Chapter 27:
In the interview room, Assistant Gong, who had no stock, was still racking his brains to ask——
"If you have a colleague who chooses restaurants close to his home, does the easiest job, and leaves work an hour early every day to prepare himself mentally before lunch," Assistant Gong said, "what would you do with him?"
Ling Xing was sweating.
It is indeed difficult to enter the Xiaoshi Group. What kind of problem is this?
Song Ruochen laughed: "Of course he is regarded as his ancestor, which is a great filial piety."
Ding dong.
Song Ruochen said loudly: "Assistant Gong, please ask a question related to the interview."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
"Assistant Song... Gong." Jian Yuheng said, "Go outside and check the time. The wall clock may be... broken."
Assistant Gong suddenly realized what was going on and went to the interview preparation room to get everyone's watches and cell phones.
Song Ruochen stopped twisting his body. He raised his head and looked at Jian Yuheng with admiration and gratitude, and he even smiled slightly.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
He had seen Song Ruochen pretending to be calm and indifferent, and he had also seen him laugh like a villain when he was making trouble during his return to the series, but this kind of just the right amount of peaceful smile was the first time he had seen it.
It's just... pretty good looking.
"Second Master." Assistant Gong came back happily, "The clock has broken. It's past time. You can leave work now."
Song Ruochen: “：D”
"Secretary Song, your cell phone." Gong Huo handed it over. "What a childish cat ear cell phone case."
"Thank you." Song Ruochen said, "You are quite anthropomorphic today."
Assistant Gong: “?”
The cat-ear phone case was bought on jujube, and Song Ruochen quite likes it.
After all, with the case, he no longer has to put his phone back in storage every time he drops it.
"Today's interview ends here." Assistant Gong said, "Everyone go back and wait for notification."
The interviewees stood up one after another, formed a circle, and poked Ling Xing who was still sitting.
"We don't find a brain in this body," one person said.
Ling Xing: “…”
In the previous life, he committed murder and arson, and in this life, he is facing a fierce battle.
What are you asking?
"Second Young Master." Song Ruochen stood up. "Then I'm off work. Please credit me with overtime pay."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
The messy secretary does nothing but empty work all day long. All he wants is the boss's hard-earned money and he squeezes out the boss's surplus value.
Little Grape, you are leaving without any reward.
Jian Yuheng rolled his eyes slightly and waved his hand: "Go ahead."
Out of sight, out of mind.
Song Ruochen bought himself a grape-flavored yogurt and took the subway home. On the way, Meng Yumian sent a message -
[Meng Yumian]: Secretary Song, I just received a call from Gong Zuo, and he said they have completed the layout of the venue.
[Meng Yumian]: College students are so efficient.
[Song Ruochen]: Very good, I will take a rest tomorrow and go to the exhibition to accompany you later.
[Meng Yumian]: It's okay if you don't accompany me. Secretary Song is free and I feel very relieved.
"Oh my god, system, I'm so awesome." Song Ruochen said, "Under my cultivation, Master Meng has become independent enough to go to an exhibition alone."
[Very good.]
【Grapes make people constantly strive for self-improvement.】
"But we still have to work hard these two days." Song Ruochen said, "I remember there is a plot here, right?"
【some!】
[Some people from the newspaper company went to the exhibition site in the middle of the night to throw paint. In addition, there will be a few troublemakers at the exhibition site tomorrow.]
[After the exhibition venue was destroyed, Meng Yumian went to Jian Feng's house in a state of despair, crying bitterly, and was so angry that he got on a submarine and traveled 20,000 miles on the seabed.]
[Secretary Song drives a submarine...]
Song Ruochen: “…”
Is there anything in this world that Secretary Song doesn't know how to prescribe?
"This time it's dates." Song Ruochen said, "The dates have turned into seaweed."
"Got it." Song Ruochen said, "I'll ask Mao Guai to go and keep an eye on it at midnight today."
【I'll set an alarm for you~】
Song Ruochen walked out of the subway station and bought himself a bag of marshmallows at a convenience store.
"The sand dollar I just used is too hard to use," he said. "Everyone, give me some of your own money."
【Eyes move.jpg】
[I'll add a new feature for you, but few people like to use this feature. ]
"What?" Song Ruochen asked.
