World 2
Shangfeng's parents are both famous chess players in the business world. They once taught him how to play chess and where to place the chess pieces to reap the greatest benefits.
But chess is like life, and the thinking behind playing chess cannot be imitated. Shang Feng discovered the tactics that best suit him through continuous learning.
He is not good at preparing in advance, but he knows how to solve the problem after the other party sets a trap and escape danger.
Shangfeng's father once commented on his chess playing style, saying that it seemed that he could win many games, but if he lost just one game, he could end up in an irretrievable situation.
This sentence is like a prophecy.
Shang Feng has never tasted failure since entering this circle, except for that time.
Once is enough.
The business world is like a battlefield. When they want to target you, they certainly won't consider how powerful the person behind you is, nor will they consider whether they should be more restrained when dealing with young people.
So when Shangfeng's Zhengxing Company was at its peak, someone disliked him and directly took away his trump card.
Unlike the high-level business wars in novels, the other party used money to bribe Shangfeng's personal secretary, and the secretary leaked the contents of the cooperation project plans that Zhengxing had not yet announced to Zhengxing's rival companies.
Overnight, Zhengxing Company's stock price collapsed and fell sharply.
And those reporters who had previously praised him as a rising star in the business world were now like dogs that had smelled a scent, rushing up to tear at his flesh, wishing they could swallow his bones as well.
Shang Feng's boyfriend at the time, Lu Xinian, chose to go abroad at this critical juncture. Before leaving, he even said to Shang Feng, "You don't want me to be dragged down by you, do you?"
Shang Feng sat in his room, staring at his hands, and suddenly felt a little confused.
He always thought of himself as a chess player, but now he suddenly found that he was just a chess piece on the chessboard. The gap between reality and imagination made him feel breathless.
Shang Feng slowly reached for his cell phone. He really wanted to find someone to talk to, but he didn't know who to talk to.
parents?
He didn't want to trouble them, and they had made it clear long ago that he should change his tactics and not wait until something happened to make amends. He just didn't listen.
Those senior executives who haven't left the company yet?
He couldn't trust the people in the company anymore, and some of the senior executives were definitely planning to leave. Calling now to talk would only encourage more people to leave.
The finger lifted and lowered on the contact column, and suddenly a voice sounded, waiting for the other party to connect.
Shang Feng looked down a little slowly and found that he had pointed out Yang Zheyu's phone number when he was not paying attention.
...It seemed like a long time had passed since he and Yang Zheyu's relationship fell from close friends to brothers, and then to ordinary friends.
Shang Feng closed his eyes, wondering if the other party would answer, and what he would say if they did. He thought a lot. But no one answered the call.
The last prompt tone was very long, like a person's last electrocardiogram in life, and finally turned into a straight line.
Shang Feng sat on the sofa and hugged his knees in the dark.
He thought of various excuses for Yang Zheyu, but in the end, all these excuses were defeated by the simple answer "He just doesn't want to answer your call."
Until the phone rang again.
Shang Feng turned around and saw that the note was Yang Zheyu.
He reached out for his phone, clicked the answer button, and said "Hello" without any hope.
Yang Zheyu's voice came from the other side. Through the phone, the man's voice sounded a little distorted, as if it came from a long distance.
"Open the door."
Shang Feng got down from the sofa barefoot, and a corner of the thin blanket on the sofa fell off, causing Shang Feng to fall. He got up from the ground without stopping and opened the door.
Yang Zheyu, who was standing outside the door, was wearing a suit and had a few drops of sweat on his forehead. He looked like he had been running from somewhere.
He ignored the surprise on Shang Feng's face, which looked like a drowning man seeing a piece of driftwood, and made no effort to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Yang Zheyu simply lowered his head, his gaze landing directly on Shang Feng's bare feet.
Shang Feng subconsciously took half a step back.
For a moment, he thought Yang Zheyu would turn around and leave because of his downfall.
"If you want to die, just buy a piece of tofu and hit it. There's no need to get yourself into this state." Yang Zheyu cursed as he went to open the shoe cabinet at the door. If you didn't notice how he looked through several layers before finding his slippers on the third, he looked like he was at home. "You got yourself into this state just for a money-grubbing idiot. Aren't you ashamed?"
He didn't intend to wait for Shang Feng's answer. After saying this, he threw the pair of gray slippers he found at Shang Feng's feet: "Put them on me."
Shang Feng bent down and put on his shoes obediently: "Why are you..."
Will come?
