Chapter 41

Song Yin took three medical staff with him when he went to Gangcheng. Mu Qingliu gave them big red envelopes. They immediately understood what he meant and vowed to protect every hair of the young lady.

Wen Yancheng led the team personally. Mu Qingliu had promised to introduce the presidents of the other two companies to him, but Mu Qingliu had something to do temporarily, so he might have to find a way to help.

Suddenly, the significance of this trip became heavy and huge.

The flight distance from Beijing to Gangcheng takes about 10 hours.

It was also the first time for Song Yin to take a plane. His excitement was beyond words and he kept making various complaints.

The people led by Wen Yancheng had suffered a lot. Seeing more and more pink hearts in the private plane, they were really afraid that when the cabin was full, the pressure would be too great and an explosion would occur.

Others were somewhat angry but dared not speak out. After all, the entire plane was Mu Qingliu's private property. He used the largest-sized plane, and probably had calculated that Song Yin's psychological activities would be stronger than usual.

Hateful.

If you have the ability, Mu, come and experience the super strong pressure of the entire plane yourself!

Wen Yancheng signaled everyone not to talk nonsense. He had no choice but to squeeze into a bunch of densely packed bubble gaps and find the human-shaped bubble "making machine" in the center and sit down.

If I were Mu Qingliu, what clever method would I use to make Song shut up?

Wen Yancheng carefully looked at Song Yin who was concentrating with his eyes closed. In fact, he was sometimes quite suspicious. Song Yin seemed to be quite normal. He could speak and eat.

Whose vegetative patient could be as free as him?

Wen Yancheng carefully looked at Song Yin's eyebrows and nose bridge, and finally stopped his gaze on Song Yin's rosy lips.

There were two or three visible bloodstains in the corner of the slightly swollen lips.

It was obviously the rupture of capillaries caused by excessive kissing.

If Mu Qingliu was in the cabin of the plane, he would probably block Song Yin's mouth fiercely, leaving him no chance to kiss again, right?

Wen Yancheng was stunned by his own cold imagination!

Block him with his mouth.

A guy like Song Yin, who is so flirtatious at heart, must be moaning in his heart.

No, no!

Don't put your tongue in anymore!

Ah, um, um~

Wen Yancheng slapped his cold mind again and made up the picture.

Fuck.

He immediately came to a conclusion. He

must not be led astray by the shameless couple Mu and Song and become part of their play.

Wen Yancheng asked, "Do you want some water? Song Yin? I feel like you're quite thirsty." After uttering the last word, President Wen blew a breath from his mouth and blew away the bubble sticking to his lips.

Don't touch me, I don't want to become someone like you!

Song Yin was a little surprised and a little embarrassed. He whispered, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wen. I'm fine."

Of course you are fine. Everyone else is sitting, but you are lying down. Everyone else has to open their eyes and is forced to see what you are thinking. You keep repeating the same topic over and over again.

Wen Yancheng said, "Do you need to relieve yourself?"

Song Yin replied, "Thank you. I'm sorry to bother you. My nurse will help."

Song Yin didn't get angry while he said these two sentences.

After all, you can't do two things at once.

Wen Yancheng found the trick. He used to be a good iceberg handsome guy who didn't like to ask questions when he saw people. Now he has to think hard to divert the attention of the little vegetable.

Wen Yancheng adjusted himself to a comfortable sitting position, still as cold as a sculpture.

"Actually, I always feel like I've seen you somewhere. What I mean is that you look a lot like someone I know."

"Where did you go to elementary school?"

Wen Yancheng decided to start with elementary school, as this topic could invisibly extend the conversation.

Song Yin's mouth was not as clever as his mind, and he stuttered, "Boss, is there something I didn't do well enough?"

[Strange, the workplace survival guide I read last time said that if the boss talks to you about the past, there are only two possibilities. ]

[One is that he wants to fire you. But this possibility is not great, as Mu Qingluo has invested in this company. ]

[The second possibility is that he wants to seduce me? 】

Wen Yancheng coughed, coughed madly for a while, and artificially crushed the latest bubble produced by Song Yin.

