Han Dongsheng sent a message to Yu Lanchuan, saying that when the situation changed, Yu Lanchuan had just walked out of the conference room and almost bumped into the assistant who was serving the coffee.
"President Yu, do you still want coffee?"
Yu Lanchuan's mouth was full of the bitter taste of coffee. He smelled the stuff and felt a little nauseated. He turned his head back, waved his hand, and quickly returned a message to Han Dongsheng. Then he contacted the Beggar Gang and Yu Yan outside the venue and went to the bathroom to wash up. face. Back in the office, before taking a deep breath, he realized that the project director he had just supported at the meeting had been waiting for a long time.
The project directors are all "foreign officials" to the outside world, and they are responsible for one side of the country, but in fact, their lives are not so beautiful. Unless they have outstanding performance or the boss's cronies, they will be stationed in the project all the year round, and there is no one in the "DPRK", right The communication channel of the superior is not smooth, and every time I go back to the group headquarters to grab resources, I have to cross the sea and break my head.
The director is running an elderly care and health care project, but in the past two years, the entire group has been leaning in the direction of light assets, and all the stalls involving real estate are raised by stepmothers. He consciously has a personal relationship with Yu Lanchuan—Yu Lanchuan abides by the rules of the workplace elite, the entire risk control department is thriving, like Jin Yiwei, and he has a personal relationship with everyone—I didn’t expect Yu Lanchuan to lead the entire department to work overtime for two nights, and on the board of directors. Stand up for yourself.
"Mr. Yu, it's been hard work." The project director warmly greeted him, "When will you be rewarded, and would you like to have a meal?"
Yu Lanchuan smiled professionally: "Mr. Bian is very polite."
The project director sat down in his office and found that there were several advertising flyers on his desk, selling health care products, selling magnetic therapy equipment, and one called "Elysium", the flyer said: "You Have you retired at home and don’t know what to do with your life? Do you have children and grandchildren around your knees and are still lonely? Do you feel that you are becoming a superfluous person who can only find a rare sense of existence in front of those rhetoric liars?”
The flyer of "Elysium" is extremely well-printed, and the project director picked it up and looked at it and smiled: "This is similar to the advertising idea of our project, what is it for sale? It looks quite high-end - I have a relative in my family who has a dozen of them. These things, the coffins were all deceived, to tell you the truth, many of our propaganda strategies followed them to steal teachers."
"Where," Yu Lanchuan said, "it's not high-end, it's just an ordinary cult."
Project Director:"… "
"A friend of mine is a police officer who was recently seized, and it happens that Mr. Bian is here today. I'll show it to you - isn't this the topic you've been hyping up recently?" Yu Lanchuan said, "I heard that you are planning to make a public welfare film. , tell me in detail, is it on record, is there a script?"
The project director smiled at him and said, "I'm ready, but I haven't said anything else. We spent a long time in the budget, and we got enough funds for the record. Mr. Yu, we stepmothers picked it up. My son, it's not easy to get along in the group, so I will flatter you more in the future."
Yu Lanchuan smiled at him inexplicably: "Don't say a few words like this, Mr. Bian, they all work for the boss. What am I? If I hear too much, I should be blown away."
Seeing that he didn't eat this set, the project director immediately retreated as if nothing was happening: "That's it, that's it."
"This year's life is not easy, and next year is not necessarily optimistic. Everyone is bragging at the meeting, and they all want to occupy resources first, in case they can blindly spy on the next outlet. I am a person who does not like adventure, and I don't want to touch it. I know something, so I chose our side." Yu Lanchuan pushed his glasses, "But the more the resources of the group are tilted, the heavier the task will be for you. Today the cows blow it out for you, and in the end, the return on investment is not good, the two of us. No one can explain it, Mr. Bian, with the door closed, let's find out."
The project director sighed: "Mr. Yu, the group's assessment standards are not fair. Everything depends on the return on investment. The industry is different... There is no comparability!"
"The industry is different, the banknotes of the shareholders are the same, and the water flows down." Yu Lanchuan said, "In fact, there has been a lot of noise within the group, and we want to sell a certain percentage of traditional sectors..."
The project director was immediately anxious: "We are not a traditional sector, we have a new concept!"
"Don't get excited, Brother Bian," Yu Lanchuan changed his name imperceptibly, stood up and poured him a cup of tea, "We all know what 'concept' is about, so don't use it to coax me."
The project director wiped his face.
In front of him, Yu Lanchuan opened the tablet, called up the project PPT that they were bragging about at the meeting, and pressed the tablet on the dozens of health care products and cult leaflets: "Unless you can really achieve this."
The project director's eyes jumped, and his eyes fell on the PPT page.
Selling their own Amway to the group is all about madly relying on "tall and high". Any term in today's society is popular, and it's hot. If it's not next to it, I just save a similar word and push it up. , can not appear as foreign as others.
The PPT on the page that Yu Lanchuan turned to was particularly shameless, with the title "Connecting Horizontally and Vertically, Combining Cultural Industry to Create Real Estate IP".
