40: Chapter 40 I'm very rich! No, you're wrong!

The three of them, led by Zhao Yang, followed Su Gengsheng to the conference room.

After they were seated, An Xin took out the materials for the Jinghai City Commodity Exhibition and Investment Promotion Conference and got straight to the point: "President Su, entrusted by Mayor Meng, I hope this matter can be pushed forward as soon as possible to open up a new phase for Jinghai's economic development."

Su Gengsheng flipped through the beautifully produced color brochure and asked: "Secretary An is truly straightforward. However, I have a question: why did the Jinghai municipal government choose our Qingting? This kind of foreign-related matter seems like it could go through official channels. Of course, our Qingting definitely has the capability; I'm just curious."

An Xin immediately said: "This time, Jinghai intends to hold a different kind of investment promotion exhibition—it needs to have an artistic flair, similar to the Oscars, with cultural Acting interspersed throughout to showcase our country's traditional and popular culture. That's why we chose Qingting."

Su Gengsheng's eyes lit up as she heard this: "That's wonderful! I always thought official departments were rigid in their work; I didn't expect Jinghai to have such an innovative idea! However, why choose Kyiv, Budapest, and Moscow? If it's for investment promotion, Western Europe and America would be better choices, right?"

An Xin laughed: "Investment promotion is one aspect, but Mayor Meng hopes more for Jinghai's products to reach the outside world. For example, our Jinghai hongdou phone will occupy an important share at the exhibition."

As he spoke, he took out several exquisite phones.

"Huh?" Su Gengsheng picked them up one by one to admire them, exclaiming: "I have seen the hongdou phone before; although it was pretty, it wasn't this stunning. This appearance is too beautiful—the patterns, the composition, the Fusion of traditional Chinese painting, Gothic, and Baroque styles! It's simply a work of art! This is the work of a top international designer! Good heavens, what kind of sacred being is behind the hongdou phone that could actually hire such a Genius designer?"

"Ahem..." Zhao Yang couldn't help but interject, "You flatter me; this phone case is just an industrial product."

"My attitude toward art is serious. Perhaps in your eyes it's an industrial product, but in the eyes of someone who understands art, this is definitely a rare treasure." Su Gengsheng realized she was a bit excited and quickly softened her tone, "I'm sorry, I was too excited. I didn't mean anything else; it's purely because these phones are too beautiful. I wonder if these phones could be sold to me? I want to display them in our Qingting art exhibition room."

At this moment, An Xin and Meng Yu were both a bit dazed. They only thought the phone case was pretty, but they absolutely didn't expect it to rise to the level of a work of art.

Facing Su Gengsheng's expectant gaze, An Xin didn't know how to answer. He and Meng Yu each had a hongdou phone, even in matching couple colors, costing 998 each. But these ones in front of them were different, and Gao Qisheng hadn't told him how much they cost when he gave them to him.

Just as he was hesitating whether to call Gao Qisheng, Zhao Yang gave a light cough: "President Su, actually, if you like this style of work, I can draw a few more when I have time."

"Hm?" Su Gengsheng stared at Zhao Yang in astonishment, stunned for a dozen seconds, "Mr. Zhao, are you saying... these phone cases are your work?"

Meng Yu and An Xin also had expressions of disbelief. Meng Yu even blurted out: "I say, cousin, how many things do you actually know? You write books, you're a computer science graduate student, and now you can draw this too?"

An Xin tugged at her: "Mind your image."

Meng Yu smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, President Su, I was just startled."

"It seems this Mr. Zhao Yang is quite surprising... Hmm? Zhao Yang?" As Su Gengsheng spoke, her gaze fixed on Zhao Yang's face, revealing an expression as if she had seen a ghost, "I think I've seen you! On the news... there's a police officer named Zhao Yang, is that you?"

Zhao Yang covered his forehead: "Fine, one really shouldn't be too handsome, otherwise nothing can be hidden."

"It really is you!" Su Gengsheng was even more surprised, "I never dreamed that a criminal police officer who won a First-Class Merit would actually... actually conquer me with a work of art. Ahem... don't misunderstand, when I say conquer, I mean in terms of artistic taste."

"Actually, I also really appreciate Qingting's artistic taste, which is why I recommended your company to the Jinghai side."

Su Gengsheng's gaze held a bit more respect and gratitude.

She basically figured out the relationship between the three—Zhao Yang is Meng Yu's cousin, Meng Yu and An Xin are dating, and An Xin is the secretary for Mayor Meng of Jinghai City. So, the key to Qingting obtaining this collaboration opportunity lies with Zhao Yang. She said seriously: "Mr. Zhao Yang, to be able to gain your approval, we are truly very, very honored. If you have any works in the future, you must think of us at Qingting!"

"No problem. Regarding the commodity exhibition, Jinghai is in a bit of a hurry, right An Xin?" Zhao Yang brought the topic back.

An Xin immediately followed up: "Yes, the time Mayor Meng gave me is that there must be a result within three days."

"Mr. An, our President Jiang learned about this matter and immediately bought a plane ticket to rush back from abroad. She will arrive in the capital tonight and can meet with you all tomorrow morning." Su Gengsheng said, "Is there anything else you need me to convey to President Jiang? I will report it as soon as President Jiang gets off the plane."

An Xin took out a few more documents: "These are our rough process arrangements, as well as the preliminary exhibition plan, and the personnel arrangements are at the back. Please hand these to President Jiang first as well. If there are any other questions, we will discuss them in person tomorrow. The preliminary quote for this event is also included."

"It seems your side is very well prepared. Rest assured, I will definitely hand these to President Jiang at the first opportunity."

Once the business was discussed, the three of them left Qingting.

Su Gengsheng hugged the documents and returned to her office, where she began to look through them.

...

For the rest of the afternoon, An Xin and Meng Yu toured Shuimu University, while Zhao Yang was responsible for taking photos of them.

After dinner, the two of them left by taxi. Zhao Yang returned to the dormitory, practiced Military Boxing until exhaustion, and then went to bed.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, his heart suddenly stirred—

[System Notification: The relationship between An Xin and Meng Yu has undergone a substantial change, completely subverting the original plot, reward: one skill draw.]

Zhao Yang was stunned for a good while.

He remembered that their fates had already been changed once, how could it happen again?

No, this time it says "relationship has undergone a substantial change."

He immediately recalled how lovey-dovey they were while taking photos that afternoon, and they had left together by taxi...

The answer was obvious—Meng Dehai! Uncle Meng! Your family's little cabbage has been completely snatched by someone else!

Regardless of how An Xin snatched her, he should do the skill draw first.

"System, start the draw!"

[Obtained Skill: Music—Level 6]

"Music?" Zhao Yang was speechless for a moment.

I'm on a career path in officialdom, not a path to stardom! Did you make a mistake somewhere? Can you give me something useful?

[The draw relies entirely on luck, and the results are random. If you have special requirements, you can spend 50,000,000 to 100,000,000 emotion points before the draw to lock in a skill category, such as Art, Life, Technology, Sports, etc.]

Looking at that string of zeros, Zhao Yang felt a bit dizzy.

He checked his emotion points—32,764,509.

Fine, he thought he was very wealthy. Now he admits, he was wrong.