[This is impossible~]

Song Yin was still very rational, [He wanted to get close to me first, and then use my ladder to get close to Mu Qingliu indirectly. 】

Wen Yancheng was really grateful for his full-level understanding, but the cabin could not continue to produce more bubbles.

For now, we can only use our strength.

Wen Yancheng had never realized that he actually had such a talkative side, and said coldly, "You did a good job. I plan to transfer you to Group 37 after the business in Gangcheng is negotiated. According to your personal ability, you can fully handle the programming and calculation tasks of this group."

When Song Yin heard that it was related to money, he was inconsolable! He stammered, "This, this, this... That's great."

Wen Yancheng said, "Of course it's great, you are a capable person, how about this, it's still early for the flight, I'll read you a few programs that Group 37 is calculating, you tell me your ideas orally, and we'll see if we can optimize it together."

[This...]

Wen Yancheng quickly interrupted his thoughts, "Just tell me, I need to hear every idea you express clearly, understand?"

Song Yin was not as cunning as the protagonist, and agreed readily, "Okay."

[As long as the salary increase can be realized, I'll give up my broken mouth today!]

Wen Yancheng was inexplicably amused by his last sentence, and his cold facial features, like those carved by a knife, suddenly relaxed slightly for a moment, as if ice and snow were melting.

I thought to myself, this little vegetable looks stupid, and he really is stupid.

He's a little deceptive.

Along the way, the two of them used 37 groups of source projects under research as research points, and optimized the formula of each algorithm one by one.

The dozen people brought by Wen Yancheng were also elites among elites. Soon everyone gathered together, as if forgetting the fatigue of the journey and the resource limitations in the cabin, and all concentrated on discussing.

An accompanying nurse took out her mobile phone and took a close-up of everyone. After getting off the plane, all the photos will be sent to Mu Qingliu.

Mu Qingliu meant that including Song Yin's diet, daily life, going to the bathroom, and waking up for massage, he had to take photos and report to himself every ten minutes.

After all, such a good wife, this is the first time she has left the care of the family. Boss Mu is always worried that Song Yin will suffer a little grievance.

And at this moment.

Mu Qingliu was on his way to another country. Mu Zichen, his father, had some business troubles and needed his genius youngest son to help solve them for a few days.

When the nurse sent hundreds of photos, all of them were centered on Song Yin.

Mu Qingliu smiled faintly and crossed out the hundreds of photos one by one.

Among them, there were more than twenty pictures in which Wen Yancheng took the initiative to sit next to Song Yin.

Mu Qingliu's smile dulled a little.

There were also thirty or forty pictures in which Wen Yancheng was the central figure, and everyone was surrounding the protagonist and engaging in a heated discussion.

His wife also seemed very excited, and the surrounding bubbles of complaints were blown big and round.

But in the next photo, these big and round bubbles all disappeared.

Mu Qingliu inferred that someone had deliberately burst Song Yin's bubble, and there could only be one culprit.

The protagonist of this book is Wen Yancheng.

His charm and courage are really amazing.

Mu Qingliu didn't really care that the protagonist poked his wife's complaints.

...

Mu Qingliu's fingers tapped the phone interface quickly a few times, and his handsome brows frowned slightly for a few seconds.

Then he dialed the same number on the phone and calmly said to the other party, "How is Song He's recent academic performance in Country M? Let's go and test it out. Does he have any plans to return to his country this summer vacation?"

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National AI High-Tech Exhibition held in Hong Kong is a high-level technical exchange meeting, in which other exhibits from 21 countries are also on display.

There are some very outstanding exhibits, such as nanorobots, QW254 helicopters, KDAI high-tonnage machine tools, lighting WIFI, etc., all of which are outstanding designs from various industries and fields.

As the CEO of Vision, Wen Yancheng brought the Vision project currently developed and researched by the company to the scene as the most important part of the exhibition. This new artificial intelligence vision system is easy to operate and has the lowest installation cost. It can be more widely used in AI deep facial recognition, defect detection, high-precision scene simulation, and the most common high-precision monitoring in life.