Who added this sentence, the project director can't remember, staring at the tablet computer pressed on the flyer for a long time. He was numb to this kind of unexplainable nouns, and the people below added it all at once. He didn't think about it when he reviewed it. He didn't expect the bosses to take it seriously. In order to smooth the game, I almost couldn't get off the conference table.
The project director said: "The elderly care services on the market now mainly focus on the 'disabled elderly' - those who have no self-care ability, their children are busy with work and can't take care of them, so they think of nursing homes - but we did At the time of the feasibility report, it was believed that there were not many services for the elderly who were healthy and able to take care of themselves, and the market had blind spots.”
Yu Lanchuan rested his elbows on the table and said calmly: "Investors think that the target customer group is not ideal, because these people are conservative, stingy, have limited spending power, and the rate of return will not be good."
"This is a stereotype. Just look at those avid health care product enthusiasts, it's not that the market has no potential, it's that you haven't tapped these people's points. What I thought at the time was, don't we also have cultural companies under our group? Sales budget It is given to everyone, and the fat water does not flow to outsiders, so I discussed with them and asked them to help make a small movie with a small cost. The project director gave a wry smile, "Okay, this time it has become one of the key tasks of the year, isn't it inexplicable."
With a face of "it's none of his business", Yu Lanchuan didn't feel inexplicable at all, and raised his eyebrows pretending to be puzzled: "The group's financial support has been won for you, the task has been bookmarked, what difficulties are there? ? Brother Bian, I thought money was everything."
The project director gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeves: "Okay, this year we will go all out to grab business with these health care product sellers."
Yu Lanchuan smiled inexplicably: "That sounds really unmotivated."
"Yeah, why do we want to grab business with these swindlers? I just had dinner with the boss of the commodity exchange last week. They have a lot of bad people and bad things. Every once in a while, I meet a few people who jump off the building and drink pesticides. They have a good relationship with the police. ."
Yu Lanchuan nodded: "The old man from the cultural sector is on a business trip today, and I'll invite him for a teleconference."
"Yes, if they want to film these, they have to say hello to the public security department." The project director said, "If they can really push the city to organize a wave of crackdowns, it's just right to publicize it together. Then... hurry up? I'll call right now."
Yu Lanchuan: "The military order is hanging on our heads."
After sending away the familiar Mr. Bian and ending the conference call, the lights in the CBD were already on, and all kinds of food delivery workers lined up downstairs to call someone to pick up the meal.
Yu Lanchuan's lower back was stiff, he stood up and stretched it twice, picked up his jacket, and took a moment to glance at his phone. Han Dongsheng was silent, and the last message from the beggar gang was "smooth".
It is certain that it will go smoothly. Yu Lanchuan believes that the biggest difficulty in this matter is to bring the police to find the den of these cultists.
Counting the time, Lao Yang and the others should work together inside and out, and they should have already wiped out this cult den.
But one den has been cleared, and there are still thousands of dens hidden in the streets and alleys. Yu Yan is right, if there is no large-scale crackdown, they will be like wild grass blown by the spring breeze.
If only it could be smoother...
Yu Lanchuan sent Yu Yan a WeChat message and said, "Is it over? The 'strike hard' you want may be in play."
In this era, justice and righteousness must be supported by the logic of capital, otherwise no one will help him shout, and no one will pay attention to him. If a person simply promotes ideas and public welfare, then people often think that he is not a student or that he is planning to pick quarrels and stir up trouble.
Yu Lanchuan poured the tea roots into the flowerpot and thought to himself: Is there an egg for the command of the leader
At this moment, Yu Yan may have seen his message and called back.
"Hey… "
There was a lot of noise over the phone, and Yu Yan shouted into the receiver, "Lan Ye, did you find Teacher Mengmeng!"
Yu Lanchuan: "... ah?"
"Damn it, that's not the point... The building is about to burn down." Yu Yan's voice was a little farther away, and he was shouting to someone on the phone, "How long will it take for the fire brigade to arrive? Such a big fire can't be beat. Can't hold back! The people inside quickly come out!"
Yu Lanchuan: "It's on fire? Where's the fire, what's wrong..."
Before he could finish a sentence, there was an ominous loud noise on the other end of the phone.
Someone exclaimed: "It collapsed!"
Yu Yan scolded something, said "Go back and tell you", and hung up the phone in a hurry.
Yu Lanchuan was stunned for two seconds, then ran out.
In the precarious small building, Han Dongsheng's loss of strength is a trivial matter, and what is more serious than this is that he is dehydrated.
He used to sweat more than others, and when he was running around the fire, his whole body was roasted to the point of being scorched outside and tender inside. This would lighten his shoulders. Mr. Zhou was picked up, and his brain seemed to be forcibly shut down and immediately lost. control over the body.
Han Dongsheng staggered two steps and fell to the ground, all the voices in his ears condensed into a line and left him.
The fire had already burned to this side, and the sheets that had been left outside were scorched by the evaporated moisture, and people were shouting loudly.
