Chen Feng asked, "Then what? Meng Xiaozhou should be able to control it remotely, right?" "

Of course Brother Meng can control it remotely, but in extraordinary times, someone has to take charge of the overall situation. I am the company's main artist and a small shareholder, so I was forced to take the stage and take charge of things for a while. I haven't practiced singing properly recently, so don't scold me."

"What!" Chen Feng was frightened by him.

This is definitely the worst bad news he has heard since he started his entrepreneurial journey!

Damn, I forgot about this.

One careless move and I let the wolf in!

Practicing singing and stuff, you can just be a thug.

But you are killing me by managing the company!

Looking at this once cute chubby face, Chen Feng's teeth were chattering when he remembered how this master had played around with the "glorious achievements" of the Ouhe Group in many past timelines.

I'm scared.

"I'm not scolding you, I just want to beat you up." Chen Feng suppressed his panic, "Let's go to the company first, I'll see what you've done."

"No, let's go to the company now? Master, you just came back and you don't have jet lag?"

Chen Feng glared at him unhappily, "What jet lag, I really am..."

He finally shut up.

How can I tell the fat guy that your father's future career will be very successful, but the main credit is that I dragged you into the music industry.

Although this is true, it is really a bit hurtful and I can't say it.

It was past ten in the evening when Uncle Long drove the car to the headquarters of Xingfeng Entertainment.

Chen Feng dragged Ou Junlang straight to the chairman's office, "Bring me every document you signed recently, and then go home and sleep."

Well, now Ou Junlang understood what he was panicking about.

Fatty felt very aggrieved, and he touched his thumbs together and muttered, "I am a top student who graduated from an Ivy League school with a major in international trade and economics, so what, Master?"

Chen Feng rolled his eyes, "Didn't you pay for your diploma and MBA certificate?"

Fatty Ou: "Master, you have a great memory!"

"Nonsense! But this is not the point. Anyway, starting from tomorrow, don't worry about anything else and just practice singing for me! Send me your third album as soon as possible. Oh, by the way... forget it, I'll check your operation records from the office system myself."

Three hours later, Chen Feng walked out of the office with lingering fear, greeted his subordinates on night shift, ordered a rich supper for the night shift party at his own expense, and then went downstairs.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the scenery was just right.

The bright yellow street lights lit up the office building, and insects occasionally chirped under the water platform in front of the office building.

Driving out of the building and heading straight for Ke Lai Apartment, Chen Feng let out a long breath.

What a false shock.

Fortunately, the fat man knew his own limitations and just used his weight to calm down, and didn't do anything stupid.

He recalled the document he had just drafted.

Well, this is how it will be done in the future, and it will be stable.

In this document, he further clarified the company structure, completely stripped Ou Junlang of his management rights, and improved the status of the deputy general manager.

If he were to lose contact or Meng Xiaozhou were to go on a business trip again in the future, the management rights of the company's daily affairs would automatically be transferred to the deputy general manager, and major matters would be put on hold. He and Meng Xiaozhou would make decisions after they were in place. Anyway, the fat man Ou, this fool, must not be allowed to get involved in specific matters.

Chen Feng thought that putting an AI of a simulated business game on his desk and letting people input commands to let the computer make decisions would be more reliable than Fatty.

In fact, he should have done this a long time ago, but Fatty Ou was a shareholder after all, and it was difficult for Meng Xiaozhou to make a decision, so he had to do it in person.

The next morning, Chen Feng announced his decision at the company's senior management meeting.

The people in the audience were quite shocked. Fatty Ou's power and responsibilities were cut a bit harshly. I don't know if there will be any major changes in the company.

Fatty Ou was also a little aggrieved. He was obviously helping out with good intentions, so why was he cut off?

In fact, he really could ignore it. After all, this matter was not within the scope of his contract. He was just finding more things to do for himself.

Chen Feng knew everyone's concerns and said earnestly, "Ou Junlang is one of the most popular singers in the company. He still has great potential in art and should not be focusing on routine matters. Ou Junlang, are you satisfied with just two folk albums?"

"Don't you want to make the third album that incorporates rock music more perfect? ​​Go a step further? The reason I chose to work with you was not because of your money, but because of your talent and potential. I believe in you, and you should also believe in yourself, and don't waste the good voice and talent God has given you."

