6/23, The Castle Hotel, Beijing time, 03:44
[Owl: Congratulations on finding a 6/23 Castle Medal!]
Zheng Luozhu breathed a sigh of relief in the sound of joy, and raised his hand to open the hidden items column of the stationery box.
At this point, the stationery box has hidden inventory, 13 grids, and it is full.
He is very happy, after all, after so many days of hard work, there is both a sense of relief and a sense of accomplishment.
But he couldn't show it, because there was not a trace of joy on Fan Peiyang's face.
"Boss," Zheng Luozhu decided to remind, "We have collected all the badges 1-13."
"Well." Fan Peiyang responded casually, obviously he was clear.
But his eyes were still very cold, like a wasteland in early winter, all the vivid and lively things were pressed under the snow and ice.
Zheng Luozhu calmed down and said no more.
"How many more days are there to open the list?" Fan Peiyang asked suddenly, his voice slightly lower.
When it comes to business affairs, Zheng Luozhu never dared to neglect, and immediately replied respectfully, "Three days."
Fan Peiyang tilted his head slightly and looked at the oil paintings on the wall, as if he was appreciating and thinking.
"Three days later, our score will be 9/23," Zheng Luozhu guessed what the boss cares about. "It's absolutely fine to enter the top five on the list, although the rewards will be less than the first place, but..."
"Get ready," Fan Peiyang interrupted lightly, "The day after tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, record twice." He was still looking at the oil painting in a trance, and his voice was calm, as if he was saying something very ordinary.
Zheng Luozhu was stunned for a moment, not sure if he was thinking right: "You mean..."
Fan Peiyang retracted his gaze, and for the first time really looked at Zheng Luozhu and the three people behind him: "Before the list starts, I want to return to the top of the list."
Word by word, no doubt.
Zheng Luozhu will not sing the opposite, after all, they are getting this salary: "Understood."
But money can buy his fighting power, but it can't corrode his soul...
Fan Peiyang: "Rewinder..."
Zheng Luozhu: "It has been locked. If you are annoying, we can go to clear the field first, and we will ensure that you can hand in the papers quietly."
Well, it didn't corrode his soul at all!
Beijing time, 04:27
[Owl: Congratulations on passing the test, the paper was successfully handed in on 6/23! Dear, see you tomorrow~~]
For the first time in so many days, Zheng Luozhu felt joy from the bottom of his heart when he congratulated him. They no longer need to repeatedly advance, retreat, and swipe levels on purpose, and they can finally rush forward without distractions.
What's behind 13/23? Nobody knows.
That's why it's expected.
Fan Peiyang picked up their car in five minutes and arrived at the place where they popped up after a phone call.
Two black Bentleys stopped smoothly in front of them, low-key and elegant.
In the driver's seat of the second Bentley, a gentle man with glasses came down. His hair was meticulously combed, and his suit was straight without any wrinkles. He didn't say much when he saw Fan Peiyang. He first handed the car keys to Zheng Luozhu, then turned around. Help Fan Peiyang open the rear door of the first car.
Fan Peiyang sat in, and the gentle man did not get into the second car, but also sat in the co-pilot seat of the first car.
When the car window was slowly rising, Zheng Luozhu heard him turn around and report to Fan Peiyang, "Mr. Tang's health is stable."
Fan Peiyang nodded, and the car window was completely closed at this time.
But Zheng Luozhu still caught the flashing temperature in Fan Peiyang's eyes when there was only the last gap left - just when he heard the word "Mr. Tang".
Zheng Luozhu and the remaining three got into the second Bentley, knowing without looking that their luggage must have been properly packed into the trunk.
Seeing the car in front drive away, Zheng Luozhu started the engine and followed steadily.
The three people who had been suppressed all night finally collapsed their straight waists, one in the co-pilot and two in the back row, neatly aligned and collapsed into three soft noodles.
"It's so hard to make some money these days..."
"Where is the surname Tang so sacred? I report this first every time..."
"Brother Zheng, do you know the inside story?"
"Take the money for the night shift, don't worry about the day shift," Zheng Luozhu glanced at the time in the car, "It will take six hours to get to Beijing from here, and it will be eleven o'clock when we arrive. What do you want for lunch? Please."
The three servants have always "taken food as the sky", but this time they didn't care about ordering food, and they were surprised when they heard this.
"Back to Beijing again? No wonder he said just now that he started to record the day after tomorrow..."
"Okay, I have to sleep in the first level again today..."
"Why do you have to go back for a day every time the checkpoint is closer to Beijing? Doesn't he have no parents, no daughter-in-law, no children?"
