The president is dying every day

Chapter 51

Meng Chun drove Ren Chuan home. As soon as he entered the house, Ren Chuan ran to his parrot first, "Baby! Let Dad take a good look! Do you want Dad!"

His parrot is called Juliet, a fat African gray parrot that can live up to 60 years. He bought it in college, enough to send him away.

Juliet cast a noble and cold glance at him, fluttered her wings and refused the approach of this human being, and shouted loudly, "The boss is cremated! The boss is cremated! The boss is cremated!"

Ren Chuan's mouth that kissed it froze, he didn't teach Juliet to say this sentence.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Meng Chun at the door said, "Boss, take a good rest, I will..."

"Meng Chun!" Ren Chuan was furious, "What did you do to my Juliet!"

Juliet shouted again at the top of her voice, "The boss is cremated! The boss is cremated! The boss is cremated!"

At this moment, Meng Chun's phone rang, and it was the same voice, "The boss is cremated! The boss is cremated! The boss is cremated!"

Meng Chun: "..."

Ren Chuan was furious: "You don't want this year's bonus!"

Meng Chun walked out of Ren Chuan's house with his head down. The phone was still ringing, and he was not so persistent in harassing calls. He answered the phone and said angrily, "Don't call again!"

Zhong Nian's cold voice came from the phone, "Okay, Meng Chun, you are awesome."

Meng Chun: "..."

Meng Chun is really frustrated in the workplace, and he is also fucking frustrated in love.

Ren Chuan tried to use food to make Juliet forget that catchphrase. He teased the parrot with melon seeds in his hand, "Come on, son, sing Gong Xi Fa Cai to Dad!"

Juliet repeated that sentence, "The boss is cremated! The boss is cremated! The boss is cremated!"

Ren Chuan tuned it, "Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations..."

Juliet stared at him with a pair of eyes, the meaning is obvious, are you stupid/pussy?

Ren Chuan: "..."

He took a shower first, lay in the jacuzzi and soaked comfortably for an hour, then contacted the barber, went home to cut his own hair, adjusted the lights to sleep mode, and got a good night's sleep.

Early the next morning, I drove to the company.

Driving on the road, Ren Chuan felt like a president for a long time. After pretending to be sick for so long, he would not be the president anymore.

Wearing a BRIONI high-end suit, British gentleman style, the color is Empress Eugenie's favorite robin egg color, Poirot tie, handmade Monk shoes, low-key silver cuffs, straight and stylish, low-key luxury Connotation.

Ren Chuan just walked into the gate of Blackstone Technology. The lady at the front desk didn't see the boss for a long time, and she was a little dumbfounded for a while.

They whispered, "Boss... isn't dead yet?"

"Yeah, I thought it was cremated."

"...Back to life?"

"Is medical technology so advanced now?"

"Ahem!" Ren Chuan coughed twice and gave the past a threatening look.

The front desk bowed together and said hello, "Good morning, President!"

Ren Chuan took the elevator to the top floor. When he passed the office area, he said as he walked, "After half an hour, the executives from the three departments of creative design and operation will have a meeting in conference room [-]."

Meng Chun wrote down in his notebook, "Okay."

Pushing open the door of the office, it was as if a wanderer was returning home. Ren Chuan cherished his handmade Italian walnut desk. This is the feeling of being a president.

He sat down on the office chair, picked up the coffee and took a sip, only to spit it out in the next second, "Poof!"

"Who the hell did it!" Ren Chuan roared angrily, "You want to burn me to death!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—!" A newly arrived Trainee trotted over to apologize, and took a rag to wipe Ren Chuan's table, "My fault, my fault..."

Ren Chuan glanced at his badge, Xie Zan, an intern in the creative department.

Newcomers will be excluded when they enter the workplace. Ren Chuan is not ignorant of the trivial tasks of pouring water and wiping the table, but no intern has ever dared to touch his coffee cup.

"Go back to your own department." Ren Chuan pointed to the door, "I didn't give you a salary of [-] to make coffee."

Xie Zan didn't dare to vent his anger, so he trotted away. Meng Chun knocked on the door and walked in, "Boss, the meeting has started."

Ren Chuan gave him the coffee cup, got up and went to the conference room for a meeting, "Make me another cup of coffee."

The meeting room was already full of people. Vice President Song Qiwen was sitting in the chair of the meeting. Ren Chuan sat down on the only vacant seat at the round table, looked at all the people present with scrutiny, and then said, " I called everyone here to discuss how to open channels to help farmers."

Supervisors, look at me, and I look at you, and you don't know what to say.

"Help farmers open live broadcast accounts, live broadcast to bring goods, introduce logistics, promote profits, raise funds through advertising, and continue to attract more customers." Song Qiwen said first, "This is a closed loop of profit."

"That's what I said, but..." the chief financial officer hesitated, "There must be a lot of investment in the early stage. Fresh food is not easy to transport, and the price of food is not high, so the profit margin is very limited."

"Continue to do so, so that farmers can get real benefits." Ren Chuan said, "No matter what the price is."

