The president is dying every day

Ren Chuan rushed to the company without even having breakfast, and strode into the legal office.

The person in charge of the legal department is already dealing with this matter, but the amount involved is large and the scope of influence is wide, so Ren Chuan has to be notified.

The source of the matter is also very simple. The advertising department placed an advertisement, and the inspection was not strict. A picture involving copyright was published on the advertisement, and the number of views reached tens of millions.

In a rage, the picture artist published a long article on Weibo, complaining about copyright infringement, and even worked overtime to find more than 30 copyright infringements of pictures and texts, and showed the majority of netizens a notice of prosecution.

Not long ago, there happened to be an artist who had no access to infringement lawsuits and was accused of plagiarism. This long article can be said to have ignited the entire original circle. hard.

The legal department was very troubled, "This is obviously a malicious lawsuit. The artist said we were infringing, but it was the photo company that was suing us. Since February last year, this photo company has been targeting major companies and carrying out copyright sniping. To fight such a lawsuit with more than 30 infringement units.”

"This kind of lawsuit is easy to fight, but the difficulty is that the long article has been reposted more than 200 million times, and the scope of influence is too wide. The painters and writers we invited on the app have started a large-scale boycott campaign, and one after another After canceling the account, a large number of fans have also been lost.”

After Ren Chuan listened to the whole thing, the coffee was cold.

Ren Chuan took a sip of cold coffee and said, "The advertising department and operation department are all responsible, but now is not the time to blame. Contact the artist first to see if a settlement can be reached, delete the long article, and reduce the impact."

"Suppress the hot search, the finance department will give the green light directly, all the infringing pictures and texts will be removed, and the advertising department will conduct self-inspection to ensure that there will be no chain effect."

Ren Chuan thought that the matter was not that bad, so he turned to the legal counsel, "Let's sort out the evidence of the malicious lawsuit by that photo company, they dare to file a lawsuit, they are sure we will admit this hidden loss, infringement is a despicable act , taking advantage of infringement to gain even lower value.”

He clapped his hands and let everyone go to work, without blaming the advertising department too much, "Go to work, the advertising department will pay attention in the future, and the pictures and texts received must be checked for copyright to ensure originality."

But Ren Chuan never expected that misfortunes never come singly.

The State Cyberspace Administration of China promotes the 2020 "Qinglang" special action, and cooperates with the Ministry of Education to carry out special rectification of platforms involving minors.

Ren Chuan heard the wind, and before he had time to check himself in the future, he was killed and caught off guard.

According to Blackstone Technology, 320 million illegal accounts have been suspended, and another writing app for the student party was found to contain vulgar pornographic content, "chasing stars", "online games", "smoking", "puppy love" ".

Ren Chuan was interviewed as a legal representative, and all illegal apps were taken off the shelves, and he was ordered to rectify within a time limit.

Since starting a business, Ren Chuan has suffered the first heavy blow in history.

The meeting with the executives went on until late at night, and Ren Chuan even forgot to eat three meals. He had a stomach problem in the past, and he skipped eating suddenly, and then he started to have an attack again.

But he has no time to take care of himself.

He was sitting behind his desk, and there were pieces of rectification plans on the table, and his stomach was filled with cold cramps. Even though the air conditioner had been turned on to the maximum, cold sweat continued to ooze from his forehead.

Meng Chun knocked on the door and came in, "Boss."

"You're off work." Ren Chuan couldn't let Meng Chun accompany him like this, "Let's go, go home."

"I'll take you home." Meng Chun worried about him, "We will definitely get through this time."

"Well, I'm fine." Ren Chuan was still trying to be brave, "You go, I don't need you to accompany me."

Meng Chun left, and all the people who stayed up late and worked overtime also left, and Ren Chuan was left alone in the whole company. The cold light from the computer screen shone on his face, making him suddenly recall the time when he started his business.

At that time, he was only in his sophomore year. With the first investment from his father, he teamed up with Song Qiwen to create Blackstone Studio, which developed Shuohua APP and focused on self-media short videos.

Because it stands at the forefront of the times, the research and development of the APP has fixed the target users in the age group of 15 to 25 years old. The young and fashionable style, precise psychological sniping, and simple and clear design quickly attracted A large number of users.

