Chapter 70: The overworked dog desperately needs a bunny power bank.
As the autumn rainy season draws to a close, temperatures gradually approach winter levels, and a chilling cold permeates the air, carried indoors by the autumn wind.
A gentle breeze blows, and the wind chimes on the balcony chime melodiously. The dog and rabbit figurines hanging next to the wind chimes also sway in the wind, chasing and playing.
The spacious balcony is filled with all kinds of cute succulents and roses of various colors in full bloom.
Slightly inside, there were two soft armchairs, and on the easel in front of the chairs was a half-finished oil painting of dogs and bunnies by the two of them.
The blackout curtains of the sun-facing door were lifted by the wind.
Wen Yanyu sat on the plush carpet in the living room, holding a plush puppy in one arm and fiddling with the newly arrived oversized sandbox toy in the other.
To the right of the low table, there is a large stack of documents and materials piled up to almost 30cm high.
At the low table, Fu Hanchuan looked down at the documents, which contained a bunch of outrageous marketing plans and promotional slogans for the new product.
"Makes men unable to forget her," "Only beautiful girls deserve to have her," "A boyfriend who loves you will choose her..."
Fu Hanchuan remained silent for a few seconds, then rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes.
Are these the kinds of promotional slogans that a normal human being could come up with? How did they even get through all those layers of vetting to be delivered to me?
Wen Yanyu put down the toy figurine, slowly moved to Fu Hanchuan's side, and peeked at the documents on the table.
I noticed the noise around me.
Fu Hanchuan turned his head, his gaze softening immediately, and asked gently, "Why did you stop playing? Are you hungry?"
Wen Yanyu shook his head and sat down to look at the documents on his desk.
Thinking Wen Yanyu was just curious, Fu Hanchuan simply scooped him up and pulled him into his arms to take a closer look.
Wen Yanyu is tiny compared to me, so it's no problem to pick her up.
After a period of recuperation, I've gained a lot of weight back. Although my waist is still slender and thin, it's much more supple than before when I could feel my bones were so thin.
It's warm and cozy.
Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes, unconsciously put down the pen he was using to review documents, and buried his head on Wen Yanyu's shoulder.
The boy's bangs beside his ears gently brushed against his face with his movements, the soft hair resembling the swaying of some kind of delicate ear.
Because of his height and the significant difference in their stature, Fu Hanchuan could only bend slightly so that his chin could rest against the boy's shoulder and neck, which was not an comfortable position.
But he thoroughly enjoyed this moment of relaxation after his fatigue.
What words can be used to describe it?
That's a dog who's had a long day and desperately needs to hug his little bunny to recharge.
Since he shifted his career focus from overseas back to China, he has had a whole host of new fields to explore.
Although as a shareholder, he can choose to hand over the management of the group to others, or only handle the main affairs and relinquish some power to others.
But his family had already taught him that no one could be trusted, and that no one would stick to their principles if there were enough incentives.
So even though he was very tired and busy, he personally oversaw all the important affairs of the group, large and small, and more than 70% of the group's shares were concentrated in his hands.
Although, for legal reasons, he gave the remaining 20 to 30 shares in small increments to other members of the board of directors.
However, since he holds more than two-thirds of the shares, and he used to play with virtual currency and stocks abroad in his early years, the group's development to its current scale is largely due to the funds he has. Even today, it cannot do without his financial support.
Therefore, he holds absolute power and control within the group, albeit relatively, under his strong and authoritative influence.
If he doesn't carefully review these projects, it's hard to guarantee that someone won't try to sabotage them.
Three friends around him occasionally advised him to stop and rest, saying that he already had enough power and why he was torturing himself like this.
Speaking of wealth alone, his liquid assets, real estate, and assets that have been increasing with the group's growth have reached a level that is only significant in terms of numbers.
But it's never enough.
Money alone is not enough. Money cannot protect a mother imprisoned in a foreign land who cannot return to her homeland, nor can it protect a younger brother who died in a fire, nor can it protect oneself who was on the verge of becoming disabled.
He couldn't protect his most important friend now.
The emptiness that was born in his heart from childhood did not disappear with the passage of time or with the increase of his power; instead, it grew larger and larger, greedily devouring more and more money and power.
It is not a desire for worldly things.
Rather, it is a longing for a kind of ineffable and insatiable sense of security.
His family's past was rather shady, and his own methods weren't exactly clean either.
He doesn't meet the condition of being untouched by mud, and this is common knowledge.
The government can't leave.
Then we have no choice but to find another way.
Cooperation in military, scientific research, medical, and food sectors.
He knew all the rumors about himself in the business world. He was like a shark that smelled blood when it smelled profit; once it bit down, it wouldn't let go. He was a cold-blooded and ruthless monster who didn't care about family at all.
He doesn't care.
Profit sharing is acceptable.
Power sharing.
dream.
The sound of keyboard typing began.
"I've learned these things, let me help you with some of it. I'll make a backup first, and then I'll work on the backup for you. If it's not done well, you can just delete this backup."
Hearing the question, Fu Hanchuan glanced up, then lowered his head indifferently.
"Um."
Fu Hanchuan gently rubbed the little rabbit against him, the faint peach scent mixed with his warm body fragrance spreading in his arms, like a dog mint that is the counterpart to catnip, so comfortable that he unconsciously closed his eyes.
My tense nerves and body slowly relaxed, and my consciousness gradually sank into darkness amidst the sounds of turning pages and typing.
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