Yang Zheyu closed the door, walked into the house, and interrupted Shang Feng unhappily: "I'm afraid you'll kill yourself, so I came to take a look, okay?"
The tone was very bad, yet very intimate, as if their relationship had not declined from close friends to just nodding and saying hello over the years.
Shang Feng felt that he might have suffered too much stimulation in recent days, otherwise why would he want to cry just by hearing Yang Zheyu's voice.
Yang Zheyu walked past the tabletop piled with fast food boxes and empty beer bottles, then glanced at the thin blanket on the sofa. Then he turned to look at Shang Feng, who was following him like a tail. "By the way, where's your boyfriend? Why doesn't he care about you?"
Shang Feng felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he looked away subconsciously: "...He's gone."
"What do you mean?" Yang Zheyu asked as he put the boxes and empty bottles into the trash can nearby. "Why, is he traveling?"
Shang Feng squatted down with him, looked at Yang Zheyu, and then said word by word: "Lu Xinian left me and went abroad."
It was not until he said this that he finally felt that Lu Xinian had left him.
Lu Xinian really left me.
At such a critical moment, Lu Xinian chose to leave him alone and go abroad.
There is actually nothing wrong with this choice. They are lovers, but they are not bound together. It is only natural for Lu Xinian to leave at this juncture.
But Lu Xinian left, and before leaving, he didn't forget to turn around and stab him.
"You don't want me to be dragged down by you, do you?"
That's a bit too much.
Shang Feng hoped that Yang Zheyu could say something about this matter, whether it was calling him stupid like he did just now, or scolding Lu Xinian for choosing to leave him at this time, anything would be fine.
But Yang Zheyu just looked at him and said nothing.
Shang Feng pursed his lips.
He is taller than Yang Zheyu, and because he has been in the business world, he has much more aura than Yang Zheyu.
But at this moment, he didn't know if it was due to his mood, but he suddenly felt that he was shorter than Yang Zheyu.
The man who had rushed over just for a phone call dropped his usual jokes and said calmly, "Go open the curtains. The room is too dark."
He raised his hand, as if to touch Shang Feng's hair, but his hand stopped in mid-air.
Yang Zheyu suddenly remembered that their relationship was no longer the same as before. After thinking about it, he retracted his hand.
The light in Shang Feng's eyes that was originally due to Yang Zheyu's arrival became a little dim. He comforted himself in his heart: It's okay, it's great that Yang Zheyu is willing to come here at this time.
But before he could think of the next words to comfort himself, Yang Zheyu reached out and hugged him.
Yang Zheyu changed his original hair-rubbing action into a hug.
One is a stupid ex, the other is a sweet boyfriend.
This can't even be considered a multiple-choice question. It's a fill-in-the-blank question with the answer already determined. Only an idiot would choose the wrong answer.
There was a knock on the office door, but only once.
Yang Zheyu is the only one in the entire company who would do this. He would just knock on the door and wait for you to call him in, not afraid at all that you might not hear him.
Shang Feng raised his head, turned off the screen of his mobile phone and placed it on the table.
"Enter."
"I've listed all the things you need to pay attention to when working with them here," Yang Zheyu said as he pushed open the door and strode in, holding a thick stack of documents in his hand. "Take a look at it in advance and remember as much as you can."
"Okay," Shang Feng nodded and took the document.
Jia Gu probably really thinks that Lu Xinian is his "white moonlight" now. Not only has he become more and more demanding and added many restrictions on his behavior, he also hopes that only the two of them will be present when signing the contract.
While saying this, his eyes kept glancing at Lu Xinian next to him, as if hinting at something to him.
Just thinking about it makes me feel unlucky.
Shang Feng flipped through the document in his hand, which listed many things to note, including Jia Gu's personal hobbies and usual speaking habits.
It is enough to see Yang Zheyu's intentions.
Giving up Yang Zheyu, who had endured hardships with him, for Lu Xinian, who chose to go abroad when he needed help the most? Only a fool would make such a choice.
Shang Feng looked up at Yang Zheyu, then extended his hand to him.
Yang Zheyu looked at Shang Feng's hand, a little hesitant.
Ever since he was forced to follow Shang Feng in the office last time, Yang Zheyu has had a psychological shadow on this office.
He really didn't expect that the usually calm Shang Feng could be so scary when he went crazy.
His back still hurts. Shang Feng must have scratched his back when he was crazy yesterday.
"It's just a hug." Shang Feng said, glancing out the door. His eyes were so intimidating that an employee who happened to be passing by with documents in his arms was frightened by his gaze and ran away with the documents in his arms. "It won't hurt to hug you."
