Zhuang Baihua chattered all night and his mouth was dry.
What he said to the seven children was also what he said to himself: since he had come to the world in this book, he should live seriously and make the best of it.
Zhuang Baihua wanted to work hard, but he was exhausted after working all night. He originally wanted to go to the company to take a look, but he really couldn't hold on.
So Zhuang Baihua, who had never been late or left early in all these years of work, returned home feeling guilty.
The domineering president naturally has more than one property. The Zhuang family has a large house left over from the last century, with pavilions and towers. The original owner did not live there, but liked to return to the apartment in the city center.
It's a large flat in a high-rise building with a broad view, and you can take in the bustling city. It has good property services and is close to the company, so it's comfortable to live in.
Zhuang Baihua used his iris to unlock the door and entered the house. Standing in the entrance hall, he saw the blue sky and the sun outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room. He couldn't help but sigh, what evil rich people are.
Zhuang Baihua did not rush to rest, but inspected the house inside and out.
The original owner in the book was one of the five paranoid bosses. He behaved in an extreme way and was mentally ill. In addition, the original owner was a domineering president. As a domineering president, he was full of arrogance and had many means.
At the same time, the boss also has a secret skill passed down from his ancestors, which is to lock people up in a small dark room.
The original owner really liked to lock people up in a small dark room, especially after meeting Chi Yue, she arrested him and locked him up several times, and before each lockup, she threatened: "Beg me, beg me and I will let you go."
Chi Yue is a tenacious little white flower. Even if her face is pale and her lips are colorless, she will not bow her head and beg the original owner.
So the original owner locked Chi Yue in a small dark room for a week. Finally, he opened the door, leaned against the wall, raised his chin and looked at the exhausted Chi Yue, feeling the pleasure of being superior.
This is what paranoid literature is like. The more you like it, the more tormenting it is. The original owner hoped to make Chi Yue submit to him by torturing her in the small dark room.
The more Chi Yue resisted, the more excited he became, and in the end he wanted to tie Chi Yue up for 24 hours.
This is illegal.
Zhuang Baihua thought angrily.
The crime of illegal detention is punishable by imprisonment of not more than three years, and if it causes injury, the punishment will be more severe.
Zhuang Baihua strongly disagreed with the original owner's approach, so he searched the apartment, hoping to find the legendary little dark room.
But he walked around for a long time and looked at every room, and everything looked normal.
Zhuang Baihua even felt around the corners and under the tables, fearing that there might be some hidden mechanism.
Not to mention the small dark room, not even a mosquito was found. After working for a long time and finding nothing, Zhuang Baihua finally admitted that there was nothing strange about the apartment.
Zhuang Baihua rubbed his lower back and prepared to take a shower and have a nap.
He spent a long time studying how to use the smart bathing system in the bathroom, and was startled when the shower head started to dispense water automatically.
Zhuang Baihua: “…”
Having received a fixed salary for six years, he feels like a country bumpkin.
Zhuang Baihua quickly took a shower and lay down on the bed to sleep.
When he woke up again, it was already noon. He had come out of the club early in the morning and had slept for five hours in total. Although it was not enough, Zhuang Baihua had other plans in the afternoon, so he quickly got up and changed his clothes.
He walked into the cloakroom from the side door of the bedroom and stared at the rows of suits.
He picked out a shirt and suit to change into, fixed his hair, and looked at himself in the mirror. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a handsome face.
Fortunately, he not only has the same name as the original owner, but also looks the same, except that the original owner is violent and gloomy, with a hostile look on his face, making him look a little fierce.
Director Zhuang is very amiable. The older sisters in the street all say that he has a look that represents peace and prosperity, and is particularly likable.
Zhuang Baihua touched his face, adjusted his expression, and walked out with dignity.
As soon as he walked into the living room, his cell phone rang at the right time.
Zhuang Baihua's personal secretary called and said that lunch had been arranged and the driver was on the way, so please wait for a quarter of an hour.
The well-trained secretary was so professional that Zhuang Baihua immediately spoke highly of her.
Zhuang Baihua remembered that the secretary's surname was Chen, and his name was Chen Wang. The original owner was the president and had a large group of secretaries and assistants, but some personal matters were handled by Chen Wang alone.
The driver came to pick up Zhuang Baihua and drove directly to the restaurant. After Zhuang Baihua finished his meal, he continued to drive the president to the company.
When he arrived at the company, Zhuang Baihua looked at the towering building and let out a long sigh. The community he previously managed was very large, with tens of thousands of residents, no worse than a domineering CEO managing a company. He will continue to shine in his new position and serve the people.
Normally, the original owner would take the exclusive elevator directly from the parking lot to the upper floors, but Zhuang Baihua was not familiar with it and went directly into the office building through the main entrance.
The security guard at the door was a young man. He came forward with his head down to open the door for Zhuang Baihua. Zhuang Baihua glanced at him and wondered why this security guard was so timid and had no spirit at all.
Zhuang Baihua originally wanted to cheer him up, but then he saw a red scar on the security guard's forehead, which should have been fair, running from the middle of the forehead to the right to the side of the end of the eyebrow.
When the security guard saw Zhuang Baihua looking at him, he quickly lowered his head and pulled down his hat to cover his scar.
Zhuang Baihua knew that it was impolite to stare at others at this time, so he turned his head and looked straight ahead, then walked into the hall.
When the employees in the company lobby saw Zhuang Baihua, they immediately stopped and greeted him respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Zhuang!"
Zhuang Baihua smiled and raised his hand to respond: "Thank you for your hard work, comrades."
staff:"… "
Zhuang Baihua took the elevator to the upper floors. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator and onto the carpet on the upper floors, Chen Wang came up to him and asked, "Boss Zhuang, how was your sleep last night?"