[When we rewind before, it was always a bang, and we immediately returned to a certain point in time. I will upgrade your rewind privileges, and we can slowly rewind to the rewind point. ]
[But you cannot interfere with the reverse playback process, you can only watch. ]
"It's interesting. I can use it to ride a roller coaster. It's exciting both ways." Song Ruochen said, "Let's try it first."
-
Xiaoshi Group, President's Office.
"The quality of the anchors selected by the media department this time is not high, so only two people were kept." Jian Yuheng put the documents on Jian Feng's desk.
"What are these?" Jian Yuheng pointed at the pile of documents on the corner of the table.
"It's work for Secretary Song." Jian Feng said, "I've been quite busy lately."
Jian Yuheng: “?”
So much?
"Reduce it a bit." Jian Yuheng said, "Otherwise I will have to assign a lot of work to Secretary Song."
His brother: “…Ah?”
His brother Jian Feng sat in a chair, with question marks popping up one after another in his mind.
Jian Feng didn't understand it, but he still moved half of the work documents into his own pile.
"That's about right." said Jian Yuheng.
The cell phone rang and Jian Yuheng picked it up.
"When you go home this weekend, why don't you go to the store and pick up my new bag and shoes?" his mother said.
"Okay, Mom." said Jian Yuheng.
"Bring me another piece of cake from the shop near your company," said Mom.
Jian Yuheng: "Okay, Mom."
The call was disconnected.
Jian Feng looked around and saw a box of cookies and a basket of fruit on the table. It seemed that Yan Ci had brought them to Secretary Song.
By this point, Secretary Song should have already run away.
Then let him use Secretary Song's rations to entertain his brother.
"Brother," Jian Feng said, "do you want an apple?"
The packaging showed that Yan Ci bought some snacks for Song Ruochen. Jian Yuheng suddenly felt resentful and wanted to eat Song Ruochen's fruit.
If you love eating so much, you would be furious if you saw one apple was missing, right?
Jian Yuheng was a little curious about the furious Song Ruochen's expression.
Jian Yuheng raised his hand and was about to take——
Ding.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
Dang...ding?
Why are the notification sounds so weird lately? There's not even an instruction manual.
Then his apple was gone, and his brother grabbed the apple, put it back in the basket, and sealed the package.
Jian Feng: "? Apple eating brother?"
Jian Yuheng: “…”
How come we have a complete process today?
His hands rose uncontrollably, returning to the time when he made the phone call. He heard himself say, "Hello, Mom."
Jian Yuheng: “:)”
There's something wrong with that.
-
In the evening, Song Ruochen bought some vegetables, cooked some vegetable soup for himself, and took a sip.
Song Ruochen: “…”
Ding dong.
The vegetable soup turned back into vegetables, and the ingredients were not wasted. He made himself some stir-fried seasonal vegetables.
[Little Grape, could it be that you are the legendary genius? ]
"Thank you for the award." Song Ruochen said.
As soon as he sat down at the dining table, his cell phone rang with a message from the app "Ah~".
He had not had much work to do these days and even forgot to greet his leader.
[Leader]: Yizi, what are you doing?
Song Ruochen was confused for a second and replied.
[Office Animal]: Cooking.
[Leader]: Can you also cook?
[社生]：Father, which part of my profile picture, ID and signature makes you think that I can't cook?
[Leader]:
[Leader]: Have you encountered any setbacks in your work or life recently?
[Corporate Animal]: When a leader speaks, he really acts like a leader.
[Office Animal]: I've been quite free lately, so I just cooked some unpalatable soup.
[Corporate Animal]: But I don't need to drink it now.
[Leader]:
The message stopped here and Song Ruochen blinked in confusion.
Does the leader want to discuss work with him?
The messages from that end stopped coming, and Song Ruochen clicked on the message from Yan Ci again.
[Yan Ci]: When I went to the company today, I brought you a box of cookies and a fruit basket, both delicious. 0.0*
[Yan Ci]: I waited outside the interview room for a while, but you didn't come out, so I let you go to Jian Feng's office. It's all yours, you can eat it tomorrow.
[Song Ruochen]: Okay.
Dates are really good. They have become all his snacks recently.
[Yan Ci]: Playing games?
[Song Ruochen]: Good.
He and Yan Ci played until one in the morning. Just as they were about to start another round, a sleepy voice came from the other end of the line:
"Yan Ci, aren't you going to sleep yet?" Jian Feng asked.
