"Mr. Wen, we have already negotiated with Jitong Township. If everything goes well, construction can start in a week." Secretary Tong Fei passed the document to Wen Jingrong while reporting.
"Agreed?" Wen Jingrong doubted, "No accident happened in the middle? Wasn't there someone who was petitioning before?"
petition? what's the situation? Shang Ke, who was leaning on Wen Jingrong's finger, muttered to himself.
The system immediately answered: [Jitong Township is a new project that Wen Jingrong is planning to develop. Due to the firm opposition of most villagers, no one has successfully acquired this area.]
"It's also luck." Tong Fei explained with a strange expression, "Those villagers did intend to petition, but before leaving, the century-old tree they regarded as the patron saint was suddenly split in half by lightning. , and then the livestock in many villagers' homes were infected with the plague one after another and suffered heavy losses. Many people said it was God's will, and then they agreed to accept our acquisition."
"No objection to our purchase price?"
"Yes."
Wen Jingrong is silent: Why is it smoother than in the previous life? At the beginning, in order to consume the blessings from his body, he tried his best to be a profiteer and did evil by unscrupulous means. For example, in this acquisition, he kept the price very low and prepared a forced demolition team. As a result, the acquisition was successful without using any means
"The contract is also signed?" Wen Jingrong asked again.
"Yes." Tong Fei glanced at Wen Jingrong strangely, why did the boss look unhappy at all? It stands to reason that this project can be done with little effort at a price lower than the standard 20%, which is enough to be regarded as the most successful and luckiest acquisition case by the industry.
Wen Jingrong said with a sullen face, "In addition, help me to draft an additional contract, and each family will be compensated 1,000 yen per square meter."
"… What?" Tong Fei felt that he heard it wrong.
Wen Jingrong's eyes narrowed: "If your ears are not good, go to the hospital for treatment."
However, even if he would be killed by the boss's eyes, Tong Fei would have to confirm it again and add an additional 1,000 yen per square meter, which is a difference of hundreds of millions!
"Please repeat Mr. Wen, let me record it." After finally getting used to the boss's treacherous and shameless, Secretary Tong couldn't adapt to this sudden generosity and selflessness.
"Help me draw up an additional contract, and each family will be compensated 1,000 RMB per square meter." Before Wen Jingrong spoke, a certain universal "fu" pen had already turned on its own recording function.
Wen Jingrong looked at the magic number pen in his hand in surprise. His Coco can already speak with voice
"Thank you, President Wen." Tong Fei calmly recorded this speech into his portable computer.
"One more thing, Chairman Chen cancelled tomorrow's dinner with you due to a temporary emergency. Do you need me to help you make another appointment?"
Who is Chairman Chen? You can still try to search for memory.
The system immediately answered: [Chen Jimin, the newly appointed chairman of the political commissar of Linyang City, has corrupted and accepted bribes, has corrupt morals, and will be double-regulated in the fight against corruption and pornography in a few years.]
Shang Ke: "… "
Wen Jingrong said in a muffled voice, "No need to make an appointment, no need to make an appointment in the future!"
Tong Fei paused for a while, then said, "In addition..."
"Also? Why are there so many things today?" Wen Jingrong's face was deadly.
Tong Fei was silent for a moment, but finally he risked his death to remonstrate: "You canceled the plan to build a hospital two months ago, and were ready to invest in the chemical industry abroad, but unfortunately, the chemical plants you are looking at are either outdated in technology and face the Closing down, or being ordered to rectify because of pollution problems, the investment value has basically lost, is Mr. Wen considering choosing a new investment project?"
Wen Jingrong: "... Cancel it and continue building the hospital."
Shang Ke: "… "
"Okay." Tong Fei did not express any objection to the boss's capriciousness, dutifully made records, and then bowed out.
When Tong Fei left the office, Shang Ke used the voice function of the magic pen to ask, "What have you done in the years I left?"
"What?" Wen Jingrong pretended to be calm.
"Forcibly acquired land, interacted with ZF officials with bad morals, and invested in polluting projects." Shang Ke remembered that although someone was a bit scumbag, he was not so unscrupulous as to touch the bottom line of morality.
"After I lost you, I was confused all day, often making wrong decisions, resulting in losses for the company and a decline in performance." Wen Jingrong covered his forehead with a heavy expression.
System: [Before Wen Jingrong's death, Wen's enterprise had developed into the world's top ten super giants, with daily progress and gold, and a wealth that could rival the country.]
Shang Ke: "… "
"Fortunately, you are back, Coco." Wen Jingrong held the magic pen and said affectionately, "As long as you are by your side, I believe that I will be able to run the company well, make a lot of money, and let you live without food and clothing."
Shang Ke: Haha, the expression is perfect. The credibility of this promise reached 99.99%, and the remaining 0.01% was to not make him too proud.
If there is no system narration, he may really believe it. But it now appears that those plans were definitely not mistakes, but intentional.
Shang Ke remembered what he said: "I will find a way to remove the blessings from my body and prevent you from any harm."
Obviously, these "wrong" decisions are someone's means of eliminating the blessing.
A fool, for the sake of a lover who may never be seen again, at the risk of jumping into the quagmire and destroying his future. If it weren't for his deep fortune, I'm afraid he would have really embarked on a road of no return.
"Coco?" Seeing that Shang Ke didn't respond for a long time, Wen Jingrong called out tentatively.
Shang Ke was angry and distressed, and didn't want to ignore him.
