The president is dying every day

It was a bit cold in late autumn. Ren Chuan woke up from the cold in the morning light. He stretched out a hand from under the bed and pressed the air conditioner switch on the head of the bed. After several presses, the air conditioner did not respond. Put on a cashmere sweater.

After washing up, he went back to the cloakroom, chose a shawl collar, a light blue casual suit among a row of suits, and then rummaged through to find a pair of bear socks, and put them on his feet.

Some CEOs look like they are wearing suits, but they are actually wearing bear socks.

When I woke up in the morning, before I could have a mouthful of hot food, I went to serve Juliet, the master. Ren Chuan added nuts and water to it, and changed a set of educational toys.

He stroked Juliet's feathers and said, "Sing good luck to Papa."

Juliet glanced at him, thinking that human beings are really bold, if Qu Qu just wants him to open his voice with a little nut, why not die.

It flapped its wings and shouted, "The boss is cremated! The boss is cremated! The boss is cremated!"

"Good luck!" Ren Chuan tried to correct it, "Good luck, I wish you good luck, good luck brings joy and love—!"

Juliet laughed at his ignorance and refused to let human beings influence his will, "The boss is cremated! The boss is cremated! The boss is cremated!"

In this early human struggle to domesticate parrots, humans were completely defeated.

When Ren Chuan went out, his left eyelid twitched twice inexplicably, and his heart skipped a beat, fearing that something serious was about to happen.

He unscrewed the doorknob, and just as he stepped out, the opposite door opened.

Jiang Huan was wearing a pink hoodie with messy, unintelligible swashbuckling English characters. His lower body was washed jeans and canvas shoes. He even changed the bag for his documents to a canvas shoulder bag.

Ren Chuan was stunned, "You... go on an autumn outing?"

Jiang Huanxin said that he was indeed young. He coughed twice, and said in a milky voice, "Go to work."

Ren Chuan: "..."

A 1.8-meter-six hunk, he speaks milkyly.

He got goosebumps from nausea.

Let alone the president, even the interns who just joined the company don't know how to dress like this. Ren Chuan looked Jiang Huan up and down, and thought about it——

Could it be that the company went bankrupt!

Jiang Huan had no choice but to work in a fried chicken shop to make a living!

Ren Chuan looked at Jiang Huan, his eyes were full of sympathy, and the relationship between the two of them rarely eased up at this moment, "It's been hard work."

Jiang Huan couldn't help applauding himself in his heart, my God, it really was the fault of the clothes, look how gentle and considerate Ren Chuan is now.

"It's nothing..." Jiang Huan coughed twice and said modestly, "It's not hard."

In Ren Chuan's view, Jiang Huan is no longer worthy of being regarded as an enemy by him. He is working in a fried chicken shop, how pitiful and difficult, why bother to make his life worse.

He became concerned, "Eat enough."

He started to care about three meals a day, Jiang Huan suppressed his excitement and nodded, "It's okay, I don't eat much."

The two of them walked into the elevator together. Ren Chuan pressed the second basement floor and looked at Jiang Huan again, "Someday I will come to take care of your business."

Arriving at the underground garage, the Bugatti Veyron's original space was vacant and turned into a bicycle. Ren Chuan couldn't help sighing that the world is really impermanent.

Jiang Huan was a step behind and called. Ren Chuan wanted to ask if he should give him a ride, but he couldn't wait, so he drove away first.

Jiang Huan hung up the phone and looked at the car in the garage. The Bugatti Veyron was sent to be cleaned, so just drive a big G today.

Ren Chuan was a little dazed while driving, and almost ran a red light. I don't know what happened today, his eyelids kept twitching, and his heart was a little flustered.

In the past two days, the traffic control in Beijing has been very strict, just because there is an important meeting going on, Ren Chuan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and he didn't know how the policy above would change.

Those who have connections are all inquiring, but I don’t know why, this time there is really no news at all, Ren Chuan called two days ago, he had to call the uncle, and the friendship with his father was a bit stunned I didn't know the bottom line, I only said that the self-media industry should be careful, and there must be a big shock.

In the past two days, Blackstone Technology has been conducting self-examination from top to bottom, for fear that something may go wrong and hit the muzzle of the gun.

For some reason, Ren Chuan couldn't let go of his heart.

Just after a red light, Ren Chuan's phone rang, and when it was connected, it was Song Qiwen, who said without even saying hello, "The higher-ups are here to check."

Ren Chuan's heart skipped a beat, "Wait, I'll be right there."

Such a surprise attack, what exactly is it trying to find out?

There was a reason for the panic all morning. Ren Chuan stepped on the accelerator, stepped on the edge of speeding, but hit the morning rush hour, and every second became an anxious wait. He just parked the car downstairs in the building.

But just in time, Song Qiwen sent the two of them out.

Ren Chuan took a closer look first, he didn't recognize the unfamiliar face.

Song Qiwen came up to introduce, "This is the president of our company. Ren Chuan is the president and the legal representative."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Among them, the more mature commissioner came up to shake hands with Ren Chuan, "Mr. Ren."

"You two have worked hard." Ren Chuan shook hands with them, "I think it's still early, why don't you go to the Huifeng Building to have a sip of tea. The company's tea is not very good, so wait for the two of you."