"Right away, right away." Yan Ci said.
"You were on the horse two hours ago..." Jian Feng said.
"Madam, go to bed." Song Ruochen said seriously, "Good night."
I forgot, how can I take up the precious evening time of dates and barley.
"Then I'll ask you to play again tomorrow night." Yan Ci said, "You should go to bed too."
Song Ruochen didn't want to sleep because he had to work the night shift. Something big was going to happen tonight and he had to deal with it.
-
In the center of the city, at the entrance of the exhibition hall.
A 2D little black man appeared quietly. He grinned towards the moonlight and showed the spray paint in his hand.
He is an unemployed vagrant with no emotions and no money.
As a member of the alliance of those who hate the rich, he had been burning with hatred for the rich ever since he heard that the wealthy young master of the Meng family was going to hold an exhibition at the art museum.
Tonight, he will put some paint on the layout of the exhibition hall in advance to let the young master feel the taste of frustration.
The little black man reached out and swiftly climbed over the wall, breaking into the well-decorated exhibition hall on the east side. He waved his hand and a large area of white paint splashed out.
The little black man gave an evil smile.
He turned on the screen of his mobile phone, shone it at the decorative wall, and admired his own achievements.
Little black man: "Oh my god!"
The entire wall was covered in a mess of colorful spray paint, which was chaotic and a bit messy. In comparison, the white paint he had just splashed seemed so pure and clean.
"Snap", someone snapped his fingers.
The lights in the exhibition hall were on full blast.
"Young Master Meng, please come this way." A pleasant voice sounded.
Song Ruochen pushed Meng Yumian into the exhibition hall, followed by a row of alpha security guards, surrounding the little black man in the center.
"Ahem... Secretary Song, you are so good at predicting things." Meng Yumian said angrily, "Someone really came to cause trouble and has already ruined the walls of the exhibition like this."
Little black man: “…”
Song Ruochen: “…”
OMG.
He checked his phone and saw that the college student Gong Zuo had sent him a picture message in the afternoon.
[Co-creation]: Since there was no template, we had some freedom in the wall design. The final design style is more in line with the popular furry monster image of Mr. Meng.
[Gongzuo]: This is our fantasy jungle wall. I hope it can add some practical points.
College students are indeed cheap but unreliable.
"Come here," Meng Yumian said to the alpha bodyguards, "Catch him for me."
"Wait a moment." Song Ruochen grabbed the black boy as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, "Stop."
This bad guy arrived just in time.
"To make up for your mistake, I'll paint the entire wall white and save your life." Song Ruochen said viciously.
Little black man: “No…”
Song Ruochen covered his mouth.
Little black man: "I will..."
Song Ruochen covered his mouth again and pointed at the alpha bodyguards around him.
"I'll brush, I'll brush." said the little black man.
"Keep an eye on him." Meng Yumian said, "If he doesn't finish brushing tonight, he will be in trouble."
"Let's go, Master Meng," Song Ruochen said, "The culprit has been punished, and it's time for us to rest."
Only the little black man was left standing silently in the exhibition hall, filling in the huge hole poked by the college student and Secretary Song.
-
At daybreak, a little white man smelling of paint left tiredly, leaving behind the bright and clean exhibition hall.
"I'm confident that Secretary Song will take care of it," Meng Yumian said. "We don't have to spend a penny to have a clean exhibition hall."
"Very good." said Song Ruochen who was sitting in a wheelchair.
"Thank you Secretary Song for protecting me from the storm this time." Meng Yumian said gratefully.
Fengyu went to bed late and was not in good spirits at the moment. He was sitting in Meng Yumian's wheelchair, dozing off with his head in his hands.
"The exhibition is about to begin. I..." Meng Yumian looked at her feet, "I'll push Secretary Song to take a rest."
Secretary Song: "Hmm Zzzzz."
Meng Yumian pushed the wheelchair towards the rest area. The warm sunlight shone through the window onto the omega's clean and beautiful profile. Song Ruochen was sleeping soundly.
Meng Yumian stamped his feet on the ground, covered Song Ruochen with a blanket, his eyes gradually became firm, and he walked upright to receive the visitors.
-
Ten o'clock in the morning, Xiaoshi Group.
Jian Feng held a cup of coffee and stared at the computer screen in a daze.