According to statistics, 40.00% of the users are under the age of [-]. At that time, Ren Chuan didn't care about it, but now it has become a fatal injury to him.

How to rectify next?Where will Black Stone go from here?

Facing the abyss-like night, Ren Chuan exhausted one cigarette after another. He had a hunch that the development of Blackstone Technology had reached a threshold, but he didn't expect it to be so fast and so ferocious.

The phone rings, "Whatawonderfulworld? Whatawonderfulworld!"

Ren Chuan glanced over and checked the caller ID, 10086.

In the middle of the night, I even called him to ask him if he could do a set meal. He was really dedicated.

Ren Chuan hung up the phone, and within two seconds, the ring rang again, hung up again, and rang again, quite persistently.

Ren Chuan got a little angry, picked up the phone and yelled violently, "I told you not to do the set meal! Don't do the set meal!"

Jiang Huan's voice sounded from the other end of the phone, "What did you note for me?"

Ren Chuan froze for a moment.

Jiang Huan figured it out by himself, "10086?"

"Then what..." Ren Chuan hurriedly made an excuse, "This is a manifestation of love, isn't there a saying, no one texts you, and 10086 is with you."

Ren Chuan really dared to say anything in order to avoid being beaten, "You are my 10086."

Jiang Huan's heart was filled with honey at this moment, and he fell into a kind of crazy ecstasy. He resisted his impulse and remembered his intention of making this call, "Juliet and Romeo are both asleep, what are you doing?" When will you be back?"

It sounded like a conversation between newlyweds, Ren Chuan glanced at his watch, it was two o'clock in the morning.

"I'm still busy." Ren Chuan wanted to get up to get a cup of hot water. When he just stood up, his stomach convulsed, making him cry out in pain, "Hiss——"

Jiang Huan immediately asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ren Chuan let out a breath slowly, pressed the palm of his hand on his stomach, and rubbed it slowly, "It hurts a bit."

"Give me the address." Jiang Huan couldn't refuse, "I'll pick you up to the hospital."

Ren Chuan didn't want to bother him, "No need, this is an old problem, I..."

Jiang Huan interrupted him, "I said, give me the address."

"Twin Towers, I'm in the west building." Ren Chuan had no choice but to tell him, "But you can't come up because of the gate control. I will go down to pick you up when you arrive."

Jiang Huan hummed, "Wait for me."

After hanging up the phone, a feeling of waiting suddenly appeared in the long night. Ren Chuan couldn't concentrate. After looking at the plan for a while, he picked up the phone, always thinking about the person who came to him.

Half an hour later, there were footsteps outside the office, and then the door was pushed open. Jiang Huan was dusty, holding an insulated box and a bag of gastrointestinal medicine in his hand.

Ren Chuan was surprised when he saw him, "How did you come up? Didn't I tell you to call me, and I'll pick you up? It's late at night, and there's no one around. Who gave you the access control?"

Jiang Huan smiled, and took out an access control card from his pocket, "I came from the east building."

There is a long corridor between the east building and the west building, and it is indeed passable. Ren Chuan suddenly felt a little suffocated, "Why do you have an east building..."

Jiang Huan looked at him leisurely, "Because Donglou is my company."

Ren Chuan: "..."

Jiang Huan put the thermos bucket in his hand on the desk, "Put away the documents, don't splash the soup."

Ren Chuan started to put together the scattered documents on the desktop, but he still hadn't digested the fact, "We live in the opposite door, how come the company is in the opposite door?"

Jiang Huan secretly hinted at Ren Chuan, "Maybe this is fate."

He took out a stomach-nourishing red date and millet porridge from the thermos, and the rice oil was boiled out, "I have soaked the rice since the afternoon, and I planned to keep you for dinner, who would have thought that you would eat it so late?" If you don’t come back, I’ll bring it to you as a supper.”

Ren Chuan's stomach felt hungry for a while, he hadn't eaten for a day, and smelling the fragrance of rice, he couldn't help it.

He picked up the spoon, and as soon as he took a bite, his face turned green.

