Recently, Wen Shang's staff found that their president was like a blooming calla lily. The whole person was full of spring breeze and refreshed. The number of murders with his eyes was reduced from double digits to single digits. He was overjoyed.
Wen Jingrong was sitting at the desk, playing with his pen, while missing his cocoa. Since Coco agreed to date him, he has not insisted on tying him by his side. Although he was a little worried, this was the first step in trusting each other, and he didn't want to screw it up. Fortunately, Coco did not disappoint him, and he could be seen every day when he went home. If anything else happens, you will be notified in advance.
The only regret is that Coco has always been reluctant to tell him his identity, but it doesn't matter, he has patience.
"Mr. Wen, Mr. Bai from Qingwei is visiting." The secretary's voice came from the inside.
"Please come in." Wen Jingrong calmed down and put the pen in his hand aside.
Not long after, Bo Lin walked into the office under the guidance of the secretary.
Wen Jingrong knew that his visit today must be for the cooperation plan of Qingwei last time.
After a few words of greeting, Bo Lin really mentioned the intention of cooperation and asked Wen Jingrong why he refused.
Wen Jingrong replied: "Qingwei is a company with great potential. It has a good reputation in China, but it is only limited to China. I have investigated carefully, and your technology and engineering level have not yet reached the standard for developing islands. With my financial support, it is difficult to catch up with other big companies in the short term, and the success rate of the bidding is not high.”
Bolin said quickly: "Mr. Wen, as long as we have your support, I believe we can win several major projects. As for technology, we can recruit talents across the country and rebuild the team. Although the time is a bit rushed, it may not fail to meet expectations. ."
Wen Jingrong crossed his fingers and said plainly: "I won't consider venture capital investments with a success rate of less than 80%, let alone less than 60% of you." Although with his influence, he won one or two projects. It's not a problem, but there are too many problems to be solved in the later stage. If the construction period is delayed or the quality of the project is too poor, it will seriously affect the reputation of the company. A Qingwei is not qualified to risk his reputation.
Bo Lin was a little anxious. Without Wen Shang's funds and influence, it was almost impossible for them to win this project. Wen Jingrong clearly intended to cooperate at the reception, why did he change his attitude in just a few days
"Since President Wen has his own considerations, then Qingwei can only express regret." Bo Lin changed the topic and smiled, "President Wen, can I treat you to dinner tonight? President Ge will also go."
In fact, he didn't ask Ge Junxuan at all, he just wanted to use his name to invite Wen Jingrong.
Wen Jingrong was about to refuse when the phone suddenly rang, and the name displayed on the screen was - My dear Coco.
Wen Jingrong's original stern expression immediately softened, and he answered the channel: "Coco, what's the matter?"
"I'm going to make lunch, do you need me to prepare a bento for you?" Shang Ke asked on the other end of the phone.
"Of course, I can't ask for it." The tenderness in Wen Jingrong's eyes almost overflowed, and Bo Lin was shocked.
After finishing the call, Wen Jingrong returned to his usual sternness, and said to Bo Lin, "Sorry, I have something to do tonight, let's make an appointment next time."
Bo Lin clenched his fists, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and forced a smile: "If that's the case, then I won't bother."
Leaving Wen Shang, Bo Lin really hated that person named "Shang Ke", and every time he destroyed his good deeds at critical moments!
Shang Ke knew how upset he was when he saw the evil spirit on Bo Lin's body. Thanks to his blessing, he even added a little bit of evil spirit from him. If he leaves Wen Jingrong, he will not be able to absorb the evil spirit, but if it is someone near Wen Jingrong, as long as the evil spirit is strong enough, he can absorb it.
But unfortunately, most people do not have evil spirits under normal conditions, and even if they do, they will be purified by Wen Jingrong's blessings, so Shang Ke can only be starved for a long time, and recently only when Wen Jingrong returns home at night Maintain human form. Seeing that Bo Lin had bad intentions just now, he called Wen Jingrong with his magic power.
Since he promised to give Wen Jingrong a lunch, Shang Ke had to take his body and sneak home.