"This is the proposed invitation list for the new batch of cooperating anchors." Jian Yuheng put the document on the table and asked his brother, "What are you looking at?"
Jian Feng tilted the screen, and Jian Yuheng took a glance and saw that it was Meng Yumian's painting exhibition.
Young Master Meng pushed Song Ruochen and stood in the crowd, explaining his paintings.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
Jian Yuheng: “Pfft.”
This grape not only optimizes leadership, it optimizes everyone indiscriminately.
However, why does the secretary look so sleepy? What did you do last night? Didn't you cook at home as promised?
Jian Feng: “?”
Jian Feng: "What's wrong, brother? You're almost stepping on me and making my feet flat."
"I'm fine." Jian Yuheng moved his feet.
In the live video, two troublemakers broke into the exhibition hall and loudly commented on the paintings in the exhibition hall.
"I don't understand." The man said, "These lines are called masterpieces? Anyone can hold a comic exhibition now."
The sound was quite loud and many visitors turned their heads away.
Meng Yumian opened her mouth but no words came out. Jian Feng outside the screen picked up his phone, ready to ask about the situation.
"I understand." Song Ruochen, who was sitting next to him, said lazily, "After all, the less you know, the stronger your desire to express yourself."
Jian Feng: “…”
"It seems that Secretary Song takes good care of Meng Yumian." Jian Feng said.
Jian Yuheng: “Oh.”
The secretary has been causing trouble for others recently, and his brother is gradually becoming cheerful and smiling again.
"Give me an apple." Jian Yuheng stretched out his hand.
Jian Feng was stunned: "Didn't you say yesterday that you didn't want to eat anymore?"
"I need to eat." Jian Yuheng said.
Since he didn’t get to eat it yesterday, he really wanted to take a bite of Song Ruochen’s apple today.
"Here you go." Jian Feng took out the apple and handed it to Jian Yuheng.
Ding.
The apple in his hand was taken away again, and Jian Feng put the apple back into the basket.
"You give it." Jian Feng said.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
dish
-
[You have used a function that no one else uses. 】
In the park downstairs of Xiaoshi Group, Song Ruochen stood on the kid's skateboard and rode himself upside down.
"It's fun." Song Ruochen said, "It's painless to learn how to skateboard backwards."
【Go to work.】
【We went to get the snacks given by Dazao. 】
Everyone walked towards the office building. Song Ruochen took the elevator upstairs and stopped at the door of Jian Feng's office.
"Mr. Jian." Song Ruochen knocked on the door, "I'm here to get my apple..."
Jian Yuheng sat at his desk, holding a half-eaten apple in his hand.
Jian Yuheng raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Secretary Song, I ate one of your apples, do you mind?"
Two seconds later, Song Ruochen shook his head gently: "No..."
It's just an apple, not that serious.
Outside the office, Gong Huo and his colleagues were chatting——
"I heard that Secretary Song often spoke rudely to the Second Young Master." A colleague standing at the same place said, "Secretary Song is indeed too much. Did the Second Young Master punish him properly?"
"Yes." Gong Huo said, "Please believe the Second Young Master. With his ability and character, he will not let Song Ruochen off easily. As long as he has time, the Second Young Master will teach him a lesson."
Assistant Gong pushed open the office door: "Second Young Master..."
The second young master was holding a half-eaten apple and showed it to Song Ruochen: "I ate your apple."
colleague:"……"
Assistant Gong: “…”
What a harsh lesson.
"It's up to you." Song Ruochen said with a cold face, picked up the fruit basket and left.
The corners of Jian Yuheng's mouth raised higher, and the sweetness of the apple in his hand seemed to double.
"Second Master," Assistant Gong said, "Mervy's President Jin invites you to a dinner tonight."
"I turned it down." Jian Yuheng said, "My elder brother asked me to go to the bar tonight."
"Yes." Assistant Gong said, "Here are two documents that need your review."
-
Song Ruochen stayed in his office for two hours, played with his mobile phone in the conference room for two hours, and then inspected several departments. Then he yawned and clocked out.
【It takes 3 hours for the coin to be transferred back to the account, and the number of transfers per day is 15. 】
"Meng Yumian's line dropped quite a lot." Song Ruochen said, "It was worth it for me to stay up late last night."