In order to better show the current results, Wen Yancheng used himself as an experimental carrier and wore contact lenses with micro-capture devices on his eyes.

Traditional surveillance equipment is fixed in the corners of buildings, while the latest surveillance cameras can be connected to invisible glasses, and then the nearest camera is activated to capture the picture the moment the pupil changes.

Moreover, the AI ​​smart surveillance camera developed by Vision has a frame rate of 27-35FPS, and the captured pictures are very clear.

After the exhibition, three security companies immediately signed an order contract with Wen Yancheng to purchase the latest surveillance equipment developed by Vision.

Wen Yancheng is very ambitious. He wants to eat a fat man in one bite. He originally planned to sign an agreement with other larger companies.

But on second thought.

Mu Qingliu must be waiting for him to hand in a perfect report card, so he must not be greedy and it is better to win in a stable way.

A little bit of money is still money.

Wen Yancheng originally thought that Mu Qingliu was just talking about the company.

Who would have thought that one of the local technology companies in Gangcheng came to him that night.

Wen Yancheng received the luxurious business card, and it turned out to be the company he had been dreaming about day and night. He

suddenly felt touched when thinking about Mu Qingliu in his heart.

It seemed that Mu Qingliu really wanted to help him, and he definitely didn't want to put all the burdens on his shoulders alone.

Wen Yancheng returned the favor by picking two people who could drink and one who was smart and perceptive from the entourage. In the end, he chose Song Yin to go with him.

Song Yin was a bit resistant and stammered, "I can't help you at all, Mr. Wen, you should find someone else."

Wen Yancheng asked, "Do you want to join Group 32? The salary will increase by 2,000 per month on the original basis."

Song Yin followed happily.

The dinners in Hong Kong are very different from those in Beijing. People in Hong Kong have always been wealthy, living a petty bourgeoisie and paying attention to romance. The preparations for the dinners are also more Western-style.

No dignitaries will be specially invited to the dinner, but there must be a famous band on site, and there must be popular singing and dancing stars to adjust the atmosphere and make it charming.

Wen Yancheng easily got in touch with the local technology company executives, and the people accompanying him were able to cooperate with him very well.

Song Yin knew that he could not do much, so he asked the nurse to push his wheelchair to a less crowded place, so that he could enjoy the beautiful scenery, wine and delicious food.

The nurse sent hundreds of photos to Mu Qingliu. He

replied earnestly: [Everything is fine here, my wife, please rest assured. ]

The time difference on Mu Qingliu's side is about 12 hours. When Song Yin was enjoying the exquisite midnight snack, he had just finished breakfast and was about to go to the negotiation table. Mu Qingliu

's reply was also very concise, [Don't let him get too tired, just fresh for a while. ]

The nurse's interpretation of this sentence was very accurate.

[My wife is probably just for fun, don't let any messy people come around, and try to send her to bed as early as possible. The

nurse fed Song Yin a sip of red wine and said softly, "Mr. Song, do you need anything else?"

Song Yin thought to himself, "I'm in a really good mood today. I can get a salary increase of 2,000 just by eating and drinking at a banquet like this. I hope there will be ten more good things like this!"

He blew his bubble of complaints a little big, a big pink heart.

The nurse pushed him to a corner with few people, because Mu Qingliu didn't want too many people to pay attention to this.

As a result, this bubble of complaints was really too big, and it bounced back after hitting the palm of the nurse's hand at the moment of blocking.

With a bang,

it hit the tallest one among the group of people who just entered the room, and directly knocked over the wine glass in the other's hand, and a streak of red wine was splashed on his ironed shirt.

The people around him immediately became frightened and shouted, "Waiter! Bring me a towel! Wipe off the wine stains for Young Master Mu!"

Mu Hongbo said calmly, "It's okay, I'll change a new one."

The people around him said angrily, "Who is throwing himself at me like this? How can you flirt with me to this extent? You don't even care about your dignity!" Everyone present

clearly saw that a pink heart-shaped balloon hit Young Master Mu's chest.

I've seen people giving diamond watches and luxury cars, and I've seen people pretending to meet someone, but I've never seen someone throwing a balloon at someone.