He had this idea when he was selling apples in Tibet. It’s not that many farmers don’t want to sell their agricultural products live, but no one watches them at all. There are too few fans, but they can’t afford those Internet celebrities.

Is it possible to establish a brand, accommodate various retail investors, unify distribution, form a professional logistics chain, and then hand it over to Internet celebrities for live streaming and online sales?

And when Jiang Huan was still alive, he also said that if he became a president, he would build Hope Primary School, donate lunches, and help poor students complete their studies.

Ren Chuan wanted to realize his wish.

This meeting has been held for a long time. According to Ren Chuan’s idea, the company can not make a profit on this matter, which is completely public welfare, but the executives disagree. The company’s goal is profit, and if there is no carrot, it will let the donkey give you Grinding?

At the end of the meeting, Song Qiwen stopped Ren Chuan and looked him up and down, "You really have changed a lot."

Ren Chuan smiled, "It's no less than bringing the dead back to life."

He is extremely busy today, clearing up all the backlog of affairs before, and looking up again, it is already the beginning of the night.

Just as Ren Chuan was about to leave the company, he received a call from Zhu Kaifeng, "Chuan'er! You've been discharged from the hospital!"

"Well, I was discharged from the hospital yesterday." Ren Chuan loosened his tie and took a breath, "Why do you want me?"

"Come out and play!" Zhu Kaifeng, the second generation ancestor, only had eyes for eating, drinking and having fun, "How many days have you had no nightlife!"

"No." Ren Chuan was not interested, so he wanted to go home and order a hot takeaway, "I'm tired."

"How can a man say he's tired!" Zhu Kaifeng told him to hold back, "There is a big man today, that's a real golden branch and jade leaf!"

"Ah?" Ren Chuan was curious, who could make Zhu Kaifeng say the golden branches and jade leaves, "Who is so crazy?"

"Have you heard of the He family? They started their business by shipping 800 years ago, and their ancestors were a prime minister! During the Republic of China, they moved to the Northeast, made deals with Maozi, bought their guns to support the domestic war of resistance, and the hat of a patriotic businessman One buckle, it’s hard not to make money! New China has not yet been established, and their business has gone to Europe, but now they are basically active overseas, and the He family is rarely seen.” Zhu Kaifeng inquired Clearly, "But I heard that the young master of the He family has returned to China, and today's Vanity Fair is saving his boss!"

The He family, Ren Chuan has a vague impression that the nobles of the Qing family are far less famous than the Rothschild family and the Rockefeller family, but they have deeper connotations and a longer history.

Moreover, the He family has a very famous family rule that no concubines are allowed. For nearly a thousand years, the inheritance has always been a couple for a lifetime, so the children withered, and the inheritance was almost broken.

But it seems that in this generation, there is something wrong with the He family. There is not only an eldest son from the main family, but also an illegitimate son.

The young master is not busy fighting with his younger brother at home, what is he going to do when he returns home?

Ren Chuan wanted to meet that golden branch and jade leaf a little bit.

"Eight o'clock in the evening, Chengfeng Mansion." Zhu Kaifeng hung up the phone, "See you soon!"

Ren Chuan glanced at the time. It was already 07:30, and it was too late to go back and change. He asked Meng Chun to drive for him, and brought a 1900 Burgundy with him.

During the peak hours in the evening, the traffic jam was unbearable, Meng Chun simply took a small road, and managed to arrive at the gate of Chengfeng Mansion before eight o'clock. Just when he was about to turn in, there happened to be a Bugatti Veyron next to him, who happened to turn in too. , The fronts of the two cars inevitably bumped into each other, making a loud noise.

"Fuck!" Ren Chuan was very upset, he was the one who entered first, why is that Bugatti Veyron so crazy!

Meng Chun unbuckled his seat belt and was about to get out of the car, "Wait a minute, I'll take care of it."

The driver of the other party also got out of the car, and when they were about to speak, they were all stunned.

Meng Chun: "..."

Zhong Nian: "..."

Meng Chun and Zhong Nian looked at each other, neither knowing what to say.

Ren Chuan heard that there was no movement outside for a long time, and he couldn't see what was going on, so he simply got out of the car.

At the same time, the rear door of the Bugatti Veyron also opened, and one foot stepped out, wearing shiny handmade leather shoes, followed by a man in a Welsh check suit, with neatly shaved hair and trimmed temples Only the green skin was left, and he looked extremely stern, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and the perfume on his body was the classic fragrance of Rome, restrained and luxurious, with a strong smell of clothes and beasts.

Ren Chuan's expression was not good, and he stopped suddenly when he was about to stab him a few words.

Jiang Huan looked at Ren Chuan in front of him, his pupils were trembling, and he couldn't believe his eyes for a moment.

After a long silence, Ren Chuan took a breath and looked at Jiang Huan in disbelief, "You... have come back to life?"

Jiang Huan: "..."

Why is this sentence so familiar?

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Chaochao told you that you can’t be unhappy, Chaochao worked hard every day to stay up late every day, bald and racked his brains to make sand sculptures to make you laugh, why should you be unhappy, you have to be happy, do you hear me?