As a result, when Wen Jingrong was about to sign the document at noon, he found that his magic number pen had mysteriously disappeared again. He only used it not long ago, so it must have disappeared in the office. But apart from several executives of the company and Bolin, no one else entered his office that morning. Who among these people will move his pen
While Wen Jingrong was thinking, Shang Ke came to the company with a lunch.
Wen Jingrong mentioned this incident casually, and Shang Ke smiled and comforted: "It's okay, he belongs to you, and he won't leave you and run away."
Wen Jingrong suddenly came to him and asked in a low voice, "What about you, will you leave me and run away?"
"It depends on the situation." Shang Ke leaned back to avoid being directly hit by his blessing.
Seeing this, Wen Jingrong's eyes were dim, thinking that he had not fully accepted him, and he was a little disappointed.
"Stay with me in the afternoon, I'll get off work early and take you out for a walk."
"it is good."
Shang Ke stayed in Wen Jingrong's lounge in the afternoon, turned on the computer and sorted out the information of the unemployed. There were about 1,500 people. If the number of people who were eliminated in the final training was less than 500, his mission goal was achieved. All that's left is how to die.
The so-called difficult world has no more than several forms. First, the living environment is difficult, and it is possible to die at any time before completing the task; second, the identity is dark, and there are too many sins that need to be cleaned up; the third is the content of the task and death. No relationship. For example, in the second world, the task released by the system directly gives the customs clearance strategy, which is to donate the heart. In the world he is now experiencing, the task is to solve the unemployment problem of 1,000 people, and it has nothing to do with dying. Seemingly simple tasks are actually not easy to accomplish.
If Shang Ke was ruthless enough to choose to "die" in Wen Jingrong's hands, and use his own life to give the thousand people a chance to get out of the predicament, it would be considered "heroic" at the expense of the ego. As the protagonist of this world, Wen Jingrong has extremely strong luck. Working under him, as long as he fulfills his duties, it is enough to ensure his food and clothing.
But Shang Ke didn't want to do this. He would rather commit suicide than Wen Jingrong would feel guilty for "killing" him.
So, should he create an enemy for himself? Like Bolin
However, before Shang Ke started the action to make enemies, someone could not hold back and offered him heroic points.
Bo Lin has been secretly sending people to pay attention to Wen Jingrong's movements in order to find opportunities to approach, and accidentally discovered that Wen Jingrong was recently planning to build a handicraft workshop. This kind of handicraft workshop is really not worth his trouble. Later, when he learned that it was built for Shang Ke, Bo Lin suddenly realized that, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel even more resentful.
He disdains the multi-billion-dollar project, but this kind of pediatrics with only tens of millions of dollars makes him do it himself. As a mercenary businessman, has he been carried away by love
Bo Lin invited Wen Jingrong many times, but he refused. After confirming that there is no hope for cooperation, Bo Lin decided to take a sigh of relief for himself.
He called his friends on the underworld: "Brother Xiong? I'm Bo Lin, um... I want to ask you a favor... Don't worry, money is not a problem... "
Half a month later, a fire broke out in the renovated workshop. Wen Jingrong was working overtime in the company at the time. After hearing the news, he drove over immediately. Shang Ke arrived at the fire scene one step ahead of him, because he realized that the opportunity to die had appeared.
In the workshop of the workshop, forty or fifty people moved in early and were responsible for cleaning and taking care of the equipment. When the fire broke out, they were resting in their rooms, and the alarm bell was moved. They didn't realize the danger until the fire surrounded the workshop. It's too late.
When Shang Ke arrived, there were a lot of people watching the fun outside the factory. He probed with magic power, and there were more than a dozen people trapped inside. Without saying a word, Shang Ke resolutely rushed into the fire under the horrified eyes of everyone.
Brothers, hold on, the dead hero is here!
Shang Ke is now a body that gathers spirits and is not afraid of flames, but it takes a lot of mana to protect others from the burning of flames. In order to complete the task, he also worked hard!
