I went to the wrong table on a blind date, and I got married to a billionaire CEO

"Brother, can you stop scaring me like this?"

"Okay, if you behave well these two days, I can consider not chatting with Mr. Han."

Gu Beichen got into the car and started the car.

"Why haven't I seen you treat me so well before..."

The two cars drove back to the headquarters, one behind the other.

The Yang TV team has specialized personnel waiting at Beichen Group.

Yesterday afternoon, Mr. Gu had already arranged the group's affairs, so now he only needed to change into an expensive suit and put on the clothes of a migrant worker, and he was ready to go.

The clothes were not very good, but even if Gu Beichen was wearing the clothes of a migrant worker, he could still feel his extraordinary temperament.

Just like a born nobleman, he can show his unparalleled aura even with the raising of his hands.

Gu Xingchen was a little unhappy. It could be seen that even though he was holding the work clothes carefully, he was full of resistance.

He really doesn't want to go!

Gu Beichen had enough time to look at him, "Why don't you go in and change your clothes? Do you want me to help you change them myself?"

"Brother, let's talk first, you can't laugh at me..."

"What's the point? Am I not wearing the same clothes?"

Gu Xingchen muttered: Can it be the same? Your clothes look much better at first glance, this is a different treatment!

His clothes were obviously very shabby and old, and they looked like they were bought from a secondhand market.

I don’t know who wore it yet. How could he, a man with such a mysophobia, accept it?

"Second Young Master, migrant workers can't afford new clothes all year round, so just make do with what you wear!" At this time, the assistant to the director explained.

Gu Beichen ignored it at all, took out his cell phone and called up Han Xiaoman's number, pretending to make the call.

"I'll go, I'll change right away..." Gu Xingchen said, about to cry but without tears.

It's not right for a good rich man to have to experience the life at the bottom. I really don't know what these people are thinking!

Ten minutes later, just when Gu Beichen couldn't wait any longer and wanted to go in to help him sort out his clothes, our Gu Xingchen came out.

Good guy, if it weren't for that handsome face, he would look like a migrant worker!

"Are you going to wear alligator shoes to work on the construction site? You will wear whatever migrant workers wear!"

"Pah~" Gu Beichen personally threw over a pair of pull-back shoes!

He was wearing a pair of Jiefang shoes on his own feet.

I don't feel awkward at all. Maybe it's because I have been with Shen Qianxue for a long time, and I have become tainted by the fireworks of this world, and I have become more down-to-earth.

"This... I definitely don't want it to be so ugly. This is my final bottom line!"

"Then? Let's change?"

His military green liberation shoes have no aesthetic appeal.

After all, migrant workers don’t care whether they look good or not, they never care about this.

Simple and unpretentious, but also diligent and down-to-earth.

The assistant raised his hand and looked at the time. If he continued like this, he might not be able to go to the construction site at noon.

It was this action that Mr. Gu noticed.

"Xingchen, do you know that the Gu family's current wealth and status, which allows you to enjoy prosperity, are inseparable from the hard work of every migrant worker. Do you know how many migrant workers there are in the construction companies of our Beichen Group? ? Without them, how could Beichen Group be as successful as it is today?”

Seeing that his brother's anger was about to burst out, he couldn't help but be frightened.

Although his brother dotes on him, he has never accommodated him on matters of principle. This is the key reason why the Gu family does not have any playboys doing evil outside.

Gu Beichen has played the role of the eldest brother since he was a child. Whether it is Xingchen, Lingchen, or the two little princesses of the Gu family, as long as the eldest brother becomes serious, they will obey his words.

Three minutes later, several senior executives of the group watched them get into a van and leave.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Mr. Gu, don't tell me, there is something special about this outfit!"

"Yes, especially Vice President Gu, it's so funny! I feel like he's so embarrassed that he could even leave the three bedrooms and one living room."

"Ahem!" One of the middle-aged men who temporarily took over the position of president said majestically: "You don't want to work anymore?"

"Mr. Jian, don't you think it's funny?"

"Okay, stop laughing. If it gets to Mr. Gu's ears, you will suffer!"

At the entrance of the World Trade Center construction site, Gu Beichen and the two got out of the van.

