The president is dying every day

Ren Chuan couldn't sleep peacefully after such a big incident happened in the company, he tossed and turned all night, closed his eyes and took a nap when the sky was bright, and opened his eyes when the bell rang at six o'clock.

His clothes were thrown at the door of the bathroom yesterday, and he hadn't packed them yet, so he took a suit from Jiang Huan's closet.

While buttoning up his shirt, Ren Chuan secretly sniffed the smell on the shirt, imagining that the smell was on Jiang Huan's body, and his face couldn't help but heat up.

When he walked out of the bedroom, he saw Jiang Huanzhi lying on the sofa sleeping with his limbs stretched out, and the blanket covering his body had slipped to the floor.

Ren Chuan picked up the blanket and covered him, measured Jiang Huan carefully, kissed his finger, and pressed his fingertips on Jiang Huan's lips.

After doing all of this, he tiptoed away like a kid, with a heart full of apprehension.

It was 06:30 when I arrived at the company, and no one had arrived yet, and everything was quiet.

While drinking coffee, Ren Chuan just quietly looked at the entire company, and even took out the phonograph that hadn't been used for a long time, and played a record on it.

Isn't it just on the verge of bankruptcy, no big deal.

At seven o'clock, the executives arrived one after another. Last night was also an unforgettable night in their lives. They came downstairs to the company with a feeling of anxiety, and found that the door had not been sealed, and they were relieved briefly. in one breath.

Meng Chun first sent Zhong Nian to the east building, and then walked along the corridor to the west building. When he passed the president's office, he was stopped by Ren Chuan, "Meng Chun."

Before putting down the things in Meng Chun's hands, he just walked in, "What's your order, boss?"evening.group.hate.

Ren Chuan wanted him to help buy breakfast. He glanced at Meng Chun's hand, which was an insulated lunch box. He suddenly felt a little sour, "Your boyfriend made it?"

"Yes." Meng Chun opened the lunch box showing off, revealing the rice balls and tamagoyaki inside, "He is very good at cooking."

When thinking of Zhong Nian, one can't help but think of his boss. Doesn't it mean that as many assistants as there are bosses?Why did Zhong Nian feed someone else's boyfriend, while Jiang Huan poisoned and murdered his boyfriend.

Ren Chuan's thoughts paused, wait, when did I become his boyfriend?

Seeing Ren Chuan's eyes resting on the rice ball in his hand, Meng Chun felt alarm bells ringing in his heart, "Just to show you, not to eat!"

"Hmph." Ren Chuan turned his gaze, "What's so great about it."

He took a sour sip of coffee, "Isn't it a boyfriend, and I will have one soon."

At ten o'clock in the morning, Song Qiwen hurriedly pushed away the CEO's office. His grandma was critically ill and had flown to the United States three days ago. As a result, she flew back overnight and didn't even have time to eat.

Before he met Ren Chuan, he imagined three hundred ways of Ren Chuan's death, for fear that he would see a dead body when he came back later.

Ren Chuan sat neatly behind his desk, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, and an old song was playing on the phonograph, "Don't come again tonight".

"You..." Song Qiwen looked at him speechless.

Ren Chuan was ready to be scolded bloody by him.

Song Qiwen let out a deep breath, stepped forward and hugged Ren Chuan, "Fortunately, he's still there."

Ren Chuan also hugged him with his backhand, "Brother——"

"—Do you dare to start all over again?"

Starting over from the beginning, these words are bold, but Ren Chuan really doesn't have such confidence.

He and Song Qiwen were facing a table full of proposals. There were so many cases of resurrection in the world, but none of them were as obsessed as they were.

"Let's find a way to raise funds." Song Qiwen sighed, "First repay the bank loan, and when the time comes, the company will be insolvent and the company will still have to go bankrupt and liquidate."

Ren Chuan was also distressed, "There is such a big financial mistake, and there is a pause for rectification, and the APP is taken off the shelves. What kind of investors are you telling us to be blind to invest in us?"

"Mortgage loan?" Song Qiwen revealed his old background, "I still have a villa and two cars."

"The mortgage is not even a fraction of the bank loan." Ren Chuan shook his head, "Besides, if you want a mortgage, I will do it first."

Song Qiwen had no other choice, "Then we can only find a way to go public and raise funds from shareholders."

Ren Chuan was also a little desperate, "Our company is operating like this, do you think the China Securities Regulatory Commission will allow us to go public?"

Facing the table full of plans, the two presidents sighed at the same time.

"The personnel department is full of resignation letters today." Song Qiwen's brain hurts, and Buffett can't help it. "Unless someone falls from the sky and has a lot of stupid money, otherwise there is no way to start all over again." .”

Ren Chuan poured himself another cup of coffee, "There is still a month to go."

He looked at Song Qiwen, and at the same time drew a deadline on the calendar, "APP will be available again in one month, and the deadline for bank loans will be in one month."

"I will solve the financial problem, and you will solve the internal problem." Ren Chuan held out his hand and held Song Qiwen together, "Whether it is life or death, we will see in a month."

Song Qiwen held him firmly, "Okay!"

Five years ago, it was the same handshake that led them to found Blackstone together.

Now, five years later, another handshake will create a new future for the entire Blackstone.

Financing sounds nice, but it’s actually holding your face and letting others step on it.

The first thing that popped into Ren Chuan's mind were the two little boys with their mobile phones pinched in their palms, and these two calls could not be made no matter what.

Because Cui Minghao is GAY, he broke up with his family very early. He worked hard all the way to get into the medical university by himself. After several years, he became the deputy chief physician. Make more money.