Fatty Ou, who was originally a little disappointed, was instantly filled with excitement and stood up, "I will definitely live up to the expectations of my master!"

"Okay, let's adjourn the meeting and go practice singing."

Fatty Ou skipped away with a thump, thump, thump, thump, like a cheerful Smurf.

Compared to the talented Zhong Lei and Qin Lu who was discovered by Chen Feng from a group of pure newbies, Fatty Ou has always felt a little inferior.

Although he worked hard, he always felt that his decision to rely on his master was not legitimate and was purely based on money.

Now that Chen Feng publicly praised him and had high hopes for him, how could he not be happy.

It turns out that I can really do it.

I was just overthinking it.

With the artistic pursuits of my master, how could he settle for a song just because I only paid two million for it?

The fundamental reason he chose me was that he saw my talent!

He believed that I could achieve a level of singing that would satisfy him!

I swear, I will never be distracted again.

In a happy mood, even when practicing singing in the recording studio, Fatty Ou's performance was much better.

When Chen Feng returned to the chairman's office, Ryan and Ou Guohua had been waiting for a long time.

Before talking about business, Ou Guohua said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Chen, Junlang has been causing you trouble recently. I will go home and teach him a lesson."

Chen Feng waved his hands, "It's okay, he means well. But I want him to concentrate on singing in the future, which is good for him."

Ou Guohua still didn't give up, "His ability to manage a business is not that bad, right?"

Chen Feng's heart tightened.

This handsome old man hasn't given up yet!

He actually wants to bring Fatty Ou back to run the Ouhe Group. This guy is too stubborn.

Now the Ouhe Group is also his important partner. No matter for the sake of civilization or for himself, he must strongly dispel Ou Guohua's suicidal idea.

Chen Feng sighed deeply, "Boss Ou, I'm not saying anything bad about you. You are still in good health, you can still run the Ouhe Group for at least a few more decades, why are you always in a hurry to find a successor for yourself?"

"Besides, Ou Junlang is really talented in singing, he can even leave his name in history. Since he likes it and has the ability, if you really want to be good to him, it can also be regarded as social responsibility, just let him fly with peace of mind. With me leading him, he can fly as high as he can. The singing world needs him, and music needs him too."

If it was in the past, if a young man like Chen Feng said this to Ou Guohua, he would definitely sneer.

But Chen Feng has now proved his artistic achievements, and his words are final in the music world.

His judgment is authority.

Ou Guohua pondered for a long time and gradually believed it. "Is he really so talented?"

Chen Feng nodded and said decisively, "Yes. In addition, I chose Ouhe Group as a partner because I really value you, Mr. Ou, not the company. So as long as you are still in office, don't mention to me that Ou Junlang should take over." Ou

Guohua accepted his fate. "Okay, but he is my only son. Sometimes I always worry that I will suddenly fail one day, and I haven't been able to train him well in advance."

This is the contradiction of Ou Guohua. He has a strong sense of social responsibility, but he has his own selfishness.

Saints are not immune to this.

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Chen Feng suddenly remembered that, except for the last timeline where Ou Guohua was lucky enough to get a special medicine for cancer, in many other timelines, he had suffered from one terminal illness or another at the age of 70, and was the essence of human terminal illness.

Uncle Ou was so miserable that no amount of money could save his life.

What if he had not cancer this time, but frostbite?

What to do?

Frostbite was not conquered until around 2100, and Ou Guohua would definitely not be able to wait.

Will the Ouhe Group, which also made great contributions in the last timeline, be hit hard again?

Ryan next to him started talking about business, "Chen Feng, what are the details of the ultra-pure carbon, infinite cycle batteries, and microwave power transmission that you proposed in the United States?"

Chen Feng raised his hand, "Wait, I have a new idea. Maybe... I need to add a few more medical-related projects. Don't bother me first, I'll think about it seriously."

The two were a little confused, but considering that this master's thinking mode was different from that of ordinary people, maybe he had some strange ideas, so they quickly retreated.

Chen Fengzhen began to support his chin with one hand and pondered carefully.

In the past, he has always focused on energy and materials, breaking through difficulties point by point, and then using these two pillar industries to drive other industries to move forward in coordination.