Yang Zheyu thought about it and said: That’s right, hugging will not make me lose any meat.
So he walked to Shangfeng's side, bent down and hugged him: "——Okay, are you satisfied now?"
At this moment, the mobile phone screen on the desk lit up. Shang Feng glanced at it and saw that it was a text message from his mother.
: It's rare that you ask us for help.
: I understand. Just wait for the news.
Yang Zheyu hugged her for just a moment and then decided to leave as he had his own things to do.
Shangfeng's phone screen was still on, and it was not yet time for the phone to automatically turn off.
——Yang Zheyu can’t be allowed to see these things.
Shang Feng immediately had an idea in his mind. He hugged Yang Zheyu's waist, then held Yang Zheyu's hand, slowly placed it on his face, and then let out a long sigh: "...I still seem a little scared."
I'm afraid you'll be angry with me when you find out what I'm planning to do.
Although he knew that Shang Feng was probably pretending, Yang Zheyu was still confused by his expression.
The hand on Shangfeng's face moved upwards.
Yang Zheyu rubbed Shang Feng's hair, and the slicked-back business elite was transformed into a college boy who had just finished school, inexplicably giving him a bit of youthfulness.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Yang Zheyu said with a smile, "I'm right behind you."
Maoqiu watched as the transformation degree slowly rose to 45%, and wanted to tell the host that your lover is not actually a little white flower, but a queen flower, but he didn't dare.
It also wanted to tell the host that it was not what you thought. Shang Feng did not want to take this opportunity to get close to Lu Xinian, but it still didn't dare.
——It's okay. The fearless Maoqiu could only choose to comfort himself in his heart. It won't be long anyway.
The lover of this host is different from the lover of the host in the previous world who only knew how to act recklessly. The strength of this host's lover lies in that he can always get the correct answer even when his problem-solving ideas are wrong.
So it doesn't really need to worry too much...right?
Shangfeng and Jia Gu's meeting time was scheduled for Saturday afternoon.
Jia Gu, probably believing this collaboration would be a success, offered to arrange the dinner himself, to which Shang Feng agreed.
Seeing how easy-going he was, and with Shang Feng's "white moonlight" as a bargaining chip by his side, Jia Gu did something stupid that a smart businessman would never do.
Before the two sides had reached an agreement on cooperation, he released the news that his company would cooperate with Zhengxing.
Some people were surprised, some expressed their incomprehension, and some felt that Jia Gu just wanted to take advantage of Zhengxing’s current popularity to hype it up.
Shangfeng wasn't surprised by this: Zhengxing was different now, and the media coverage of it had shifted from negative to positive. Under these circumstances, it was normal for Jiagu to want to hype up its stock beforehand.
It doesn’t matter, just keep floating upwards.
Shang Feng took the sealed file bag brought by his personal secretary, looked carefully at the seal, and made sure that no one had touched it before letting the other party leave.
The master files and copies were inside, and the numbers on them were shocking.
When Jia Gu is about to reach the top, he will pop the balloon.
He knew better than anyone how painful it was to fall from a height.
Saturday arrived quickly. Shangfeng held a meeting in the morning as planned, discussed relevant matters with the head of the subsidiary at noon, and prepared to attend the banquet in the afternoon.
"Do you remember the precautions I prepared for you?" Yang Zheyu tied Shang Feng's tie and patted his shoulder. "I can't accompany you this time, but don't let down at the critical moment."
He has been worrying about this cooperation for so many days, and now that the cooperation is finally about to be settled, Yang Zheyu also took off his serious mask and seemed very nonchalant when he said this.
It had been a while since he'd seen Yang Zheyu's sophisticated demeanor, and Shang Feng was really missing him. He kissed Yang Zheyu on the lips, but this time he did it quickly, as if he was afraid someone would notice.
He was already dressed in formal attire, so he couldn't do that.
Yang Zheyu touched his lips and chuckled: "Am I really that charming?"
"Yeah." Shang Feng nodded. "Please pick me up in thirty minutes. I don't think it will take long for the two of us to finish eating."
Yang Zheyu wanted to say, who knows, maybe Jia Gu would like to give you a new love story. But the touch on his lips was still there, so he just nodded: "Okay, I remember it."
Shang Feng is gone.
Although he left the address of the restaurant where he had talked with Jia Gu and said that he could call if he couldn't wait, Yang Zheyu still felt a little nervous, as if something was about to happen.
