Another week of special training.
Under the iron-blooded and strict rule of Master Zhang, Fu Anan got up earlier than the chickens and slept later than the dogs every day, living a life that was ten thousand times stricter than military training.
That’s not all. Every day we eat nutritious meals designed by Chef Zhang himself.
In pursuit of health, practicality, simplicity and speed, he simply gave up the combination of taste, smell and vision. Fu Anan felt that his mouth was about to become unhealthy.
“I don’t feel happy anymore.”
At the dining table, Fu Anan let out a soul-stirring cry and lay on the table like a salted fish.
There was a slight pleading and desire in his eyes, "Master, can we have a meal that focuses on taste instead of health?"
"You want to eat unhealthy food when you are so weak?" Zhang Xincheng looked at her sternly, as if to say -
You don't deserve it.
Completing the game ahead of time did not seem to substantially improve Fu Anan's status.
The only thing that has increased is the amount of training.
Fu Anan wailed, every day is so hard!
Xu Tian couldn't bear to watch this anymore and raised his head from the computer. "Old Zhang, training should be done in moderation. Don't rush things."
Fu Anan nodded vigorously. As a technical expert, Brother Xu always had a low presence, but he was the best person.
Su Cen sat nearby, looking like she was enjoying the show and really wanted a beating.
Fu Anan saw his expression and asked, "Brother Daqiang, what's your expression?"
"Brother Su doesn't mean anything else. He just believes in your potential." Su Cen laughed and fiddled with the two earrings on the table. "Which one looks better?"
"Brother Daqiang, are you going to the bar again?"
Fu Anan was stunned.
Su Cen always goes to various bars every now and then.
I would go there for an hour or two each time, and then come back smelling of alcohol and different scents.
Sometimes there are lipstick marks on clothes or faces that have not been wiped off in time.
"Brother Daqiang, can you tell me how many girlfriends you have in total?"
Fu Anan asked.
Su Cen looked at her and raised her eyebrows, "Why are you asking this, Xiao An An? Could it be that you have fallen in love with me?"
"Not really. Even rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows." Fu Anan waved her hand and then approached with gossiping eyes.
"I'm just a little curious about how you manage to have your feet on so many boats without capsizing."
Hearing this, Su Cen was stunned at first, then burst into laughter.
Fu Anan was confused, "What are you laughing at?"
"He doesn't have a girlfriend." Xu Tian raised his head and answered, "Su Cen likes to go to bars because he owns those bars."
"ah?"
Fu Anan was stunned.
Su Cen smiled slightly, "Are you surprised?"
Fu Anan: ...It was a bit unexpected.
"You are so rich, but you are still working for Brother Fu?"
"Working?" Su Cen was stunned when he heard this.
"No way, Xiao An'an, you think joining Mang is just a job."
"Isn't being a younger brother considered working?" Fu Anan took out his bank card, "You didn't get paid? One card costs 500,000!"
"Oh, after playing a few rounds of games, I almost forgot that An An is still a poor little guy who needs to collect welfare."
Su Cen’s smile grew even bigger, “Actually, besides the fact that I have a dozen bars;
Xu Tian has an outsourcing company that specializes in programming;
Zhang Xincheng has a bodyguard company and a fighting academy;
Yan Senbo followed Master Fu the earliest and has the most assets. From what I know, he owns several wineries abroad.”
(End of this chapter)