"Coco, why don't you talk?" Wen Jingrong turned on the computer screen, "I downloaded a new game yesterday, shall we play together?"
Playing with wool, what does it look like to sit in the office every day and play games like a dignified company president? !
"Work hard, you'll be off work in two hours." Shang Ke reminded in a vicious voice.
"...Oh." Really don't play games? The download this time is the most popular large-scale online game. You can fight monsters and upgrade together to see the scenery, and get married by the way...
Swish swish, dozens of files pop up automatically, occupying the entire computer screen.
Wen Jingrong: "Coco, shall we skip work today?"
Shang Ke: "I promised to make a lot of money, so that I can live without food and clothing for the rest of my life?"
Wen Jingrong immediately said: "Work comes first!" Although he can make money every minute, he can't be too relaxed, otherwise Coco won't feel distressed.
In the previous life, in order to get rid of Fuguang, Wen Jingrong could be said to have tried his best to black out, but he did not wait for Coco until he died. In this life, Coco has washed away the evil spirits from his body. Not only is he no longer afraid of his blessings, but he needs to rely on it for cultivation. Therefore, he must remove all the hidden dangers left by his previous life as soon as possible, and complete his magnificent transformation from an unscrupulous businessman to a charity ambassador.
"Aisai, give me an inventory of how many welfare institutions there are in the country." Wen Jingrong took the time to make a video call to his right-hand man.
"What are you doing?" Ai Sai teased casually, "Could it be that Big Boss wants to support charity in his country?"
"Um."
"I said the big boss, although I am also a person with no morals, but I still sincerely suggest that you let go of those poor old and young, sick and disabled."
Wen Jingrong subconsciously put Coco in his palm, and said with a dark face, "I plan to establish a support fund to help some orphans and widows and out-of-school children in a targeted manner."
"… You forgot to take your medicine?"
Wen Jingrong's eyes were cold, and the villainous aura accumulated in the previous life suddenly burst out: "Aisai, who do you think you are talking to?"
"..." Ai Sai's smile froze, she put away her cynical expression, and said sternly, "Okay, I'll do it right away."
After finishing the call, the chill on Wen Jingrong's body still hadn't dissipated, and he looked like "Whoever dares to touch my bad head will die".
"You... what's the matter with this ghost look?" A mechanical sound suddenly came from the cuff.
Wen Jingrong's expression changed, and he turned into an idiot in seconds. A pair of crocodile-like eyes flashed with a harmless elk-like light: "What?"
Shang Ke: "...It's okay."
He suddenly discovered that although the splendid blessing was still there, someone's heart seemed to have signs of blackening...
She is charitable on the surface, but has no mercy in her heart. This is the conclusion that Shang Ke came to after a few days of silent observation. Only in front of him did Wen Jingrong's face show a hint of tenderness and tenderness. When dealing with other people or things, he always inadvertently showed an imperceptible coldness and arrogance.
Although he deliberately hides it, long-established habits are difficult to change in a short period of time. In Shang Ke's eyes, this man's temperament scrolls like a wind between tyrants and idiots every day.
"I heard that you recently donated a sum of money to the nursing home." Ge Junxuan looked at Wen Jingrong with concern, "Brother, are you not feeling well?"
Wen Jingrong glanced at him strangely: "You came to my house in the middle of the night just to greet my body?"
"No, I'm going to introduce you to a friend." Ge Junxuan showed a sincere smile of a professional pyramid scheme.
Wen Jingrong's answer was to directly close the door. Every time he saw Ge Junxuan with such a wretched smile saying that he wanted to introduce him to a friend, Wen Jingrong knew that he was so idle that he planned to pimp him.
"Wen Jingrong, are you still a man?" Ge Junxuan shouted while patting the door, "Every time I give you a chance to show off your prowess, you will be cowardly! Do you dare to stand up again? It's just a one-night stand, do you want to be so stubborn or not? change?"
"Crack!" The door suddenly opened, and a trash can flew out from inside, with Ge Junxuan's face in the middle, and then an angry shout: "Get out!"
Ge Junxuan touched his face, muttered a few times, and then walked away dejectedly.
He would come to Wen Jingrong every once in a while to find a draw, one is to pull his brother out of the pain of losing his lover, and the other is to ease the guilt in his heart. After all, Shang Ke's death was indirectly related to the person he once liked, not to mention that Shang Ke saved his life.
Although the man has been sent to prison, Ge Junxuan knows that Wen Jingrong's resentment has not been eliminated...
Wen Jingrong walked back to the room in a irritable mood, still carrying the sullen anger that hadn't dissipated.
After closing the door, I suddenly heard a rustling sound from the fitting room. His expression changed, and he walked lightly to the door of the fitting room. Through the crack of the door, he saw a slender figure, wearing a loose T-shirt, revealing two even long legs, walking barefoot on the dark plush On the blanket, the skin is so white, tender and delicate that people can't help but play.
Wen Jingrong took a deep breath and rushed behind the figure almost in the blink of an eye, turned him over, hugged his waist with one hand, held the back of his head with the other, and kissed him deeply.
"Coco..." Wen Jingrong pushed the person in his arms down on the table, rudely tore off the T-shirt he had just put on, grabbed his hands, and trapped him in a square inch. The desire that had accumulated for a long time, at this moment All erupted, giving him no chance to breathe at all, and began to plunder like a violent storm without reservation...
Shang Ke was enduring the dull pain and occupation from under him, so he just wanted to shout: mdzz, it's more simple and rude every time, don't you dare to make a tragic blow!