After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

Secretary Zhang glanced at the full signal bar displayed on the top of his phone and replied very seriously: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, the signal was not very good just now. I didn't hear it clearly. Could you please say it again?"

"Oh." Chen Xingzhu did not suspect anything. "It's like this. I originally planned to spend 20 billion to buy 10 years of medicine..."

When Secretary Zhang heard this outrageous number again, she nodded calmly, "Okay, I understand."

Hearing Secretary Zhang's reply, Chen Xingzhu felt relieved.

Then, he finally had time to ask, "When can you come back?"

Perhaps because Chen Xingzhu's question was too direct, Secretary Zhang was silent for a moment again.

"…If you think there is too much work, you can put it aside and deal with it when I get back."

Hearing this, Chen Xingzhu's heart instantly blossomed with joy, but he still tried to refuse, "Oh, this is so bad, I don't mean anything else, it's just..."

Hehehehe…hehehehe…it’s so nice not to have to work!

Secretary Zhang suddenly said, "Mr. Chen, I heard your laughter."

Chen Xingzhu quickly closed his mouth, his expression extremely serious, "Ah? Really? You heard it wrong."

Secretary Zhang: “…”

After thinking for a while, Secretary Zhang said earnestly: "Mr. Chen, if you don't work hard, you may not be able to support your..."

Having said this, she paused, and the word "little lover" almost came out of her mouth.

After mumbling something, Secretary Zhang said, "You may not be able to support Mr. Qiao anymore."

This successfully stunned Chen Xingzhu. He swallowed his saliva and asked carefully, "Um...how much money does the company have now? Can you take out 20 billion? Will it affect your negotiation with Mr. Yin Wente tomorrow?"

Secretary Zhang: “…”

Secretary Zhang's silence made Chen Xingzhu feel uneasy. "You can't even come up with 20 billion?"

He panicked a little, "What should I do?"

If there is no 20 billion, what about 10 billion?

How about signing a seven-year contract first?

But is seven years enough?

What if I can’t recover?

If I could sign a fourteen-year contract...

Nonono, now is not the time to think about these things, he hurriedly asked, "How much is left?"

If the shortfall is small, he can borrow from his family and friends.

And if the difference is huge, then... then, then just sign for seven years first, he thought reluctantly.

Secretary Zhang: How much is the difference? Let me think...

"Please wait a moment. I'll check."

"Oh, okay, okay." Chen Xingzhu waited obediently.

Less than a minute later, Secretary Zhang's voice came with a hint of relief, "I found it."

"How is it?" Chen Xingzhu asked hurriedly.

Secretary Zhang: "If we can advance the project funds for next month, it will be exactly 20 billion."

Phew—Chen Xingzhu let out a long sigh, "Okay, then I'll pay it in advance."

Well, Secretary Zhang was not surprised at all by this decision.

Next, Chen Xingzhu repeatedly reminded him and said, "If there is any accident, you must tell me immediately."

Secretary Zhang looked numb, "Okay, I understand. Don't worry, I will definitely be able to bring the special medicine back to the country smoothly."

After Secretary Zhang's repeated assurances, Chen Xingzhu finally hung up the phone.

His face was as gloomy as water, and with a long sigh, he began to work in silence.

He never complained or felt tired, but worked as hard as an ox.

The assistant was shocked when he came in. What the hell...what happened? Why did the boss look like he had lost his soul?

He quickly scanned the news to make sure Xingyao hadn't gone bankrupt, the stock market hadn't hit its limit, and the artists in the company hadn't caused any scandals.

"what's up?"

A lifeless question interrupted the assistant's thoughts.

Chen Xingzhu looked at the assistant who had been standing there motionless since he came into the office, and whose expression kept changing. He was already a little impatient. He looked directly at the assistant and asked again, "What do you want?"

The assistant quickly retracted the messy speculations in his mind, lowered his head slightly to avoid his gaze, and then replied stiffly: "It's almost lunch time. Mr. Chen, what would you like to eat for lunch today?"

And I muttered to myself, Mr. Chen seems to be in a bad mood today, did something happen?

After the assistant reminded him, Chen Xingzhu realized that it was already 11 o'clock in the morning.