Both stable and radical, he has achieved outstanding results, and every time he has made visible progress.

Facts have proved that his strategy is completely correct.

Past successes are quite confusing, so that Chen Feng's thinking is unconsciously confined to them.

Well, I will keep doing this, which will not only make merit but also avoid mistakes.

In psychology, this is the comfort zone that everyone will fall into unconsciously.

The difficulty of actively controlling the mind to jump out of the comfort zone is actually no different in essence from facing life and death. No

matter how strong Chen Feng is, he is still a person after all, and he has fallen into the comfort zone.

This time, because of Fanxing, he remembered to take a step further in the direction of artificial intelligence, and took out the complete framework of the quantum computer programming concept in advance, and actively pushed it forward to ensure the prerequisites for the birth of Fanxing as much as possible.

Seeing the incurable disease quintessence of humanity, Comrade Ou Guohua, and recalling the medical master Lamennec Nightingale who had come to him but was temporarily rejected, his mind was opened again.

He suddenly realized.

Extending the life of people like Ou Guohua will undoubtedly have a positive effect on civilization.

For example, myself, Ryan, Zhong Lei, and Ellen Irwin who had awakened in her old age...

Let alone the quark therapy, if I had a molecular or even amino acid macromolecular therapy, I would not die of overwork early, and live to more than 200 years old. How much more can I do if I live another 100 years?

If other people can at least live to more than 100 years old with vigor and vitality, what will happen to the times?

In primitive society, the average life expectancy of humans was 15 years old. When there was no way to resist the threats of natural disasters, diseases, and attacks by wild animals, living was an endless challenge.

Before the Common Era, the average life expectancy of humans was only 20 years old.

By 1700 AD, the average life expectancy of humans was 35 years old.

In 1800 AD, the average life expectancy was 37 years old.

When the history of civilization entered the 20th century, human life expectancy experienced an explosive growth, and the average life expectancy increased rapidly from 40 to 61 years old.

From 2015 to 2020, the average life expectancy of the world population is 2.5 times that of the world population. A little observation will reveal that with each rapid advancement of science and technology, the average life expectancy of human beings has more or less increased rapidly. The reason for this is the improvement of health conditions, the innovation of medical technology and other prerequisites.

This is an inevitable result of historical development and a necessity for the advancement of civilization.

However, the extension of life expectancy is one of the prerequisites for scientific and technological progress. The two complement each other and help each other.

The three words "live long" are not as simple as they seem. The essential meaning is that longevity is conducive to the continuous accumulation of knowledge in individuals.

The wisdom of countless superior individuals gathered together to form a huge collective wisdom that is the guiding light that illuminates the path of civilization.

Putting aside the previous eras, just talking about the 20th century, scholars' achievements usually exploded between the ages of 30 and 60.

Except for a few lucky geniuses who transcend their time and can maintain long-term health, most scholars will see a significant decline in their research level and ability to burst out inspiration once they pass the age of 60 and enter the old age.

As people age, their physiological functions continue to decline, and various diseases quietly appear, like shadows following them. They not only torture people's bodies, but also hurt their spirits and minds. Scholars engaged in creative work are particularly traumatized.

The continuous decline of the body, the increasing fear of the unknown of death, and the increasing reluctance to give up life have caused scholars' originally sharp thinking to gradually become dull, and their photographic memory has gradually dissipated.

It takes great willpower to be able to lead and lead a research project before death, and to leave ideas in the will that can guide the successors to continue the work, and burst out the last ray of light in life.

After all, only a few people can do this. Those

who can lead the times at a young age are even rarer.

Most scholars have worked hard all their lives, going through the process of getting started, becoming proficient, mastering, integrating, and finally achieving great success, but they are already in their sixties or seventies and are almost half dead.

No matter how unwilling the elderly are, they have to face the damage caused by slow thinking and memory decline, and watch their precious lifelong learning slip through their fingers.

This objective law will greatly restrict the speed of human progress.

In the multiple timelines created by Chen Feng in the past, except for the anomalies in the laws of the 21st century, before almost every major technological explosion, there is a certain degree of biological and medical technology that takes a step forward, or the overall genetic awakening of the race is improved, bringing better genetic characteristics that delay aging.