Qiao Wen laughed, ''If you are poor, you are alone, but if you are rich, you can help the whole world, Uncle Ouyang surely understands this better than we do. Although the villa is sold to the rich, it also means that it is making money from the rich, and it also provides work for the poor. I know that Uncle Ouyang will not come out for money, and originally we are not rich enough to carry money in a sack to invite you. However, I know very well that Uncle Ouyang's original intention of learning architecture was to 'secure thousands of buildings and shelter the world's poor people with joy', and I think it must be the same now. If Uncle Ouyang is willing to design for us, we happen to have extra land on hand, so we can build two ten-story low-cost houses in your name, and rent them out to poor families who don't have a house at the same price as government low-cost houses."

To the position of Ouyang Yuan, a long time will not be for the money to design buildings for people, can please move him, but also because of his preferences. Before semi-retirement, his works are mostly libraries, concert halls and other buildings that can benefit ordinary people, let him go out to design high-grade villas and real estate, in the eyes of outsiders, it is simply a fantasy.

Jovian was just throwing his hat in the ring and taking a chance.

"Oh?" When Ouyang Yuan heard this, he was clearly a bit surprised, raising his eyebrows and saying slowly, "The profit from twenty villas, after building two low-cost houses, there's not much left."

Qiaowen laughed, "Nan and I also come from poor families, and using the money we earn from the rich to help the poor is something we can do at the moment."

Ouyang Yuan looked at him with an inscrutable expression, not making a sound for a long time, and just as Qiao Wen began to grow apprehensive, the other party suddenly laughed aloud, "Regardless, for you to be able to do this, you are already far superior to those tycoons in the city who hold charity dinners for three days, a hundred times higher. Alright, I promise you guys."

Qiao Wen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Thank you Uncle Ouyang, then I wish us a happy cooperation."

Chen Canaan, who was on the side, smiled and said, "I knew Uncle Ouyang wouldn't reject us."

Ouyang Yuan reached out and nudged him on the side of his head, "Yes, look at you, you've gone from Pretty Boy Nan to Black Charcoal Nan, if I don't say yes, you won't be able to cry with me."

Chen Canaan stalked his neck and said, "A man is a man who bleeds without shedding tears."

He said it without blushing, but scenes of him once howling popped into Jovian's head, and he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh lightly.

Although the two ten-story buildings will make the villa profit can be cut on two thirds, but in fact, for them now, it has been very considerable, not to mention that the low-cost housing is not lucrative, but the house property rights in their own hands, it is an asset that will always retain its value. The most important thing is that the first commercial project of Wen Nan Real Estate is to cooperate with Ouyang Yuan, and in the future, I am afraid that sitting at home, there will be a project to find the door, and this is where the most important value lies.

A sumptuous lunch, eat all the guests, Mr. and Mrs. Ouyang have reached the age of grandchildren, but the only daughter is married to Canada, the grandchildren grow up to the teenage years, can only see two or three times a year. Therefore, when they see young people, it is always difficult to avoid feeling close to them. These two children, a healthy and handsome, a handsome and gentle, mouth is also good, really a pair of delightful children from the Ouyang family said goodbye, Mrs. Ouyang also booked a date for the next dinner.

It was always a relief to end a big deal, and Jovian got into the cab and simply leaned back in his seat like he was unplugged.

Chen Canaan also breathed a sigh of relief and leaned heavily next to him, but it wasn't as if he was relieved, it was purely because he had just eaten too much.

Qiao Wen turned his head and glanced at him, seeing that his dark face was really as black as charcoal, he couldn't help but reach out and touch it, saying, "Brother Nan, it's fortunate that Uncle Ouyang agreed to my invitation, or else you'd be considered to be basking in the sun in vain for this month."

Chen Canaan said, "I've just thought about it, if he doesn't agree, I'll run to his house every day to please Mrs. Ouyang. I've carefully observed that Uncle Ouyang is a wife-beater."

Jovian lost his smile, "You're quite attentive!"

"That's for sure, this month can't be for nothing, my tan is a small thing, you worrying so much about it is a big thing."

Jovian muttered in a low voice, "Silly boy!"

"What did you say?" Chen Canaan reached out to pinch his face.

"Stop it," Jovian laughed, brushing his hand away, "By the way, tomorrow is your birthday, have you thought about where to go yet?"

Chen Canaan nodded, "I've thought about it, let's go to Lai Chi Kok to swim in the water for a picnic, the sea water over there is clean and there are fewer people."

"OK."

Early the next morning, Chen Canaan, who was twenty weeks old, ate the birthday noodles cooked by his aunt and uncle, then picked up his own luggage and hurriedly ran next door to call Qiao Wen.

Qiaowen had long ago packed his duffel bag in advance, and as soon as he arrived, the two of them headed straight out the door.

