Chapter 6 Grape Flavor
Behind the secret door of the president's office, several company veterans were whispering -
"There's a traitor? Stop the negotiations?" the elder asked, "Are you talking about us?"
"How dare you!" said the second elder.
"Calm down." The third elder said, "The second young master is not as aggressive as you say."
At the desk, Jian Yuheng looked serious, but in fact he had been dead for a while.
Jian Feng was on high alert and had prepared dozens of responses to possible inquiries, but Jian Yuheng actually asked a question that was out of this world.
Jian Feng took a sip of tea and said in surprise: "Probably not..."
"Just pretend I didn't say anything." In just a few seconds, Jian Yuheng had regained his previous calm and composed demeanor. "Is there something you want to talk to me about?"
Jian Feng: “No…”
"Then I'll be off work first." Jian Yuheng turned around calmly and left the office.
Jian Feng: “?”
"What?" The elder was confused. "Didn't he invite us?"
The second elder: "I specially prepared a 10,000-word article, practiced it more than ten times, and managed a glaring expression to refute his point of view, and he just overthrew me like that?"
"He's not wrong." The third elder said, "If you love acting so much, just give up and do it."
"That's enough." Jian Feng slammed the table. "Stop arguing. The second brother's management method is fierce and popular, but some things are indeed in line with the times. Don't always target him. He and I are both my father's sons. He originally had a share in this company."
"Come to think of it," Jian Feng said, "it's time to schedule the family dinner this weekend."
"Secretary Song." Jian Feng made a phone call, "Go and do it."
-
Secretary Song didn't understand what to do.
The next day, he picked a restaurant that was close to home and his favorite, printed out an invitation, and prepared to send it to Jian Yuheng.
[Do you want to prepare some coins? If Jian Yuheng attacks you, we will roll back? ]
"No need." Song Ruochen said, "You want to exchange my ultimate for a mere basic attack?"
【District~District~Level~A~】
"Speak nicely," Song Ruochen said, "Don't show off your vibrato."
[Why is there a tremor in the system? You are the one shaking it. ]
Song Ruochen: “…”
Just kidding, who isn’t afraid of villains?
He remembered that in the original book, at a swimming pool party, Secretary Song offended Jian Yuheng with his words and was strangled by the neck and pushed into the swimming pool.
"Pushing someone into the swimming pool." Song Ruochen said, "This is really a villain's behavior."
While chatting with the system, he knocked on Jian Yuheng's office door.
The door creaked open, and the entrance was empty.
Song Ruochen tilted his head and thought for a few seconds, then opened the internal app of the Xiaoshi Group——
Jian Yuheng (on leave)
Gong Huo (on leave)
Reason for leave: Melting of Antarctic glaciers (any similarity is purely coincidental)
Song Ruochen: “?”
He used his secretary's privileges to retrieve Jian Yuheng's WeChat account on the information page and sent him a friend request.
The other party seemed to be busy and did not approve his request.
He checked the other person's information page and saw that his age was 24, so he changed it.
Song Ruochen returned to his office, opened the employee database, and changed Jian Yuheng's age. The information in the employee database was quite rich, and Song Ruochen scanned it several times.
Jian Yuheng is 193cm tall, very tall.
My hobbies are swimming and wood carving.
It’s just normal.
【What can you do? 】
System asked.
"I can do sand sculptures." Song Ruochen said.
He exited Jian Yuheng's data card and opened his own.
"It's time to get to know yourself." Song Ruochen said, "I really am... as pure as a blank sheet of paper."
Secretary Song's data card was blank, with only one line of small words on the page:
Physical examination information to be uploaded
【Why not take some time to get a physical examination? 】
System suggestions.
【Just check what your pheromones are. 】
"Secretary Song." The office's internal phone rang. "Go downstairs to meet the client."
"Here I am." said Song Ruochen.
-
A meditation room in the suburbs.
The Zen master lit incense and the room was simple and elegant.
"Calm your mind and concentrate," the master said. "Focus your attention on your fingertips and you will be able to carve the flower of your soul."
Jian Yuheng washed his hands, the soothing scent of sandalwood lingering around him. He picked up the knife and carved floral patterns on the wood in his hand.
The dead tree bloomed, the incense burned, and Jian Yuheng's heart calmed down a little.
“Wood carving, carving the wood, also carving the heart,” said the Zen master.
ding dong.
The figurative wood carving in Jian Yuheng's hand turned back into wood.
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Jian Yuheng: “…………”
"Concentrate," said the master.
The knife turned half a circle in Jian Yuheng's hand, and the blade skillfully touched the wood.
The sawdust fell to the ground, and the dead tree bloomed again.
ding dong.
Jian Yuheng: “:)”
The master took a sip of tea and said, "Concentrate."
"Only when you are slow in heart and steady in hands can you make wood..." The master spit a mouthful of tea, "Hey, benefactor, benefactor, are you sharpening your pencil?"
-
At Xiaoshi Group, Song Ruochen politely raised his hand and invited Jian Feng, the protagonist of the original book, into the meeting room.
"Mr. Jian," Song Ruochen said, "the customer is waiting for you."
"Okay." Jian Feng said, "Well done, Secretary Song."
"You're too polite." Song Ruochen said, "Just increase the salary by 20,000, no need to increase that much."
Jian Feng: “?”
Outside the conference room, employees were full of praise.
"It was a textbook reception," the employee said. "Secretary Song did a great job."