He was about to nod and answer "still the same", but suddenly thought of...

"Give me a bucket of instant noodles."

He has no money left.

"Okay, I... um?" The assistant looked up suddenly, "Instant noodles?!"

Mr. Chen, who usually eats Duan’s private kitchen, said today he wanted to eat instant noodles?

The assistant seriously suspected that he had misheard: "...Mr. Chen, did you just say the beef ramen from Duan's Private Kitchen?"

Chen Xingzhu was speechless. How deaf must one have to be to hear the word "instant noodles" as the ten words "Duan's Private Kitchen Beef Ramen"?

"If your ears are no longer useful, you can consider donating them."

How can he afford Duan's private dining now? The average cost per person for a meal is 888. What the hell can he eat?

Now, instant noodles that cost 5 yuan a bucket are more suitable for him.

Facing Chen Xingzhu's venomous tongue, the assistant smiled awkwardly, "Uh... do you really want to eat instant noodles?"

Chen Xingzhu rolled her eyes, "Do you think I'm joking?"

Facing Chen Xingzhu's death gaze, the assistant almost cried, "Then, what flavor do you want to eat?"

What flavor? Chen Xingzhu thought for a moment, "Old-style pickled cabbage, maybe."

Assistant Wang burst into tears, "Boss, I just saw a report on the news..."

"Shut up!" Chen Xingzhu hurriedly stopped him, "Don't say it!"

The assistant choked and swallowed back the second half of the sentence - 'The sauerkraut in the old-style sauerkraut is really made by stepping on it with stinky feet'.

Assistant: Wow, so sad, his favorite, old-style pickled cabbage, has failed!

Wow, he shouldn't have clicked on that piece of news out of curiosity!

Woohoo, the boss won’t let him say it!

Woo!

The assistant pretended to be calm, but in fact he was already in tears.

At this time, Chen Xingzhu was hypnotizing himself. He heard nothing and knew nothing. He just wanted to eat pickled cabbage today.

He waved to his assistant, "Okay, get out. I still have to work."

The assistant held his breath, nodded to indicate that he understood, then turned and left the office.

Phew—Chen Xingzhu heaved a sigh of relief. The time bomb was finally gone. He could eat the pickled cabbage in peace.

Outside, the assistant was crying on the phone.

"Yes... um... yes... the boss specifically asked me to eat instant noodles..."

"But I just saw in the news that Lao Tan..."

"Ah... Is this okay..."

"Okay, okay... Sister Zhang, I'll listen to you."

"Okay, I understand... um, yes, yes..."

After hanging up the phone, the assistant breathed a sigh of relief. It was great that the company didn't go bankrupt.

Here, after Secretary Zhang finished her call with her assistant, she pressed her head with a headache.

Secretary Zhang, who was originally a little hesitant, made a decision immediately. She looked at the contact information on her phone and clicked to dial.

At the same time, in the classroom on the other side, Chen A'man was lazily leaning her head on the table. She was bored as she listened to the teacher on the podium talking about knowledge points that had been outdated since the last century, and she yawned quietly.

Hmm, I’m a little sleepy, Chen Aman half closed her eyes.

Suddenly, she felt a faint vibration from the phone in her pocket.

Her eyes paused, she reached into her pocket to turn off the vibration, and half-took out her phone, glancing down at the caller ID.

After an unexpected phone call, Chen Aman slowly sat up straight.

She glanced at the teacher who was talking at the podium and quietly slipped towards the back door.

"Hey! That classmate over there!"

Chen Aman turned around and smiled shyly, "Sorry, teacher, I have a stomachache."

She put on an uncomfortable expression and inadvertently showed the teacher the sanitary napkin in her pocket, while clenching the tissue in her hand.

Chen Aman apologized, "I'm sorry, teacher, I remembered it wrong. I thought you didn't want us to interrupt your class."

Indeed, in college, some teachers will make it clear on the first day of class that they do not want the class to be interrupted. If students want to go to the bathroom or something, they can leave directly through the back door.

Of course, there are exceptions. Some teachers believe that such practices will encourage some bad habits and will not allow students to leave without reporting.