Chapter 784 Chen Yansen: Did you install surveillance cameras in my house? Everyone's scrambling for them, just in different ways!
At dawn the next day, the sun rose weakly and listlessly into the sky, spreading a patch of light.
Chen Yansen sat in his study on the second floor and looked out the window.
The gray sky was beginning to lighten, and the streetlights in the distance were still casting a faint glow.
The ground was covered with a thin layer of snow. Unlike previous years, the snow in Shenyang this year was light and short-lived, and it didn't even completely cover the grass.
A soft snoring sound came from downstairs; it was Old Chen, who lived on the first floor.
When he came in at 11 p.m. last night, Old Chen was playing the guitar. When he saw him come back, his face showed obvious joy.
To this, Chen Yansen can only say "Serves him right!"
He's not old at over forty. Wouldn't it be better to find him an eighteen-year-old stepmother?
They have to make themselves look like a "lost elderly person".
Thinking about this, Chen Yansen even considered taking Old Chen to the hospital for a checkup to see if it was a case of "use it or lose it" and that his little brother had fallen into disrepair over the years.
After scrolling through Mimo for a while, he picked up a down jacket, put it on, and went straight out the door.
"boss!"
Across from Old Chen's villa, two groups of security personnel from Fengjun are stationed year-round, working in shifts 24 hours a day.
To avoid encountering someone short of money who might kidnap Old Chen.
As soon as the security personnel saw him, they quickly stepped forward to greet him and then followed behind him in an unspoken agreement.
Chen Yansen strolled slowly along the moat. Many of the former wastelands in the outer city have now been turned into construction areas.
Orange Construction, Orange Entertainment, and Chun Shen Central Office are working together to advance the demolition work in the old city area.
Chen Guobin originally wanted to keep his bookstore, but unexpectedly, his eldest son's property was included in the demolition area. Helpless, he had to move to the entrance of the new campus of Chun Shen No. 2 Middle School and reopen the bookstore.
When this person got busy, his complexion was much better than when Chen Yansen came back last time.
The initial plan for the tourism renovation of Chun Shen is to rebuild all four main streets into antique-style buildings and relocate all residents of the inner city to the outer city.
Those who really do not want to relocate can choose to rebuild on the original site, but the architectural style must be uniformly controlled by Orange Interactive Entertainment.
Once the project is completed, the area inside the city walls will become a large-scale ancient city amusement park.
Staff members are dressed in ancient costumes, and copper coins and silver notes can be used for purchases within the inner city. Tourists can also change into ancient costumes and immerse themselves in the ancient atmosphere.
In addition, Orange Interactive Entertainment can also film short dramas and movies here, promote Chun Shen and attract traffic. After forming a virtuous cycle, profitability will naturally follow.
In fact, there are many ancient towns in China, and they are gradually becoming more and more similar as commercialization deepens.
If Chun Shen wants to stand out, it must offer distinctive cuisine, attractions, and landscapes.
Fortunately, Chun Shen has no shortage of such things, but it lacks the ability to promote itself to the outside world, which is precisely the strength of Senlian Group.
Of course, Chen Yansen also had his own selfish reasons. At that time, the hotels, restaurants and all staff in the city would be incorporated into Orange Interactive Entertainment's employee system, creating a humanitarian legacy for him.
It was 5:40 a.m., and there were only two sanitation workers sweeping the streets on the side of the road, wearing orange uniforms that read "Orange Sanitation Service Company".
The cost standard set by the Chun Shen Central Bureau for the sanitation module was 3,000 yuan per person per month. Chen Yansen did not intend to make money from this business and used almost all the funds allocated by the Central Bureau on sanitation workers.
After deducting a small amount of social security expenses, most of the funds are directly distributed to them.
Although the monthly income of more than 2,000 yuan is still meager, it is much better than before.
As a result, Orange Sanitation Service Company has offended many people.
If it weren't for Chen Yansen and Senlian Group backing them up, it's hard to say whether they could even operate the branch smoothly, let alone win the project bid.
As the saying goes, "It's easier to deal with the King of Hell than with his underlings." Even a powerful company like Senlian Group only secured half of the sanitation contracting business in Huian, with most of the remaining areas firmly controlled by local "local tyrants."
Unless Chen Yansen is willing to make concessions and bring related industries in exchange for benefits, it is possible to break the deadlock, but doing so would only be counterproductive.
Therefore, Chen Yansen was not in a hurry and planned to proceed slowly.
Once Senlian Group's influence reaches a new level, it will then expand its sanitation business to surrounding cities.
On the left side of the intersection near Tongfei Gate, there is an orange supermarket.
The signboard and exterior decoration are very new, clearly indicating that it is a newly opened store.
Not long after, Chen Yansen entered the city.
After walking only a few steps, a rich aroma of beef broth wafted into my nostrils.
Chunshen is an old city with a large elderly population and a small number of young people.
The people here are light sleepers, and they get up early in the morning to exercise and have breakfast.
It's either oil tea with scallion pancakes or beef soup with xiaolongbao, mainly featuring a combination of carbohydrates and fats.