After all, the little nurse has seen people grow old, get sick, and die, so she can remain calm even in such a big scene where she is being stared at by a group of handsome guys.

She said, "Why are you looking at me? It's not me."

Seeing her self-righteousness, a group of people turned their eyes to the face of the drowsy boy in the wheelchair.

That definitely couldn't be the one who was asleep.

Mu Hongbo pressed his chest with the towel handed by the waiter. He didn't like to continue to be the focus when he was embarrassed.

He said seriously, "Let's end this matter here, don't talk about it anymore."

It happened so quickly.

Song Yin asked, "Nurse sister, why does it sound so noisy? Is someone arguing?"

A pink heart suddenly appeared above his head.

[Let's go. I watched a lot of Hong Kong movies when I was a kid. Many bosses have gangster backgrounds. They will pull out guns and shoot at each other if they disagree with a few words. You can't afford to offend them. You can't afford to offend them at all . 】

This peach-shaped bubble, as the nurse shook her head frantically, floated lightly in front of Mu Hongbo.

Can't resist it this time?

The little nurse was afraid that these well-dressed young masters would say something they shouldn't say, so she quickly stood in front of Song Yin and said to Mu Hongbo with an awkward smile, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I will pay for the laundry."

Mu Hongbo seemed to not need to speak for himself, there were always all kinds of people around him, these people were just his mouthpieces, and there would be people saying bad, nice, and unpleasant things.

"You are such an interesting girl. It's obviously you who made up this trick. How dare you deny it?"

"By the way, what is your identity? And who invited you here? Whose young master is that behind you? How come I haven't seen him before?"

"Hey!" A hot-tempered young master was about to kick Song Yin's wheelchair with his foot, and said fiercely, "Things have become so messed up, and you dare to pretend to be dead?! I've seen that you are just like those scammers. You look ugly but you have a lot of tricks!"

As soon as he kicked, Mu Hongbo turned around and gave him a dark look.

The hot-tempered young master immediately admitted his guilt and didn't dare to try to kick the little vegetable's wheelchair a second time. He stood there like a wooden chicken.

Song Yin couldn't see but could hear clearly, and he was a little flustered, "Sister Nurse, could it be that my wheelchair hit someone? Why do I feel that the voices of these people are getting closer?"

Without waiting for the little nurse to explain,

Mu Hongbo had already approached Song Yin, stretched out a finger, tried it in front of the little vegetable, and then straightened up and said, "Okay, is it worth arguing about such a small matter? Aren't you afraid of losing your identity?"

Then, he patted Song Yin on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry, little friend, it has nothing to do with you, you can go."

"I..."

[What a disgusting look! Can't you see that I'm such a big and strong man? I'll kill you if you call me little friend again! ]

[Angry! 】999+

The nurse got permission, fearing that Song Yin would start a quarrel, and quickly pushed the wheelchair through the crowd, whispering to Song Yin, "It's okay, Madam, I just said that they made a mistake, and it has nothing to do with us."

Watching the two people run away dejectedly, one of them was spraying pink hearts while running.

Several young masters thought Mu Hongbo was going to say something, but the tall and straight man stood on tiptoe and pulled a suspended pink heart into his palm from mid-air.

This kind of feel is really very strange.

It is a bit similar to rubber products, but there is no strange smell at all, and it is also very Q elastic, easy to pinch, and very good to RUA.

Just in time for the comment bubble to burst, it burst and disappeared with a pop, causing a layer of tingling to appear on Mu Hong's thin palm.

All the young masters were shocked, thinking that some novel blind trick had been used, and looked at each other in confusion.

The scene was exactly the same as what Mrs. Mu described when she returned home.

She said that Mu Qingliu married a strange wife, and that Qing Zai was obsessed with things. She also said that this little vegetative person was actually pretty good, and he didn't seem to have any bad intentions. If it weren't for the fact that he was a vegetative person and couldn't even take care of himself, she would probably be reluctant to admit the marriage between Song Yin and Qing Zai.

Mu Hong twirled his dry fingertips and sneered at everyone, "You guys are really ignorant."

My prey was scared away.