But the ceiling of this building is too high, the fire on the first floor is burning over, and the people below can't come up at all.
A large piece of the shoddy ceiling fell, and Gan Qing used the three-edged thorn snatched from the black-robed man to open it, and she was covered in ashes. She accidentally took a breath of smoke and nearly coughed up her lungs.
The ground under my feet trembled, and the small building started to collapse from the other side. However, the sound of wood breaking kept approaching. The fierce tongue of fire ate away everything on the way. She even smelled mush.
"Hey!"
In desperation, Gan Qing grabbed Han Dongsheng by the back of the neck. However, Big Brother Han's weight was about twice that of his father-in-law. When Gan Qing's claws went down, Han Dongsheng himself did not move at all, but he was already somewhat open. Her shirt was torn by her.
Han Dongsheng's heart was beating "suddenly", his hands and feet were as soft as noodles, he tried to stand up several times, but his body didn't obey. One after another phantom flashed before his eyes.
He suddenly had an illusion, as if it was not the first time that he was knocked to the ground by something, lying like a dog in a desperate situation and couldn't get up.
He seemed to be used to this posture.
Han Dongsheng murmured: "Let's go... let's go your... "
The three-edged thorn couldn't hold it anymore, Gan Qing threw the thing away and coughed twice: "What did you say?"
Han Dongsheng's elbow that was on the ground began to sway, and his right arm softened first: "I..."
With a "crack", Gan Qing turned back abruptly, the window lattice near them was deformed, and the alloy window frame was about to be fractured. The yellowed ceiling above their heads cracked, and a dark gap chased them right in front of them.
"I want to beg you..." Han Dongsheng said almost inaudibly. He didn't know if Gan Qing could hear him, and he couldn't sort out his chaotic thoughts for a while. He just felt that he seemed to have a lot of things he couldn't put down. But he didn't know where to start, so he suddenly said, "Tell Beibei... the money is not there... not in the stock market... "
Where is this going
Gan Qing was at a loss, and she couldn't figure it out, so she started directly—threw out a few small blades and pinned a row between Han Dongsheng's fingers.
If it is said that the fingers are connected to the heart, then the connection between the tender flesh between the fingers may be the soul.
Han Dongsheng was caught off guard, the muttering in his throat turned into a scream, and the vitality of the whole body was revived under the severe stimulation.
His gray face was visibly bloodshot, and he raised his head sharply.
The ruthless witch said expressionlessly, "Oh, no thanks."
Han Dongsheng roared loudly, and his contracted fingers left a row of bloody handprints on the ground. He slammed on the ground and propped himself up.
At this moment, the alloy window frame was completely broken, crushed by the glass squeezed in the middle, wooden beams and boulders smashed down—
Han Dongsheng: "Let-open!"
Gan Qing responded and gave way, Han Dongsheng held his head, like a huge cannonball, blasted past her, knocked the loose wood and stone out of a human-shaped hole, and fell straight down, Gan Qing no longer hesitated. , followed him and drilled out.
There was another loud noise, and the small building was completely in ruins.
The people who were rescued and rescued spread their feet and fled the scene one after another. Some people turned back in panic and looked at the fire—the snow-white "Elysium" tore off the wall, revealing hideous faces.
It was like Nanke Yimeng ignited by the fire of karma.
For the first time, Yu Lanchuan regretted that he had rented out the car in order to save money. In a hurry, he borrowed a car from a colleague and drove to the den in Elysium.
"The number you have dial can not be reached-"
This woman's mobile phone seems to be specially used for cheating in the circle of friends. If something happens, her phone will never be connected!
Yu Lanchuan remembered Gan Qing's message that he didn't go to the village in front of him or the store in the back, and almost smashed his phone out.
At this moment, his phone rang again, and Yu Lanchuan hurriedly hooked back the phone that he had almost thrown away: "Hello?"
"It's me." Yu Yan said quickly, "Something went wrong."
"what's the situation?"
"These cultists are more mad than we thought. They thought they were trying to cheat some money, but just now there was someone. Seeing that they couldn't escape, they set the house on fire and wanted to take advantage of us to put out fires and save people. Teacher Mengmeng and Lao Han They're all in the fire, and the building just collapsed..."
Yu Lanchuan's pupils shrank suddenly. At this moment, he happened to drive to the intersection, the traffic light changed color, the car in front had stopped, and he stepped on the brake to the end, and the wheel and the ground made a sour friction sound.
"Hey, hey, Master Lan? Are you alright?" Yu Yan on the other end of the phone heard the brakes on his side. "You, you, pay attention to traffic safety!"
For a moment, Yu Lanchuan's ears seemed to be blocked by something, and Yu Yan's chatter on the phone became blurred. He seemed to have been punched in the face, and he couldn't hold the steering wheel with both hands.
At this moment, the lights at the intersection changed, and the car behind honked impatiently. Yu Lanchuan was awakened by the screeching sound and briefly regained his hearing.
I only heard Yu Yan's final voice on the phone: "... I was sent to the nearest hospital for rescue."