Zheng Luozhu was tired, and instinctively corrected the exact statement: "My parents died young and I am single."
"It means the same thing anyway."
"But from another angle, if I had such a big company in Beijing, I wouldn't worry about handing it over to others, and I would definitely have to go back and have a look from time to time."
"That's right, otherwise there would be so much money to pay us wages."
"..." Zheng Luozhu has not yet figured out how to spread such three little brothers, all his talent and skills are on the force value, and his head is like three weed gardens.
However, they can understand how they want to understand it. Originally, this is also unclear.
Besides, it doesn't matter whether Fan Peiyang returned to Beijing for someone or the company. As he just said, they take the night shift money and only do things in the "Owl". He is at most Fan Peiyang's night secretary. As for Fan Peiyang's real life, that is the matter of the day shift secretary who just came to pick up people.
What is the name of the Sven glasses secretary
Oh yes, Shan Yunsong.
…
"Go directly to the hospital."
As soon as the car entered Beijing, Fan Peiyang gave a simple and clear order.
Fan Peiyang continued to close his eyes and rest.
Shan Yunsong gave the driver a look, and the driver made up his mind and changed the route from returning to the company to going to the hospital.
Near noon in Beijing, the road was not too congested, and the car could basically start up.
Shan Yunsong looked out the window, his heart was very calm, even when he was thinking about many things, he was rarely irritable and impatient.
This is a habit developed over many years of secretarial career.
Shan Yunsong has two bosses, one is Tang Rin and the other is Fan Peiyang. When they started a business together, Shan Yunsong followed. At first, it was strange. The name sounds cold, but it is warm like the sun.
As a result, this question remains unanswered to this day.
In the past ten years, the company has grown from a dozen people to an A-share listing, but Shan Yunsong suddenly misses the past.
In the past, Tang Rin was still healthy, unlike now, watching a midnight show and sneaking out of the hospital.
In the past, Fan Peiyang was still conscientious and conscientious. Unlike now, he could not find anyone for ten days and a half.
Shan Yunsong didn't know who the four people were just now, nor what Fan Peiyang did with them outside the country all day long. He would think, but would not ask. His salary included silence.
The car arrived at the hospital. Fan Peiyang, who got off the car, obviously accelerated his pace. Shan Yunsong followed. The two came to the ward one after the other.
In the single ward, Tang Rin was reading a book, and the sun was shining brightly on him, like a soft light.
Every time he saw Tang Rin, even Tang Rin in a wheelchair, it was hard for Shan Yunsong to believe that he only had three years to live.
This is the most optimistic conclusion that Fan Peiyang has searched for the most authoritative doctors at home and abroad.
Tang Rin had a brain tumor, but the location was not good, so there was no way to operate it, and it was compressing the nerve every day.
At first, Tang Rin just had frequent numbness in his legs, and now he can't walk anymore.
The tumor may rupture at any time. Even if the conservative treatment cooperates well, at the current growth rate of the tumor, it will last for at most three years, which is the limit of the body - this is the verdict given by fate to Tang Rin.
After watching quietly for a minute through the glass, Fan Peiyang pushed the door in, while Shan Yunsong stayed outside.
He didn't deliberately eavesdrop, but the door of the hospital was really not soundproof, and every now and then, a conversation would come out—
"The company is so busy, why do you always go to the hospital? I'm not jumping around here."
Vibrant, it was Tang Rin.
"You jump and I'll see."
It was Fan Peiyang who could choke someone to death with a single word.
Sometimes Shan Yunsong would think that Fan Peiyang might not come to visit a doctor, but to take revenge.
Sure enough, Tang Rin lowered his voice and muttered something, but he couldn't really hear it.
Shan Yunsong actually wanted to tell Tang Rin that the company was busy, but it had nothing to do with Mr. Fan. As for what Mr. Fan was busy with, no one knew.
The ward was quiet for a while. It was probably President Fan who was peeling apples.
Tang Rin loves to eat apples, and every time he eats it, he will peel it carefully, and he is very proud of his skill by using the peel as the standard of exquisite knife skills.
Shan Yunsong remembers very clearly that Fan Peiyang scoffed at it back then, believing that it was meaningless to waste limited time on these trivial things. Even if the apple peels kept going, would the company be profitable
Tang Rin was speechless by this theory, and later became more and more fond of apples, and had to peel them in front of Fan Peiyang.
Fan Peiyang had no choice but to pretend to be invisible.
At that time, if someone told Shan Yunsong that Fan Zong would one day peel apples himself, and he would practice hard in the office in order to keep the peeling, he would definitely be that person crazy.