He returned to his office, locked the door, and then turned to look at the ball of fur that had been following him.
Maoqiu reminds: [Host, if you have any ideas, you can think directly in your mind. The system can hear your voice. ]
There is no need to do this. Your appearance will be reduced by this thief-like action.
"I don't want to think about it right now. I feel like I'll suffocate if I do." Yang Zheyu sat down on the computer chair, half of his body hanging on the chair, and his lower body slid to the ground. "Can you help me monitor Shang Feng in real time?"
He always felt that something had happened, but he didn't know whether it was good or bad.
The fur ball didn't want to see the host continue to ruin his appearance, so he turned his back to the host and pretended that he didn't see anything: [Sorry, the system doesn't have such a function.]
Actually, yes, it can now see through another screen that Shang Feng and Jia Gu entered the restaurant together and entered the private room that only VIPs can enter, but it just doesn't want to tell the host.
Anyway, there is only one Jia Gu and Shang Feng, but no Lu Xinian.
"...Okay." Yang Zheyu's voice was filled with disappointment. "Actually, I have another request. Since you rejected that one, can you help me fulfill this request?"
Maoqiu tried to read the host's thoughts, but read nothing.
But after hearing the lost tone of the host when he said this, it felt that it couldn't bear to say it.
[...Okay.] Maoqiu turned around. [The system will do its best to meet your requests, but I can't guarantee...]
"That's great! Let me rub you!" Yang Zheyu grabbed the fur ball and squeezed it hard, then sat up straight in his computer chair again. "Since I knew you weren't a spider, I've wanted to feel you. The touch is really great!"
"What material is this made of, wool?"
If we make this into a company image and then make the same toy, we can make a lot of money, right?
As for why Zhengxing Group’s corporate image is a ball of hair that looks like a spider... I’ll write about that later.
The fur ball, who never thought that he would be taken advantage of by his host one day: [Of course it's not wool! Also, you can't infringe on my portrait rights! ]
"You're just a system," Yang Zheyu buried his face in the fur ball and rubbed it for a while, then he raised his head contentedly, "Don't talk to me about human laws."
Over there, Yang Zheyu was trying hard to persuade Mao Qiu to give up his portrait rights, while here, Shang Feng had already fought with Jia Gu for several rounds.
Jia Gu probably felt that it was almost done, so he handed the document over directly: "If Mr. Yang thinks there is no problem, please take a look at the contract and then sign it."
"Who said we would cooperate?" Shang Feng simply pushed the document away. The man in formal attire had a fake smile on his face, looking inexplicably creepy. "Boss Jia, it's too early to be relieved."
Jia Gu had never expected Shang Feng to say such a thing, and was completely stunned.
It's already come to this, but you say you have no intention of cooperating. What does this mean?
After he released the news that he would cooperate with Zhengxing, Shangfeng said he would not cooperate. Isn't this a slap in his face?
If those people find out, how can he continue to survive?
But after all, he was someone who had been in muddy waters for quite some time and hadn't sunk. So Jia Gu's mood was shaken for only a moment before he put on his social mask again.
"Did anyone say anything to General Manager Yang that was unfavorable to our company? Those words were all false. We didn't clarify them because we felt it was unnecessary. Actions can speak louder than words," said Jia Gu.
Since it is unclear who spread the rumor, Jia Gu's words can be regarded as a scientific and educational level rescue.
But the person sitting on the other side was Shang Feng, who was determined to kick him out, so any teaching-level rescue was useless.
"We'll talk about cooperation later," Shang Feng took out the document that his father and mother had obtained, "Why don't you take a look at this first."
Jia Gu didn't know what he was up to, but he still picked up the document.
After just looking at it for a while, he broke out in a cold sweat.
That was the evidence of his tax evasion over the years, year after year, and it was no longer the small amount at the beginning.
He never thought that Shang Feng would know these things.
Where did Shangfeng get this?
Does anyone else know?
If this matter was discovered by the higher-ups, he would be arrested and imprisoned for more than ten years, which would be considered a light punishment. Not only that, but the wealth he had worked so hard to obtain would also be gone from him.
"Judging from Mr. Jia's reaction, these should all be true." Shang Feng tapped the table lightly. "Why don't you guess again, who gave these to me?"
Jia Gu looked at Shang Feng. The numbers above were very accurate and he could no longer deny them.
He gave up the idea of playing dumb at this moment, his face turned from red to white, and he tentatively said a name: "... Is it Lu Xinian?"
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