A few minutes later, Shang Ke rushed out of the fire with a wet man on his back. Quickly put down the man, waiting for everyone to react, then turned around and rushed into the fire.
The fire was burning wildly, and the rolling heat wave rushed towards the face, causing the audience to feel the pain, but Shang Ke was like a flame messenger, shuttled through the fire without fear, maintaining a speed of one every three minutes to rescue the trapped By. The figure bathed in fire left a dazzling brilliance in the red world.
Everyone took out their mobile phones and took this amazing picture as a permanent photo.
When Shang Ke rushed into the fire for the third time, Wen Jingrong and the fire department arrived at almost the same time. As soon as he got out of the car, Wen Jingrong heard everyone talking excitedly about someone's heroic deeds. He didn't care at first until he saw a familiar figure appear in the burning fire...
"Coco!" Wen Jingrong could hardly believe his eyes, the person in the flame was his Coco
Wen Jingrong's mind went blank, and he was about to rush in without even thinking about it, but was stopped by the firefighters beside him.
But how agile Wen Jingrong was, several firefighters couldn't stop him at all, he broke free in the blink of an eye, and then watched in horror as he rushed into the fire.
A firefighter responded quickly, picked up the hose and sprayed it on Wen Jingrong.
"What are you rushing in for?" Shang Ke stared at the desperate man in front of him.
Wen Jingrong was even more furious: It's justified that you came here to kill yourself! What about going home and waiting for him to eat? Are you going to give him a fiery kebab
"This sentence should be asked by me!" Wen Jingrong almost rudely pulled the man on his shoulder, and shouted angrily, "Go, go out and talk about it!"
Shang Ke could feel the suffocating energy emerging from his body, looking at his red-hot skin, he didn't dare to waste time, and rushed outside with quick steps beside him.
Seeing that he was about to break out of the fire, a piece of the ceiling on his head suddenly fell off and smashed straight at Wen Jingrong.
"Be careful!" Shang Shang pushed Wen Jingrong away, but he was hit by the ceiling.
"Coco!" Wen Jingrong's eyes turned blood red, and his heart almost stopped. He threw away the man who was in a semi-conscious state in his hand and rushed to Shang Ke's side.
Shang Ke was crushed under a heavy object, but he didn't actually feel much pain. Instead, it was Wen Jingrong's approach that made him suffer.
He raised his head and found that Wen Jingrong's hair had sparks, and if he continued to burn it, he might be going bald. He didn't like men with bald heads.
Shang Ke held Wen Jingrong's hand and blessed him with all of his few mana to protect him from the flames.
Wen Jingrong felt that his body was cool, and the surrounding flames seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier, and he could no longer get close.
He looked at Shang Ke in amazement, only to find that he seemed to be completely unaffected by the fire, his skin was white and red, and there was no trace of burns. Flirtatious look.
"Wen Jingrong, don't be in a daze, leave quickly." Shang Ke said in a low voice.
"Let's go together." Wen Jingrong got up and raised his feet, kicked away the things that were pressing on Shang Ke's body, then stretched out his arms to pick him up, and was about to take him out in a hurry, when he suddenly felt that his hands were empty. Shang Ke, who was in his arms, dissipated little by little in front of his eyes like smoke and dust.
Immediately after hearing a bang, an item fell to the ground.
Wen Jingrong looked down and saw that it was the magic number pen that he often wore on his sleeve! The living lover suddenly turned into a pen, and because of Wen Jingrong's psychological quality, he was a little confused for a while.
He subconsciously touched his sleeve, and sure enough, he felt empty.
Wen Jingrong picked up the magic number pen on the ground tremblingly, his eyes were full of shock, and his mind was in chaos. What immediately made him flustered was that the body of this magic number pen gradually became stained and smudged, no longer its former luster, as if its lifespan was about to end.
[Wen Jingrong, leave quickly.]Shang Ke's murmur-like urging sound came from his ears again.
Wen Jingrong came back to his senses, carefully put the magic number pen into his pocket, then picked up the man on the ground, and quickly rushed out of the fire...