In the elevator, Chen Canaan couldn't hold back his excitement and said, "Xiao Qiao, speaking of which, this is still the first time the two of us have gone out alone."

The two have shopped together countless times and ate countless meals, is not out to play properly, neither on the mountain nor down to the sea, for one thing, Qiaowen body weak, dare not be too tossed, and the original body from a young age is not love to go out of the house, a man, Chen Canaan softly soaked and he went to the shopping mall once has been very rare.

But this more than a year down, the two have experienced so much, Qiao Wen's body, although with the calf-like Chen Canaan is still far from the same, but not so much as to walk two steps to gasp for breath sickly, and the most important thing is that is also willing to go out and walk more.

Jovian looked at his excited look and laughed, "Are you that happy?"

"Of course, it's the first time I've ever celebrated a birthday properly like this, can I not be happy?"

Jovian nodded, "Yeah, twenty years old and a real adult from now on."

Chen Canaan held his head high, "I've long been an adult, a big one."

Jovian looked at him suspiciously, even glancing under his belly to make sure he didn't mean it, but that he was trying to be biased.

When they arrived downstairs, Chen Canaan took his hand and urgently went to fetch the motorcycle, but he was pulled back by Qiao Wen, "Wait, I'll show you a gift first."

"There's still a gift?" Chen Canaan pretended to show his embarrassment, "We didn't even give gifts on our birthdays before."

Children in the slums, whose parents remember birthdays, are already considered happy when they get a bowl of birthday noodles and a few dollars of pocket money. Birthday gifts birthday party, that is something only in the rich family. Not to mention between boys, Chen Canaan is and the original body relationship is even better, that also did not give gifts, at most to go to the sugar water store and ice room to eat a meal.

But who doesn't want a big birthday?

Jovian laughed, "Then we'll all give each other gifts from now on."

Chen Canaan nodded vigorously, "Well, send it to the age of eighty." After saying that, he hurriedly added, "Sent to as many years old as you live."

Jovian: "Good."

"What exactly are you giving me as a gift?" Chen Canaan followed him outside.

Jovian: "We'll find out soon enough."

It was after nine o'clock, and pedestrians were scarce on the road. He led the way and stopped by a small blue Chevy on the side of the road and pulled a key out of his pants pocket and handed it to him.

"What?" Chen Canaan was unsure.

"Gifts."

Chen Canaan was puzzled, "What are you giving me a key for?"

Jovian lost his smile and reached out to point to the car beside him.

Chen Canaan froze, and then looked down at the key in his hand, and after a long time, he finally came to a realization and said incoherently, "You ...... you send me a car?"

Qiao Wen said, "Well, didn't I let you take the driver's license test with me earlier? We are now opening a company, you will have to run outside from time to time in the future, you can't always ride a motorcycle. Now we don't have much money yet, we can only buy this, and when we have money later, we can buy a Mercedes-Benz Lamborghini."

Chen Canaan has been excited two eyes round, lips slightly trembling, unable to speak, when he just moved out of the cottage, Qiao Wen carried him to take the driving license, he wanted to make money in the future must be to buy a good car to give Xiao Qiao, but can not let him old rub four-eyed boy's car.

Unexpectedly, only a few short months, Qiao Wen first sent him a, and still two people before shopping car dealership, their own fancy model.

Damn, it's so good to cry.

Seeing the twenty-year-old adult in front of him, his eyes reddened, Qiao Wen reached out and waved his hand in front of his face twice, losing his smile, "Brother Nan, there's no need to be so excited, right?"

"Ow-" Chen Canaan roared, stretching out his two sturdy arms, picking up Qiao Wen in a hug and giving him a few hard spins, "Xiao Qiao, you're too good to me! I'm going to love you to death!"

Although there are not many pedestrians on the road, that also passes by one or two from time to time, a man hugging a man spinning, how to look a little scary. This car Qiao Wen ordered a few days ago, in order to give this guy a surprise, specially let the car dealership people sent over this morning.

Sure enough it managed to be overly surprising.

He was spun around a bit dizzy, and it was not easy to land on the ground, Chen Canaan cupped his face again and kissed his forehead fiercely twice. This is not the first time he has done this, every time he is excited, but in the past it was all at home, this time on the street, Qiao Wen could not help but have a hot ear, just want to make a hole in the ground to drill down, however, he is not a gopher can't drill a hole in the ground, he can only hurriedly say, "Get in the car and try it!"

"Uh-huh." Chen Canaan drove the car, directly throwing the two people's duffel bags in the backseat of the car, seeing Qiao Wen get into the car and slowly fasten his seatbelt, and exclaimed, "Sit tight!"

Qiaowen looked at him with two glowing eyes and said with a heartfelt feeling, "Don't get excited, drive slowly!"

"Don't worry!" As the words fell, the foot that was placed on the gas pedal, pressed hard, and the car rode out like a stray arrow.

Jovan: "......"