Documentary shooting officially begins.

This place was not built under the title of a construction company under the Beichen Group, but a collaboration between the Tong family and the Ren family.

So when Mr. Gu showed up wearing the clothes of a migrant worker, no one recognized him as the richest man in their Dragon City.

After the photography team communicated with the contractor in advance, Gu Beichen was assigned to do the piling work.

Gu Xingchen was assigned to do simpler plastering work. Of course, the bitter look on Gu Xingchen's face showed that he was extremely unhappy.

Soon, the contractor took them to the construction site respectively, and also found a master to take them.

As we all know, although plasterers are hard work, they are much better than piling workers. Of course, piling workers' wages are also relatively high.

After waiting for a few minutes, a young man with a thin body and a disheveled face climbed up from the piling shaft.

"Jing Mu, come here. This is a new worker. He will work with you from now on."

Jing Mu took a few deep breaths before slowly recovering. Oxygen was scarce underground, so he had to come up for air every once in a while.

"Hello, master, I'll take good care of you in the future." Gu Beichen took the initiative to extend his long, white hands.

With just one glance, Jing Mu felt in his heart that this man was not here to work, or that he was not in this line of work.

He is fair and clean, and even if he is dressed in tattered work clothes, he still cannot block the mysterious aura about him.

It's like facing a big boss, full of oppression.

Jing Mu wiped his hands on the dark trouser legs, and held Mr. Gu's big white hand with his dirt-covered hands.

"Today counts as half of your working time. Study hard with Jing Mu." The contractor left with a few words.

Gu Beichen frowned slightly and took the initiative to talk: "Are you always so strict in your work?"

Jing Mu carefully glanced at the contractor who had walked away, and then whispered:

"You didn't know it when you first came here. It's best to keep your mouth shut when working here. Don't ignore anything you shouldn't care about, and don't ask anything you shouldn't ask."

"Ok?"

His frown deepened.

"Okay, now I will teach you how to use the winch. When I go down to drive piles, gravel will be transported up. Please remember it carefully. An accident may happen if you are not careful."

Gu Beichen lay on the iron frame beside the well and took a look. It was unfathomable, like a giant beast that could devour people's hearts.

However, he quickly adapted to it. Compared with the resistance to setting up a street vendor for the first time, he now knows very well that only by integrating into the lives of ordinary people can he experience the various aspects of the world.

He is no longer the aloof CEO he used to be, who does not care about the fireworks of the world, and does not know the hardships of the people at the bottom.

During the lunch break, Jing Mu originally didn't go to the cafeteria to eat. When he came out in the morning, he had brought three steamed buns and a large jug of water.

Just deal with it and continue working.

But when he thought that this new apprentice hadn't eaten yet, he gritted his teeth and took him to a small restaurant across the road for dinner.

He has never been here before. If it weren't for some special reasons, he should be sitting in Longcheng University of Political Science and Law, studying peacefully, and have a decent job after graduation.

"My name is Jing Mu, just call me Damu. How should I call you?"

Gu Beichen responded without any pretense: "Call me Beichen."

This was the first time the two met, and it was also the first time Jing Mu knew Mr. Gu's name.

"Beichen, let's go and eat."

When they came to the small restaurant, Jing Mu was a little embarrassed.

He was still holding a kettle and steamed buns in his hands, and the situation was very bad at first glance.

"Doesn't our construction site provide free food and accommodation? Why don't you go to the canteen to eat?"

Although Beichen Group did not intervene in the construction, this is the World Trade Center building dedicated to the Federation of Trade Unions, and he had specifically warned about this issue before.

"Board and board included? What are you thinking about? How could such a good thing happen? There is no free lunch in this world." Jing Mu said disapprovingly.

Ok?

There is definitely a problem here, and it's not a small one.

I just don’t know if the two vice-presidents of the Federation of Trade Unions know about this matter.

"Hey, Damu, why are you willing to come here and eat meat today?"

A co-worker who was familiar with him smiled and joked: "Look at you losing weight, don't work so hard, eat more meat to have the strength to work!"

This man was also sallow and thin, and the co-workers who came with him quickly pulled him away.

"You don't know the situation of his family? This child... eh! How pitiful!"