"I'm so sleepy." Song Ruochen half closed his eyes, "I must go to bed early tonight."
Boom! He bumped into someone.
"Second Young Master, are you not leaving after get off work and are you standing here as a roadblock?" Song Ruochen asked.
Jian Yuheng: “.”
Jian Yuheng stood there for two seconds, but Dingdang didn't come.
Very good, this is a clear insult, the secretary will not withdraw it.
It’s just an apple, is Song Ruochen angry?
It's kind of fun.
"The Second Young Master hasn't finished get off work yet." Jian Yuheng said, "But Secretary Song is leaving at 4:30?"
Song Ruochen pressed the elevator button, and Jian Yuheng, who hadn't taken the elevator for a long time, followed him in.
The elevator slowly descended, and there were only two of them in the space.
Jian Yuheng was smiling happily when Song Ruochen suddenly turned around and pushed him hard. Jian Yuheng took a step back and his back hit the wall of the elevator lightly.
Song Ruochen poked his cheek with his finger: "Jian Yujie, are you shameless? Why did you steal the secretary's apple?"
ding dong.
Song Ruochen pushed Jian Yuheng and quickly put his hand on Jian Yuheng's chest: "Are apples used to grow abdominal muscles?"
Jian Yuheng: “…”
ding dong.
The enclosed space fostered his courage. Song Ruochen continued to attack the villain. He poked the alpha's neck and asked, "Do you alphas have glands?"
Jian Yuheng: "Song Ruochen!"
ding dong.
Song Ruochen pulled his hair.
"That's all." Song Ruochen said, "Give me back the big apple."
ding dong.
Song Ruochen walked out of the elevator indifferently and nodded to Jian who happened to pass by.
"Are you off work?" Jian Feng asked.
Song Ruochen nodded: "Yeah."
Secretary Song walked away proudly.
Jian Feng looked into the elevator and said, "Brother? Aren't you coming out? Let's go have a drink together, brothers?"
Jian Yuheng: “…Ding-dong.”
Jian Feng: “?”
-
With the experience of playing golf together last time, the two brothers got along more naturally.
Jian Yuheng and Jian Feng had a few drinks and talked about work, and both of them felt enlightened.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Jian Yuheng received a call, and when he came back, Jian Feng was just about to leave.
"Shall I ask Secretary Song to come over and drive us?" Jian Feng prepared to make a call.
"No need." Jian Yuheng said, "I'll just walk. You can walk too. It's a low-carbon way to travel and very environmentally friendly."
Jian Feng: “…Okay.”
"You go first, brother." Jian Feng checked his phone and said, "I have a call."
It only takes 40 minutes to walk from the bar to home. Jian Yuheng walked along the way, looking at the scenery along the road. On weekdays, he would just pass by in a hurry, but this walk was quite interesting.
Today, he managed to make Song Ruochen very funny, which made him feel good and he worked more efficiently.
After arriving home, Jian Yuheng wrote a report and transplanted a mimosa with his own hands in just half an hour. Okay, it's almost done, time to take a bath.
At the same time, Song Ruochen's house.
Song Ruochen: “Zzzz”
【Alarm, alarm.】
[Da Zao had just had an argument with Jian Feng and was packing his luggage to go to the equator.]
[Please repair the relationship between the protagonist and the top, otherwise please look for someone along the equator. 】
Song Ruochen: “z…?”
What's happening?
[It seems that in the bar, Green Tea pestered Jian Feng, and Jian Feng did not explain it well. ]
Song Ruochen made a prompt decision: "I'll rush over when they're at the bar."
[The event was expected to happen 90 minutes ago, so be prepared to retrace 90 minutes. ]
[Does it arrive directly or in reverse? ]
"Let's put it in reverse." Song Ruochen said, "I'll sleep until the beginning and then go out."
[Ding Dang, we are rewinding the video for you. Please lie down and enjoy the rewinding process that you cannot interfere with.]
Jian Yuheng's Home——
Ding.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
He watched himself walk back to the window, dig out the mimosa one shovel at a time, and throw it back into the original pot.
Jian Yuheng: “No!!”
He returned to his computer and deleted the report word by word.
Jian Yuheng: “Nono!!”
He walked out the door, getting farther and farther away from home, embarking on the interesting path home... oh no, now it's the way to leave home.
Jian Yuheng: “:)”
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