Obviously, nothing is impossible in this world.
"I was there last week, and I'm going again tonight?" Fan Peiyang's slightly upward ending sounded, indicating that the old man was displeased.
This intimidation and frightening of the company's employees is basically like a breeze in the face to Tang Rin.
"There are so many people this month, what can I do? Are you eating red apples today and giving up yellow apples tomorrow?"
"… "
Fan Peiyang was helpless in the room.
Outside the door, Shan Yunsong didn't know what to say.
Tang Rin's obsession with Midnight Show and Apple was as incomprehensible as President Fan. But eating apples is not harmful, but that midnight session is not a good habit for patients who need regular work and rest.
But Tang Rin likes this. As long as he thinks he wants to watch this movie, he must go after the zero-point show on the first day of its release. That was the case back then. No matter how busy the company was, he would still go.
Tang Rin: "I know my own situation, yes, I have to go to the cinema in a wheelchair, the picture is a bit sad, but this is my hobby, and I have minimized it as much as possible, and I have screened many things that can be seen or not. I lost it, but you have to let me keep this hobby, I can still live a few days... "
Fan Peiyang: "Go."
Tang Rin: "It's fine if you promise not to, you have to sell me miserably."
Fan Peiyang: "I'll go with you."
Tang Rin: "Huh?"
Fan Peiyang: "I'll accompany you to see it."
Tang Rin: "Is it raining red outside..."
Fan Peiyang: "I regret it."
Tang Rin: "Don't, we've known each other for so long, this is the first time you promised to accompany me to watch the midnight show. If you dare to go back, your friends don't have to do it!"
…
00:00 Beijing time, cinema.
Fan Peiyang reserved the venue, so in the huge screening room, it was only him and Tang Rin.
The lights went out, and the movie title started to play on the big screen.
"Cuckoo-"
Fan Peiyang gently retracted his hand on the wheelchair and waited quietly for two minutes before the feeling of weightlessness came.
Tang Rin was still staring ahead, his eyes fixed, the light from the screen reflected the contours of his face, soft and beautiful.
…
06:00 Beijing time, the hospital.
Shan Yunsong was sitting on a bench in the corridor dozing off. Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes reflexively.
Indeed the boss.
"Mr. Fan, morning." Shan Yunsong got up immediately.
Fan Peiyang walked to the door of the ward, looked at Tang Rin who was concentrating on cutting the big apple for him, and frowned slightly: "Did he not sleep?"
"I slept for more than two hours after coming back," Shan Yunsong reported truthfully, "Every time I watched the midnight show, Mr. Tang slept less."
Fan Peiyang nodded: "Go and wait for me in the car."
Obviously not willing to let you listen to the wall, Shan Yunsong left immediately and went downstairs to find the boss's car.
Accompanying Tang Rin to watch a midnight show and sending him back, and then guarding until now, is basically equivalent to a night shift - Shan Yunsong is also in urgent need of sleep.
Shan Yunsong went downstairs here, Fan Peiyang entered the ward over there.
"Why are you here again?" Tang Rin was more surprised than yesterday, "Didn't you go out of town today?"
Fan Peiyang sat down, took the apple in his hand, and continued to cut it naturally, as if this was his mission to this ward: "Flight in the afternoon."
"Don't try too hard." Tang Rin said sincerely. Now the company is only supported by Fan Peiyang, who is thinner than his patient.
"By the way," Fan Peiyang still lowered his head and said casually, "Next time I come back, I'll accompany you to watch the midnight show."
"Really?" Tang Rin was surprised and regretful, "Why didn't you tell me earlier, I didn't ask Xiaodan to see it yesterday, and he had no love for him the whole time."
Fan Peiyang said lightly, "I just remembered."
"This is the first time you have promised to accompany me to watch the midnight show," Tang Rin carefully planned Zhan Zhan, "I have to choose a good film that is worth the price, and I must not choose a bad film, it will be easy for you to stay. Psychological shadows…”
Fan Peiyang nodded in approval: "Well, you must choose carefully."
…
At nine o'clock in the morning, Fan Peiyang returned to the company and held a short meeting with the senior management. After a brief report, he closed the door of the office and sat quietly in the chair.
Why did you never think of watching a midnight show with Tang Rin before entering "Owl"
Fan Peiyang thought, maybe at that time he always felt that there would be opportunities in the future.
Many things have become regrets in the future.
Fan Peiyang took out last night's movie tickets from his pocket, opened the only drawer with a fingerprint lock, and put it in gently.
The drawer is not big, and the bottom is covered with movie tickets. All of them have been checked, and they are all midnight shows.