Zhu Kaifeng is rich, but he is really a rich second generation. He has a doctorate in logistics and has not yet graduated. All he has is his father's money, and he has not officially taken over the family business.

As long as Ren Chuan said, the two of them would definitely be able to help, but they were just a drop in the bucket and couldn't save the fire.

Turning the phone address book upside down, Ren Chuan's thumb landed on "10086".

He remembered what Song Qiwen said today, "Unless someone falls from the sky with a lot of stupid money, otherwise there is no way to start all over again."

People are stupid and have a lot of money, but there is.

Ren Chuan hesitated, his palms were covered with sweat, his thumb trembled suddenly, and the call was dialed.

Ren Chuan was in a hurry, and just about to hang up, Jiang Huan's voice came from the phone, "Chuan'er?"

"Yeah." Ren Chuan bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to calm down, "It's me."

Jiang Huan didn't expect Ren Chuan to call him, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." Ren Chuan didn't know what to say, his eyes drifted out of the window, and a thin layer of red appeared on the ear bones, "Maybe..."

"...I miss you a little bit."

"Bao'er." Jiang Huan wished to give him his heart, "I miss you too."

Even though there was a corridor across, Ren Chuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Let's have dinner together at noon."

Talking about business is easy to talk about at the dinner table.

"Okay." Jiang Huan really agreed, "Let's have dinner together."

As soon as he agreed, Zhong Nian knocked on the door and came in, "Boss, there is a meeting in meeting room [-] at one o'clock in the afternoon."

It was less than an hour and a half before one o'clock, not enough time to drive out to eat, Jiang Huan just wanted to say no, when Ren Chuan said, "I'll find you in your office."

Ren Chuan didn't want to cause too much trouble for Jiang Huan, "I ordered a takeaway to take, do you think it's okay?"

"Okay." Jiang Huan was eager to see Ren Chuan, "My office is at the same location as yours."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Huan opened the memo on the phone, and wrote down in a note titled "Bao'er", "Today, Bao'er came to my office for dinner."

Looking forward, there are still all kinds of things, "Travel with Baoer." "Boer is so cute." "Boer's pajamas are bears."

Little by little, it's all joy.

Ren Chuan ordered a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant. When ordering food, he was a little at a loss, realizing that he really didn't know what Jiang Huan liked to eat.

He seems to eat everything, like a pig.

Ren Chuan followed the standard of feeding pigs, bought shrimp dumplings by cage, and sent them to his office full of two bags.

He called Meng Chun, "Go—"

Ren Chuan smiled slyly, "Come with me to visit the class."

Speaking of which, Ren Chuan had never been to the East Building. It used to be a place that sold office supplies, but when the business failed, it was left idle.

Walking through the long corridor, pushing open the door, the eyes suddenly light up, as if stepping into the future in a trance.

The floor under your feet is not a floor tile but an electronic sensor screen. Every time you take a step, countless branches and leaves will grow on the bottom of your feet, like a dream. The overall space adopts a simple design with large blank areas, which looks more technological.

Y**drasil - the tree of the world.

Zhong Nian had been waiting at the door for a long time. He exchanged a glance with Meng Chun, blinked his eyes, and then bowed to Ren Chuan, "Mr. Ren, this way please."

The decoration style of Jiang Huan's office is consistent with that of the whole company, but it also has a sense of cautiousness of an old European bank. Walking in makes people feel like an enemy. Ren Chuan glanced at the wine cabinet, and he couldn't name many of them.

Jiang Huan was wearing a dark blue suit and gold-rimmed glasses. A slender chain of glasses hung down, reflecting a little light. He was extremely abstinent, like a serious old professor.

Ren Chuan only thought of one word.

Clothes beasts.

He was a little afraid to go forward, and the takeaway took out his palm with a red mark, "Then what... Otherwise, let's go to the restaurant to eat."

He was afraid of desecrating Jiang Huan's office.

"It's okay." Jiang Huan came up to help him carry it, "I also sometimes eat in the office."

Ren Chuan was a little surprised: "You also... steal snacks."

Jiang Huan choked, "Ahem..."

He looked at Ren Chuan, as if he had caught a chipmunk who was stealing food, and he was willing to join forces, "Yes, that's right, I will also steal snacks."

Arrange the food boxes in the same way, a table with complete color, fragrance and taste.

Ren Chuan didn't move his chopsticks, he peeled the shrimp for Jiang Huan first, and was served out of nowhere, Jiang Huan was a little stupid, he looked at Ren Chuan in fear, "Chuan'er... I didn't do anything wrong, right?"

"No." Ren Chuan put the peeled shrimp into his bowl, "Why do you ask so suddenly?"

Since it wasn't his fault, Jiang Huan stared at Ren Chuan, "Then you..."

Ren Chuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

After a moment of silence, his face was a little hot, and he said cautiously, "Brother..."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Huan was frightened by his brother, for fear that this meal would be his leaving meal, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Stop torturing him.

Ren Chuan swallowed his saliva, and ate a mouthful of shrimp dumplings under cover, "No... nothing..."

He still couldn't speak to Jiang Huan.

Heishi is like a bottomless pit at this moment, no one knows how much to fill in, he knows that as long as he speaks, Jiang Huan will definitely help.

But he didn't want to drag Jiang Huan into the abyss.

In case he loses completely, he won't have the face to call "Brother" again in the future.

There was a tsunami in his heart, but Ren Chuan's face remained calm. He touched the back of Jiang Huan's hand and asked him to look at him. What he said was subtext, "What I'm wearing today...is your suit. .”

Jiang Huan looked at him, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down for nothing.

Ren Chuan showed a sly smile, with hooks in his eyes, "You say that when others look at us, do you mean like brothers, or—"

"—Couples?"