"No need, the next one has to go." The commissioner smiled and didn't say much, "I have a chance to have tea with Mr. Ren."

After watching them go, Ren Chuan and Song Qiwen exchanged glances, neither of them could guess what the inspection was for.

"I didn't say anything, I just asked about the basic situation." Song Qiwen reassured Ren Chuan, "No big movement, I'll keep an eye on it."

Ren Chuan couldn't let go, he patted Song Qiwen on the shoulder, and walked into the building with him.

Walking into the office, there was a steaming cup of coffee on the table. Ren Chuanxue was shrewd, so he stopped drinking it and tested the temperature of the wall of the cup with his hand to confirm that it was not hot before drinking it.

After dealing with official business for a while, he picked up his mobile phone and called the uncle, and put on a junior's hospitality, "Uncle Li, I'm Ren Chuan."

Uncle Li was in a half-retreat state, and his words still had some weight. He treated Ren Chuan as his nephew, and asked first, "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Ren Chuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the city like flowing water, "Isn't it winter soon? I'm thinking about your knees. I found an old Chinese doctor with a good prescription."

They chatted with each other sentence by sentence, as usual, and at the end, Uncle Li said, "You're a bit off the mark."

Ren Chuan's heart skipped a beat again.

"Let me see if I can help you turn around." Uncle Li sighed, "Don't make any mistakes these days, you are being targeted."

Ren Chuan exhaled, "Okay, thank you uncle."

This sudden turmoil was reflected in the wine bureau. Ren Chuan hadn't been home for several days in a row, and the white and foreign dishes were served together, as if they were soaked in wine lees.

Meng Chun drove, sent Ren Chuan home, stopped the car, and helped him get out of the car, "Boss, be careful."

"I'm fine." Ren Chuan waved his hand, "Okay, you're off work."

Meng Chun helped him to the elevator, "I'll take you up."

Ren Chuan was still awake, but a little dizzy. He tried to be brave, "It's okay, let's go."

Dedicated to his duty, Meng Chun insisted on sending him home, cooked the hangover soup, and then left.

Ren Chuan drank the hangover soup and stared at the ceiling in a daze. After a while, he realized that the house seemed to be too quiet.

He frowned and walked to the balcony, "Juliet?"

The birdcage on the balcony was empty, the window was opened a crack, and two feathers were scattered on the ground.

"Juliet!" Ren Chuan's wine was startled sober, "Juliet——!"

He searched the house up and down, and Juliet escaped from prison without seeing the bird.

Ren Chuan was about to cry, and he didn’t know what to do. Juliet was just a useless bird with nothing but mouth. If she flew away, she would be alone as a bird. How would she take care of herself? What would she eat? What would she drink?

He collapsed on the sofa like a dead person, tears soaked the pillow, Juliet had been with him since college, from an egg to a bird, who would have thought that the farewell came so suddenly.

In a daze, he seemed to hear someone singing good luck, which made him even more sad. This was Juliet's favorite song.

Listen, listen... He realized something was wrong.

Ren Chuan went to the balcony following the sound, and saw a birdcage on the balcony of Jiang Huan's house. Inside was a beautiful macaw, which turned its head away annoyed, and outside the cage was a fat See the oily African gray parrot singing good luck with a shy face, "Good luck to wish you good luck, good luck to bring joy and love—!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

Hold.

He opened the door and knocked on Jiang Huan's door.

Jiang Huan heard the good luck all night, wondering where the parrot came from, and opened the door in confusion, but saw Ren Chuan.

Ren Chuan got angry and pulled Jiang Huan aside, "I'm here to find my parrot."

"Your parrot?" Jiang Huan was a little surprised, "You still have parrots?"

Ren Chuan angrily rushed to the balcony, shouting: "Juliet!"

"Quack quack quack!" Juliet flapped her wings as soon as she saw him, soaring into the air, never letting him touch a feather, "Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!"

Juliet was flying all over the sky, and Ren Chuan couldn't catch it with his feet!

Jiang Huan witnessed the large-scale murder scene and exchanged glances with the macaw in the cage. He assured the macaw, "Don't worry, Romeo, Dad won't treat you like this."

Ren Chuan managed to catch Juliet with both paws, hanging upside down, "Run again! You still have the guts to run away from home!"

Juliet quacked, "Killed! Killed! Killed!"

Ren Chuan and Juliet fought each other with a bird and a bird flying all over the sky. Jiang Huan looked at it and wanted to say something fair, and just opened his mouth.

At this time, just listen to, "Honey—!"

Ren Chuan's face turned red, and he yelled at Jiang Huan, "What the hell are you yelling!"

Jiang Huan died innocently, "It's not me, it's Romeo——"

Ren Chuan became even more angry, "There is no Romeo here!"

Jiang Huan wanted to explain, "My bird calls—"

Ren Chuan snarled, "You fucking lie and use your brain, my bird is called Juliet, and your bird is called Romeo!"

He slammed the door angrily and left.

Jiang Huan glanced at Romeo, feeling so damn wronged, "But my bird is called Romeo."

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Romeo is female, Juliet is male, get it.