It's so fucking bad.

Jiang Huan looked at him expectantly, "How is it?"

It's late at night, it's all here, Ren Chuan forced himself to comfort himself, and forced a smile at Jiang Huan, "Absolutely."

"Then drink more!" Jiang Huan greeted enthusiastically, "There are still some at home!"

Then there is no need to take care of Jiang Huan's face, and there is no need to risk his life. Ren Chuan thought of a reason, "I have a special stomach problem, so I can't drink porridge."

Jiang Huan picked up Ren Chuan's water glass, "I'll make you a cup of stomach warming spirit."

The ready-made medicine can never go wrong, Ren Chuan told him where the tea room is, and sat in the seat with peace of mind and waited.

Jiang Huan came back with a glass of water, and was very considerate, "Drink it while it's hot, so you don't burn your mouth."

Ren Chuan spat out as soon as he took a sip, "Poof!"

He looked at Jiang Huan speechlessly, "Why are you so sweet!"

Jiang Huan said as a matter of course, "The granules are bitter. I saw honey in the tea room, so I added two for you."

There was a smell of swill, which was hard to swallow. Ren Chuan hesitated, not wanting to give his life to today.

"Drink it." Jiang Huan still didn't know his skill in poisoning, "I asked my doctor friend in the United States, this granule was recommended to me by him. If it wasn't for taking a detour to buy it, I would have given it a long time ago. almost there."

These words hit Ren Chuan's heart, a cup of stomach medicine, but behind it was a precious and incredible thought.

He looked at the water glass in his hand as if death was at home, and when he raised his head, he was completely bored.

Jiang Huan was frightened by his posture, "More... more?"

No need!

Ren Chuan grabbed him, "I think I'm fine!"

Jiang Huan was a little disbelieving, "How can the medicine work so quickly?"

"Seeing you, I will be cured of all illnesses." Ren Chuan looked at him sincerely, "Really."

Jiang Huan's heart was in full bloom. It was late autumn, but he felt like a spring breeze. He wished he could go out and run a dozen or twenty laps.

Ren Chuan was not in a good mood at first, but being interrupted by Jiang Huan, he couldn't continue the pain. He turned off the computer, "Forget it and go home."

Jiang Huan was willing to be the driver, "Take my car."

Ren Chuan's stomach still hurts, and he doesn't have the energy to drive. After getting into the co-pilot, Jiang Huan handed him a thin blanket, "Cover it, it's a bit cold at night."

He had also experienced this kind of carefulness before. Ren Chuan took a look at Jiang Huan. Under the psychedelic night light of the city, his profile made him a little dazed, and the previous scenes were like floating clouds.

Ren Chuan's heart missed half a beat.

When they arrived at the parking lot, the two walked into the elevator side by side, and each came to the door of their house.

Ren Chuan didn't want to be separated from Jiang Huan just like that, he yearned for that tenderness, especially when he was frustrated, he was like a charcoal star on falling snow, melting him easily.

But it can't be separated, Ren Chuan reached out to find the key in his pocket, rummaged through it, but came up empty.

Ren Chuan: "..."

Jiang Huan wanted to watch Ren Chuan enter the house, so he could feel at ease, but Ren Chuan stood at the door without moving, "What's wrong?"

"Uh..." Ren Chuan was a little embarrassed to admit, "I seem to... forgot the key."

He turned his head and walked towards the elevator, "I'll go to the butler to get a spare key."

"Wait." Jiang Huan pulled him back, "It's late at night, it's not good."

A layer of embarrassment surfaced on Ren Chuan's face, he did not dare to look at Jiang Huan, "I..."

Jiang Huan was actually happy in his heart, but his expression was deliberately calm, "Why are you so careless?"

Ren Chuan didn't want to bow his head to Jiang Huan, "I'm going to stay in a hotel."

"Wait." Jiang Huan quickly pulled him back, "Did I let you go?"

"Just tonight." He picked it up, "Come in."

Ren Chuan really didn't know who gave him the courage, "Huh?"

Jiang Huan faltered in a second, opened the door humbly, and gestured for Ren Chuan to come in, "Mr. Ren please."