Secretary Chen arranged the club entertainment for the president last night. Secretary Chen received news in the morning that the president stayed there the whole night, so he must have been very satisfied.
Zhuang Baihua didn't want to bring that up. It was too tiring to persuade seven people at the same time. "Seven is still too many."
Chen Wang: "... Mr. Zhuang is really full of energy."
This floor is all the president's office, and everyone is serving the president. Zhuang Baihua walked into the office and sat down in front of the large desk. Secretary Chen said, "Please wait a moment, President Zhuang. I'll make you some coffee."
Zhuang Baihua asked, "Is there any tea?"
Chen Wang was stunned. The president didn't like drinking tea before, he only drank coffee. He specially learned a set of hand-brewed coffee skills. Why did he change to drinking tea now
A competent secretary would not question her boss. Secretary Chen smiled and said, "Yes, please wait a moment."
Secretary Chen went to the tea room and came back with a cup of tea.
Fortunately, there is tea in the tea room, but the quality is not that good. I wonder if the president is satisfied with it.
And you can only use a coffee cup to make it.
Zhuang Baihua looked down at the crystal clear white porcelain cup, then raised his head and asked, "Do you have a thermos cup?"
"What?" Chen Wang didn't understand.
"Thermos cup, it can keep things warm." Zhuang Baihua gestured.
Secretary Chen blinked. It was not that he did not understand what a thermos cup was, but he did not expect the CEO to ask for one…
The president must have whatever he wants, but after searching the entire president's office, he only found a brand new cup, which was given by an employee who was taking care of his baby at home when he bought milk powder.
There are even little pink flowers printed on the cup.
You can't give this to the president, so Chen Wang wanted to send someone to buy it immediately. However, Zhuang Baihua, who was walking out of the office, saw him and waved at him.
"That's it. That's it."
So Secretary Chen watched as the president poured the tea into the thermos, blew some white air at the mouth of the cup, took a sip of tea, closed the lid tightly, and then held the cup in his hand with a satisfied expression.
Zhuang Baihua: "Just add some wolfberry."
Chen Wang: “…”
Secretary Chen recalled the scene of the president leaning against the French window shaking a glass of red wine, what a life of decadence and debauchery. Then he looked at the small pink flower thermos and comforted himself that people's preferences change.
Zhuang Baihua sent his secretary away and checked the files on his computer while drinking tea.
Hmm... I don't understand.
Zhuang's company is mainly engaged in trade. In the past few years, it has taken a share of the Internet trend and operates e-commerce business. Zhuang Baihua is very patient and will study hard even if he does not understand something.
He came late, ate a lot at noon, and didn't feel hungry even after reading documents all afternoon, and he kept reading until the sun went down.
The work in the community is numerous and diverse. When Zhuang Baihua was the director, he often came home late and had become accustomed to working overtime.
He looked up from his desk, noting that it was getting dark outside, and rubbed his hand behind his neck.
According to Secretary Chen, there was originally a dinner party in the evening, but the president consumed too much energy in the club yesterday, so today's dinner party can be postponed.
Zhuang Baihua agreed with this and reduced official dinners to put an end to extravagance and waste.
Zhuang Baihua sent Secretary Chen to the staff cafeteria to bring him a box lunch. Chen Wang fell into a trance again.
The president had never had such a makeshift meal before.
Zhuang Baihua took the lunch box and saw a door on the side of the office. He thought it must be the lounge, so he opened the door and walked in with the lunch box.
It was indeed a spacious room with a sofa, a projector, a wine cabinet, and even a single bed.
Zhuang Baihua sat down on the sofa, opened his lunch box and started eating.
Secretary Chen did not dare to neglect even though it was a box lunch. Braised beef, egg dumplings, and vegetable salad were neatly arranged in the lunch box. They were bright in color and tempting in taste. Zhuang Baihua finished it in no time, wiped his mouth, patted his stomach, and sat on the sofa for a while.
Although he got into the role quickly, he inevitably felt confused.
He traveled through time like this. What would he do with his community work? Who would take care of his parents
Zhuang Baihua was adjusting his mood in the lounge. He raised his eyes casually and his gaze fell on the wall next to him, then suddenly paused.
The walls here were covered with wallpaper, which looked very neat at first glance. Zhuang Baihua stood up and touched the wallpaper with his fingers.
Sure enough, there was a crack.
There were several cuts on the wallpaper, which together formed the shape of a door.
Wow, there really is a secret door.
Zhuang Baihua tried to feel around the crack in the door and found a dent. He then pried open the cover and revealed the identity recognition system underneath.
Zhuang Baihua passed the iris recognition, the secret door opened instantly, and a black hole appeared on the wall.
He turned into the black hole and arrived at another room. Five minutes later, he came out of the dark room angrily, slammed the door, and called Secretary Chen in.
"What do you want me to do? Mr. Zhuang." Secretary Chen seemed to know the existence of the dark room. He stood by the wall with a normal expression.
Zhuang Baihua asked him, "Do you have a paintbrush?"
Secretary Chen was stunned. He really didn't understand this time: "What is a paint brush?"
"It's a paintbrush. You also need paint." Zhuang Baihua thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. It's hard to get. Do you have a brush?"
Secretary Chen shook his head. Who carries a brush with them these days
"You should have a marker, right? I want a thick one."
Secretary Chen nodded and quickly took a marker from outside and handed it to Zhuang Baihua.
Zhuang Baihua opened the marker pen and with a flourish, he wrote a word on the secret door on the wall with great vigor and power.
"dismantle."
After writing, he drew a circle on the word "裂字" and added a slash in the circle.
Secretary Chen: “…”