"I don't deserve it." Song Ruochen said.
【I really don’t deserve it.】
[If you pick up the wrong customer once, you will show off your tea art by hitting the teacup on the customer's head once.]
【Luckily I am here to protect Secretary Song’s reputation.】
"Fat Tiger." Song Ruochen asked, "How many return coins do we have left?"
【30 seconds left.】
The two coin-making machines, the top and the bottom, were each busy with work these two days and couldn't meet each other. Their relationship value didn't change at all, and Song Ruochen didn't make any money either.
"Then I have to spend more sparingly." Song Ruochen said, "I want to quit for one day."
-
In the suburbs, Jian Yuheng came out of the meditation room carrying a wooden stick.
"Congratulations, Boss." Gong Huo, who was drinking tea in the yard, came over and said, "You have carved another...abstract work."
The corner of Jian Yuheng's mouth twitched slightly, he weighed the wooden stick in his hand, and threw it out.
Gong Huo took the stick and when he turned around, Jian Yuheng was already heading towards the parking lot.
Gong Huo looked at the stick in his hand, then at the car.
Okay, then find a box to put it in and send it to the second young master's house as a display.
The car sped away, raising a cloud of dust. Jian Yuheng looked out the window calmly.
"I'm going to take two more days off." Jian Yuheng stroked the watch dial on his left hand.
Instead of passively accepting it, it is better to actively judge. He wants to watch and see what is going on.
-
"To keep an eagle awake is to keep it awake in an unethical way."
Animal World was playing on the TV in the living room.
Song Ruochen held his phone and selected a medical examination package for himself. The medical examination items in this ABO world were quite complicated. He couldn't figure it out and was afraid of missing something, so he had to poke Yan Ci out on WeChat.
[Song Ruochen]: 0.o, Madam, take a look, which one is better?
[Yan Ci]: o.0, Package 1 or Package 5, I think both are good, and they come with a matching test.
[Song Ruochen]: Let’s go for the set meal of 5, which comes with breakfast.
Song Ruochen quickly ordered the medical examination package and scheduled it for the day after tomorrow.
[Yan Ci]: QQ
[Song Ruochen]: Madam, are you still awake?
[Yan Ci]: I was scolded by my brother again. He came to my live broadcast room to scold me.
[Song Ruochen]: Curse back.
[Yan Ci]: Kind words make good connections.
[Song Ruochen]: It feels so good to speak bad words.
[Yan Ci]: …
[Yan Ci]: Okay.
[Song Ruochen]: Go to sleep, madam. I want to sleep too.
"The eagle stayed awake all night, and never closed an eye during the day..." The TV was still playing.
Song Ruochen turned off the TV and fell asleep.
-
A day later, a car was parked at the city center hospital, and its logo attracted the attention of countless passers-by.
The assistant opened the car door, and Jian Yuheng, dressed in a suit and tie, got out of the car. He raised his hand to straighten his tie, and his aura was very low.
The alpha's gloomy eyes and cold expression startled the receptionist.
"Hello," the receptionist asked, "Let me check, are you registering for... the Department of Psychology?"
"Yeah." Jian Yuheng, who hadn't slept all night, said briefly.
"Turn right on the third floor," the receptionist said, "It's next to the medical examination center."
At the stairs on the third floor, Song Ruochen was holding his physical examination report and chatting with the system.
"I taste like grapes," he said. "It's OK."
Yan Ci’s flavor is red dates, and the protagonist Jian Feng’s flavor is coix seed.
"Tong," he asked, "What do you think Jian Yuheng smells like? It doesn't seem to be written in the book."
The window in the corridor was open, and a gust of wind blew, and the medical examination report in his hand flew out.
"Hey!" Song Ruochen jumped down, "Come back to me!"
He bumped into a strong chest and almost felt dizzy.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"You're holding me pretty tight." the other person mocked.
This sound? Song Ruochen stepped back.
Why is the villain here?
Jian Yuheng held his physical examination report in his hand, his eyes lightly passing across his cheek.
"Please give it back to me." Song Ruochen said.
"Secretary Song." Jian Yuheng withdrew his gaze from the physical examination report, and the corners of his mouth curved up, "Your body fat percentage is too low."
"It's none of your business." Song Ruochen raised his hand and grabbed his physical examination report.
Jian Yuheng's bad mood after a whole day suddenly disappeared. He stared at the omega Cang Huang's departing back, and the stagnant aura around him also dissipated a little.
He walked into the psychiatrist's office refreshed.
"Hello, Mr. Jian," the doctor said. "What's wrong with you?"
The things that happened recently were indeed a bit outrageous, and Jian Yuheng was hesitant to speak.
"It's all right, Mr. Jane," the doctor said. "Don't be embarrassed. I'll listen carefully."
Outside the hospital, at the bus stop.
A bus is starting.
"Stop, stop right there!" Song Ruochen chased him wildly.
The public car drove away in a cloud of dust, releasing a large amount of exhaust gas.
Song Ruochen was panting like a dog.
"Run, I let you run." Song Ruochen said, "Rewind 15 seconds! Lower your noble head!"
In the clinic, Jian Yuheng hesitantly but quickly recounted his outrageous "encounter".
Okay, now that it’s out, Jian Yuheng feels better and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Jian." The doctor in front of him smiled, "Hello, where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Jian Yuheng: “…”
Jian Yuheng: “…………”