But there was no other way, because Chunshen is a major agricultural county. The ancestors made a living by physical labor. If they didn't have enough to eat, they wouldn't have the strength to work. Perhaps this preference for high-calorie breakfasts has long been ingrained in their genes.
Chen Yansen didn't stop and continued walking. After crossing the intersection, he finally found his favorite wonton shop from high school.
He pushed open the door and went in, ordering a bowl of knife-cut noodles, two ounces of potstickers, and a serving of scallion oil noodles.
As soon as the boss saw Chen Yansen, he immediately started to enthusiastically offer to treat everyone to a meal.
His youngest daughter works at a customer service center outside the city. She works an eight-hour day and earns a monthly salary of over four thousand yuan, plus weekends off.
Although this job wasn't as good as being a civil servant, it was almost the same, so the boss was naturally very grateful to Chen Yansen.
"I definitely won't pay next time."
Chen Yansen smiled and politely declined his boss's offer.
He chose an empty table and sat down. There were several other tables of customers around him, all locals who had finished their morning exercise. They were mostly in their fifties or sixties, with the oldest not exceeding seventy.
In the corner, there was an old man carrying a birdcage, engrossed in eating wontons.
"Chen Yansen?"
Just then, a clear and sweet voice suddenly rang out.
Chen Yansen chuckled and slowly raised his head: "You installed surveillance cameras in my house?"
"I'm not a pervert."
Wang Ziyan rolled her eyes at him, her tone carrying a hint of coquettish dissatisfaction.
As she spoke, she strode over, pulled over a small stool, and sat down opposite her.
Chen Yansen looked her up and down. She was wearing a red "Michelin" style down jacket, which was simple in style, but she wore it with a strong sense of fashion and youth.
A fine layer of sweat clung to the fair skin exposed at the neckline.
"Running in this cold weather?" Chen Yansen joked.
“I didn’t have the habit of exercising before, but I’ve been exercising more often at Senlian Science and Technology Park recently. But running on the city wall is completely different from running on a treadmill.”
Wang Ziyan replied with a smile.
"Has your internship salary arrived?" Chen Yansen asked again.
"Yes, what's wrong?" Wang Ziyan was stunned for a moment, not realizing the purpose of his sudden question.
"Boss, she'll be settling the bill in a bit."
Chen Yansen raised his neck and shouted at the wonton shop owner.
Wang Ziyan opened her mouth, as if to refute something, but in the end she swallowed her words back.
She got up, went to the door to order, sat back down, and looked at Chen Yansen, asking, "When are you coming to my house? My mom heard you were back last night and went to buy groceries early this morning."
Chen Yansen thought for a moment and replied, "Then let's have lunch. Tell Uncle Wang that I'll bring Old Chen along too."
He didn't have many social engagements in Chun Shen. He planned to have a meal at Wang Zihao's house and Meng Jie's house, and then talk to Tang Lixin about the inner city renovation plan.
Moreover, he had to return to Luzhou on the first day of the Lunar New Year. The T1 generation of super rice plants were about to mature, and he had to go back personally to screen them in order to further cultivate T2 generation seeds.
In addition, Yunkun Aerospace's engine development, as well as breakthroughs in the repair technology of nerve growth factors and brain protein hydrolysates related to Alzheimer's disease, must rely on its own efforts to achieve breakthroughs in a very short period of time.
After hearing this, Wang Ziyan took out her phone from her pocket and quickly sent a message to Wang Zhanjun.
A short while later, the wonton shop owner came over carrying the knife-cut noodles, potstickers, and scallion oil noodles that Chen Yansen had ordered. The steaming food had just been placed on the table when the aroma filled the air.
Chen Yansen started eating by himself; the taste was almost the same as it had been in high school.
Wang Ziyan stared at him, her eyes vacant, seemingly lost in thought.
at the same time.
A small armed group from Somalia crossed the border and is moving from east to west.
Being a pirate is too risky. Since the neighbor has surplus food, why not rob them?
In their eyes, Abyssinia has received tens of billions of dollars in development aid from Asia and Europe, and with the influx of foreign businesses, it is a land of easy money, with even street vendors having much fuller pockets than before.
The leader of this armed squad was named Kamal, with a hideous scar on his face. He tightened his grip on the AK-47, his eyes filled with greed: "Once we take over the border supply depot, we can return laden with spoils! Then, everyone in the company will get enough money to give their families a good life!"
In Somalia, robbery can even be operated as a company.
Everyone in the village could be an employee of this "company".
AK-47s and RPG rocket launchers are like hoes or fishing nets, they are their tools of production.
Loot at sea, loot on land!
After all, everyone's scrambling these days, just in different ways.
The dozen or so team members behind him responded in unison, their rough hands slapping the ammunition pouches on their bodies, making a "clattering" sound.
They were wearing tattered camouflage uniforms, their shoes were covered in mud, and many of their guns were rusty.
The night had not yet completely faded at the border. Under the cover of the bushes, they silently approached their target. Only the "crunch" sound of their footsteps on the dry branches was particularly clear in the silent wilderness.
(End of this chapter)
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