Chapter 303 To call Grandpa Jiang
The two stopped at the door with the sign of 'Reception Room' hanging one after the other.
The man in front knocked on the door twice, and a voice came from inside: "Come in."
"Miss Song, please."
This means letting her in by herself.
Song Qingyou thanked clearly, and walked in without hesitation.
No matter when and who she might face, she is used to never showing timidity.
With such a calm attitude, the people sitting in the reception room couldn't help but think highly of him.
The interior of the reception room looks like a new Chinese tea room.
After entering, what you see is an ink painting as the background wall.
In front of the painting, there is a wooden table and two chairs facing each other.
There are also rugged rockeries and proud green bamboos on the right.
Song Qingyou's eyes fell on the old man sitting in the chair.
The person who sent the message was right, the old man looked very imposing, either rich or expensive.
Even if the hair is gray, it should not be underestimated.
"May I ask the old gentleman to find me, what's the matter?"
The old man didn't answer, but said something like introducing himself: "My surname is Jiang."
Song Qingyou froze for a moment, and immediately thought of Jiang Zhihan.
However, she remained calm, and only changed her words from Shan Ruliu: "Mr. Jiang."
Master Jiang raised his eyebrows: "Don't you ask about the relationship between Zhihan and me?"
"There is no need to do anything extra." Song Qingyou said in a cold voice, "You will come to me, it must have something to do with Mr. Jiang."
I have to say that Song Qingyou's reaction and attitude were beyond the old man's expectation.
Jiang Zhihan lived in seclusion after the car accident. After learning that the outsider he had more contact with turned out to be a female star, Mr. Jiang started an investigation.
Later, I learned that Jiang Zhihan not only agreed to the program team to film Jiangyuan Group because of Song Qingyou, but also purchased an investment company in the entertainment industry in his own name, and cooperated with this starlet in other aspects...
At work, the little star even has the title of 'consultant'...
All these surprised the old man.
He was very worried that Jiang Zhihan would follow in Jiang Quan's footsteps and fall into the hands of a woman.
That's why I came here specially to meet this little star.
Before he came, the old man was still telling the butler that if the little star knew enough about current affairs, maybe he would retreat when he saw him.
If it was the opposite, seeing him so suddenly would not be indifferent.
As a result, Song Qingyou's reaction was completely different from what the old man had imagined.
She looked very calm, she didn't seem to have met a high-ranking person, and she only had the most basic respect for an ordinary old man in her eyes.
The old man suddenly felt that he was in a hurry, and he didn't even know Song Qingyou's character.
He lightly tapped the Go board on the table, "Can you play chess?"
Song Qingyou nodded, and sat across from the old man's gesture.
"After you."
Song Qingyou tried to exchange chess pieces with the old man, and let the old man hold the black chess first.
Master Jiang frowned: "Are you sure?"
Over the years, few people can play chess better than him!
Isn't the little girl in front of you a little too confident?
Song Qingyou bent her lips: "Sure."
"The little girl has learned Go?"
"Self-taught." That's all Song Qingyou could say.
"Self-taught?"
Song Qingyou: "After every move of my chess, I can count hundreds of moves."
The old man obviously didn't believe it. With this ability, wouldn't it be more than enough to become a professional player? Maybe he can even get the title of genius!
Heizi goes first, followed by Baizi.
Song Qingyou didn't seem to need to think too much about every step, and her speed seemed to be fooling around.
But as her opponent, Mr. Jiang felt the pressure within a short while.
Less than ten minutes later, the old man raised his eyes to see the little girl's calm appearance, and put back the chess pieces in his hand.
"I'm old and useless. I lost this game of chess."
"Concession."
Neither humble nor overbearing.
This calm look is much better than some wealthy daughters.
The old man asked curiously: "Can you really count a few hundred moves behind in one move?"
Song Qingyou nodded: "For example, the old man just—"
"I want to call Grandpa Jiang."
The old man finally understands that the little girl in front of him has no intention of clinging to the Jiang family and flying up the branches. It is not certain whether she likes her grandson or not!
On the contrary, he is good at Go, so he can communicate more with him.
Jiang Zhihan, who could tell what Grandpa was thinking at a glance: …
Fortunately, he was still worried about what the old man was going to do to Song Qingyou, and this was the end?
Song Qingyou paused, "The chess that Grandpa Jiang played just now..."
She only explained a few words, and the old man kept nodding, as if listening attentively.
After hearing the last word, the old man had already taken a new look at Song Qingyou.
Song Qingyou took the opportunity to ask: "Grandpa Jiang came to see me this time, what's the matter?"
Grandpa Jiang, who was still selling Guanzi just now, replied very cooperatively:
"To be honest, I heard that Zhihan has a relationship with a female celebrity, so I came here to take a look."
Come here to see if it is false, and if the test is true, Song Qingyou knows it well.
But judging by the old man's current attitude, there is no need to pierce the window paper.
"Jiang and I are always friends." Song Qingyou said frankly.
It turned out to be just friends.
Master Jiang didn't mean to disbelieve.
He removed the chessboard and prepared to make tea.
Song Qingyou stretched out her hand, "Why don't you let me come, Grandpa Jiang?"
Jiang Zhihan couldn't help but look up.
He knows that his grandfather's two biggest hobbies are playing chess and drinking tea.
The former is always crushing other people, while the latter is always researching, and from time to time, he still complains that the housekeeper’s methods are not right and will waste tea...
Since Song Qingyou won the game of Go, Mr. Jiang hesitated for a while and asked, "You will?"
Song Qingyou nodded, she had learned these things in the ancient world!
After hesitating for a while, the old man gave up the tea set.
Song Qingyou straightened her back, holding the teapot in her hand, hot water poured out from the thin spout, and fell on the bowl in a clockwise direction, rising into a curl of steam, and then she washed the other tea sets one by one, moving like flowing water.
It looks very skilled, I don’t know how many times I have done it.
Master Jiang stared intently.
A few minutes later, the cup of tea in front of him was clear and bright, with a warm, yellow and mellow aroma, and the mellow tea aroma could be smelled before drinking it.
The old man took a sip and felt endless aftertaste.
He was very excited, and even had the urge to treat Song Qingyou as a year-end friend.
The next second I heard Song Qingyou say:
"The picking time of this Pu'er is not right, and the heat of frying green is not sure, it's a pity."
Master Jiang: …
Usually he is the only one who dislikes other people's lack of "fineness", but today it's his turn? !
Jiang Zhihan glanced leisurely at the tea pot next to him.
He remembered that this small pot of tea was bought by the old man last year at a cost of hundreds of thousands.
(end of this chapter)