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Chapter 186 Jiang Qingyan's Childhood

Jiang Zhenyuan felt irritated when he heard the word Xingyuan, and said in a deep voice, "I'm looking for your chairman, Jiang Qingyan."

"Excuse me, do you have an appointment?" The little girl thought to herself, it was not easy, she finally asked the question. She was a little confused. She had seen the boss's friends, but she had never seen his family. There were not many photos online, and she had only found photos of Mr. Jiang's brother and sister.

Is that possible? As the receptionist of a large company, she must have some sense.

"I'm his father."

"Okay." The receptionist immediately went to find the hotline. After getting the instructions, she came back with a smile: "Mr. Jiang, I'll take you upstairs." She was thinking in her heart that she must remember this face clearly so that she would not fail to recognize it next time.

The receptionist returned to her workstation and the girl sitting next to her asked curiously, "How is it? Does Mr. Old Jiang look like Mr. Young Jiang?" She had just gone to the bathroom and didn't see him in person.

The receptionist said with a look of relief, "I don't know if it's similar, but that aura is simply amazing. I was in the same elevator with him just now, and I was almost scared to death. I felt that the air in the elevator became thinner. This is the aura of an old domineering CEO. I still like our young CEO Jiang. He looks cold, but he has become better with age. Once before, I had a stomachache and my face turned pale. He saw it but didn't say anything. Later that day, Assistant Zhou gave me paid leave."

Jiang Zhenyuan arrived at the chairman's office on the top floor. Outside was the neatly arranged office area for the assistant team. Zhou Yu was already waiting at the elevator door. When the elevator door opened, he smiled and said, "Mr. Jiang, you're here. The boss is waiting for you in the office."

Jiang Zhenyuan left the elevator, took two steps, and then stood there looking around.

Zhou Yu followed behind and saw the awkward receptionist. He signaled her to go down first and then walked to Jiang Zhenyuan's side with a smile: "Shall we go in directly?"

"Why doesn't Jiang Qingyan come out? Has he grown too powerful?" Jiang Zhenyuan's power over the years was emanating invisibly, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu was sweating profusely. He didn't dare to speak. What he was thinking was: Will he come out and be scolded to death by you in public?

The memory goes back to when Jiang Qingyan was 12 years old. At that time, he was only 14 years old. Because his mother was the housekeeper of the Jiang family, he was also considered a "house-born child" in ancient times.

At that time, Jiang Qingyan was still a sweet and soft, cute little boy, not as cold as he is now.

He lived in the house arranged by the Jiang family for their staff, and played with Jiang Qingyan when he had nothing to do. The two had similar interests and were of similar age, so when they had nothing to do, they would lean on each other and play with their favorite things.

"What kind of person do you think my father is?" Jiang Qingyan thought about the topic of his composition and asked Zhou Yu, who was fiddling with the computer next to him, thoughtfully.

Zhou Yu answered without hesitation: "Of course he is a great man. He can make so much money and support such a large company. He is absolutely amazing."

"I think so too. It would be great if you could just let me do what I like and not get angry at me in private."

Jiang Qingyan's voice was too soft for Zhou Yu to hear clearly. He stopped what he was doing and asked, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, Brother Zhou Yu, do you know what my dream is?" Jiang Qingyan silently changed the subject.

Zhou Yu said confidently, "Of course I know. If you want to build the largest technology company, I will accompany you."

"You still understand me!!!"

"Qingyan, let's go to the Kyoto Programming Competition." Zhou Yu suddenly remembered the news he heard from the teacher's office when he was in school.

Jiang Qingyan hesitated a little, and said hesitantly: "Father doesn't like me to do these things. He only lets me learn management and firearms." His voice became smaller and smaller, and deeper and deeper.

Zhou Yu patted Jiang Qingyan's shoulder carelessly. "Dr. Jiang's birthday is coming up soon. We can put the trophy and the certificate aside then. Oh my god, it will definitely work."

Jiang Qingyan's eyes sparkled, his fear gradually replaced by desire, and he nodded: "Okay, Brother Zhou Yu, let's do it together."

Jiang Qingyan himself had a lot of homework, and there were tutors for various subjects living at home, but he and Zhou Yu still squeezed out time to do it secretly.

This competition requires online submission of works, and most of the participants are college students and working programmers. The first prize is 30 yuan.

Jiang Qingyan had more ideas in his mind. He wanted to tell his father that he had something he liked and that he had the ability to do well in this field.

Although Jiang Qingyan was precocious enough, this work still took a lot of effort.

The trophy, certificate and bonus were received by mail the day before Jiang Zhenyuan's 55th birthday party.

Zhou Yu held up the trophy and said, "Qing Yan, this is our first achievement. It wasn't easy. The two months of staying up late were not in vain."

Jiang Qingyan's face flushed red as she nodded heavily, "Yeah."

That night, Jiang Qing carefully wrapped the certificate, imagining his father's surprised expression when he saw his gift tomorrow: "My son is so talented?..."

When I sleep, I hug my trophy, with a smile on my face, and even my dreams are sweet.

The chairman of Huanyuan Group celebrated his birthday, so the scene was naturally filled with cheers and splendor, with people from all the top wealthy circles present.

Jiang Zhenyuan was full of confidence and pride under everyone's praise. His three children were all excellent. If they followed his arrangements, the glory and foundation of the Jiang family would continue, and everything would proceed as he expected.

He is his father's best son.

Jiang Qingcong and Jiang Qingnuo are of similar age, about 10 years older than Jiang Qingyan. Both of them are studying abroad and have heavy academic workload, so after taking time out to come back to attend their father's birthday, they took a private plane back overnight. Their mother also went with them briefly to help their sister solve some problems.

After the banquet, Jiang Qingyan finally found an opportunity to give his gift to his father. Before that, he was either entertaining his uncles or communicating with his brothers and sisters.

The entire hotel was booked, and the guests were arranged on the top floors. Jiang Qingyan waited in the room until he was almost drowsy, and then he received a message from Gu Jingrong, "Qingyan, my dad has finished talking to your dad, and your dad has gone upstairs. Go wait at his door."

Jiang Qingyan hurriedly tidied herself up. Zhou Yu was already fast asleep beside her. She hugged the beautifully wrapped gift tightly in her arms and walked to her father's door.

Seeing the familiar figure, Jiang Qingyan suppressed his inner excitement.

Jiang Zhenyuan drank a little wine and felt dizzy, but when he saw his youngest son, he narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a low voice: "Qingyan, why are you still not asleep so late?"

"Dad, Dad," Jiang Qingyan suppressed his nervousness, "It's your birthday today, and this is a gift from me to you." He handed over his work with anticipation.

The paper wrapping the certificate even left marks from his grip because he was so nervous.

"What?" Jiang Zhenyuan was puzzled. After he took it, his assistant helped him open the door. He turned to the assistant and said, "Go and rest first. Tomorrow morning's meeting is very important. Remember to wake me up early."

Jiang Qingyan nervously watched his father open his envelope, pursed his lips, his eyes full of admiration.

Jiang Zhenyuan glanced at the content above, his expression unchanged, and motioned his son to follow him in.

The huge room seemed particularly empty with only the father and son in it.