What He Doesn't Know (Part 1) Sixty-Nine from the CEO's Perspective...

The thirty-first generation.

I returned to China to celebrate my mother's birthday.

My friend showed off his new sports car to me.

We were speeding along the road, one after the other. It was a midsummer afternoon, there were few people on the road and the sun was scorching.

A boy on the roadside was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, holding a basketball, and walking briskly at the junction of sunlight and shadow.

My car passed him by.

He seemed to look at me.

I receive a lot of looks like this every day, nothing special.

Leaving everything behind, a loud bang was heard from afar.

When I got home, there was a news report that there was a car accident on the road I was driving on.

I lowered my eyes and slowly read the entire article.

At the end, there is an inconspicuous line of report.

"There was no fence on the windowsill for drying flowers, and a flowerpot fell and killed a young boy!"

The photos taken at the scene only showed broken flower pots and dirt scattered all over the ground.

The summer azalea in the pot was already close to withering, and when it fell, the wilted bright red petals scattered all over the ground, thrown aside wiltedly. The red on the stems and leaves was hard to tell whether it was flowers or blood.

I frowned.

It's too dangerous.

For new real estate projects, it would be better to install window guardrails on all high-rise buildings for free.

Propaganda can also start from this aspect.

"One more layer of guardrail means one more layer of safety."

…

The thirty-second generation.

I returned to China to attend the launch of a new real estate project.

The new building complex adopted my suggestion and installed guardrails on all high-rise buildings to minimize safety hazards such as falling objects.

Using this as a publicity point and memory point, the launch of a real estate project will have a very good impact.

Some media even claimed that this batch of real estate projects would change the future architectural pattern.

Of course, some of them were bought by me.

But it’s not a bad thing.

After the press conference, I returned home, took the summary of today's news from my secretary, and watched it from the beginning.

At the end, there is a little news.

"Aging wires pose a high risk, a teenager dies tragically at home!"

I gazed at this, and an inspiration slowly came to me.

…

Thirty-third life.

I returned to China to attend a new product launch.

This is a sweeping robot.

What makes it different from common robots on the market is that it has the capability of intelligent detection circuits.

It can effectively judge the age of the circuit and prevent tragedies caused by circuit aging.

These inspections can be done while cleaning the grounds and do not take up the homeowner's time.

Because of its novel functions and the fact that the price has not increased, the product attracted a large number of review bloggers to review it once it was released, making it a small hit.

I was looking through the financial statements when a piece of news popped up.

《Forgot to turn off the pressure cooker? Please be aware of the tragedy caused! 》

…

The forty-sixth generation.

Zombies are rampant.

In a world without order, the greatest danger does not come from zombies, but from humans.

The government was out of control, forces were fighting each other, and the Xuanyuan family became the largest force after the chaos.

In a world without order, I am the order.

The coming of doomsday is like a massive survival of the fittest.

Resources at the base are limited, so priority is given to those with high IQs and skills during rescue operations.

The elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled who have no special talents can neither contribute to the construction of the base nor have a high chance of survival. Therefore, they will be abandoned when there are not enough rescue locations.

Of course, emotions are people’s weak spot and also their armor.

During the rescue, the base allows selected personnel to bring one family member on board.

Such rules make many talents more loyal to the base.

Today, I stood on the city gate and looked down at the convoys coming and going.

This car represents scholars and professors, who can pass on human civilization.

This car carries doctors and nurses. They can rescue the wounded and reduce the mortality rate.

The last car carries the families of these talents.

I saw a scholar and a medical staff running towards the last car and picking up a thin boy.

It seems that this is a family of three.

After they met, they stopped the driver and asked something.

I took one look and then stopped looking.

In the end times, there are always too many things that are not satisfactory.

…

The forty-seventh generation.

My name is Xuanyuan, and I am the young master of the Xuanyuan family.

I have a childhood sweetheart, a fiancée.

We grew up together and have never been apart.

I was told from a young age that she would be my future wife.

Her family is quite powerful and can be of some help to the Xuanyuan family. I have no objection to her being a marriage partner.

When she was a child, she always hated the title of fiancée. But when she was fourteen and began to fall in love, she no longer got furious when she heard the title, but started to blush.

Her attitude towards me began to change.

I know she likes me.

This feeling of liking and admiring is very familiar to me.

This doesn't affect me much.

We're going to get married anyway.

But she started to care whether I would like her.

She held up a promotional media photo and asked me if it was sweet.

I glanced at the photo.

She handed me a piece of chocolate.

This photo seems to be a candid shot, but it is actually to promote the upcoming "Love Chocolate".

Anything that has anything to do with "love" or "same style as xxx" appears to be high-end and expensive.

I don't understand what's sweet about this.

But she was very stubborn about my answer.

As a fiancé, I smiled and responded, "That's sweet, I love it."

"Next year on Chinese Valentine's Day, I'll give you chocolate instead."

I think there is nothing wrong with this answer.

Her smile was slightly stiff, and her pupils were out of focus for a few seconds, as if she was looking at something in the air.

I followed her line of sight and looked over there inconspicuously, but there was nothing.

She returned to normal, mumbling like a little girl, "What a perfunctory response."

I looked at her back thoughtfully.

She seems to be doing this more and more frequently lately.

What secrets does my fiancée have?

A few days later, a major earthquake occurred.

The moment the chandelier above my head shook and fell, she pushed me out.

Her arm was broken by the chandelier, but I was unharmed.

Her eyes were red, but she pretended to be calm and acted coquettishly towards me.

"I'm in so much pain, you have to love me super much, love me forever!"

"certainly."

I made the promise, but my heart was full of doubts.

Does she love me?

It should be love.

If you don't love me, why would you rush over to protect me from disaster?

But if you say it is love, I feel like something is missing.

This feeling is like when I have never seen a pearl before, but someone just gives me a fish eye and says it is a pearl, and I recognize it.

But after seeing the pearl, you can tell at a glance that what you see is a fish eye, not a pearl.

This description makes it seem like the love someone gave me has burned a wound in my heart.

This scar has become my standard for judging whether it is love.

But I clearly have never met anyone except my fiancée.

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The forty-ninth generation.

Spiritual energy is revived and everyone is practicing cultivation.

Xuanyuan Gate was established.

I have excellent immortal bones and excellent comprehension, and I deserve to be the best in the world.

Under my leadership, the Xuanyuan family has integrated spiritual energy with technology, released many new products, and led the entire nation into a new era.

The new product to be released today is a spiritual kinetic robot.

This is another great fusion of technology and spiritual energy.

I stood on the stage and introduced myself, with countless expectant eyes looking at me from below.

I scanned the entire place one by one.

Saw it, a discordant note.

A sleeping person.

He seemed to be separated from the person next to him by a transparent barrier. They were clearly in the same space, but seemed to be in two different worlds.

This is the first person who slept at my press conference.

interesting.

After the press conference, I pushed aside the reporters and walked towards him.

"Hello."

"Can we find a place to talk?"

The moment he looked at me, shock flashed across his eyes.