Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

Qin Feng looked at the appearance of the two husbands and husbands, shrugged his shoulders, and looked helpless.

"I just said it casually."

He looked at Song Chubai, said with a smile, "President Ling is right, Mr. Song, you are special."

Not only is it special to Ling Rongge, it is also special to them who are now in a difficult situation.

Qin Feng waved his hand, and the man in black who was standing by the side quickly stepped back.

The door was closed from the outside, leaving only the three of them in the room.

Qin Feng bent down, continued the action just now, and slowly lifted the stone.

At the same time, he slowly said: "All resources are limited, and rough stones are no exception."

"Over the past few years, the number of rough stones has decreased a lot, and the probability of producing emeralds has also decreased a lot. Our people have simulated and calculated that within ten years, the amount of emeralds will be reduced to one-thousandth of what it is now."

"At that time, all kinds of machines will stop due to lack of energy, and then..."

Needless to say, Qin Feng, both Song Chubai and Ling Rongge knew what it would be like.

But Song Chubai still didn't understand.

"What does this have to do with me?"

He is not a savior, it is impossible to conjure rough stones and emeralds out of thin air.

Although he could feel which rough stones contained emeralds, if there were no rough stones, he would be useless.

Qin Feng glanced at Ling Rongge, and continued to explain: "We urgently need some technology to change the current predicament."

"Although we have many talented personnel, we haven't made much progress in technology in recent years. On the contrary, Mr. Ling..."

Ling Rongge seemed to be aware of what Qin Feng was about to say, and took his words and said: "The laboratory under my company's name has made great progress in completing independent operation projects without the need for jade as the energy cornerstone in the past two years. .”

Song Chubai nodded thoughtfully, he seemed to understand a little bit.

"But Ling is always uncontrollable." Qin Feng took his words again, "We need a collaborator, but this collaborator must remain rational and not be troubled by the stone gambling itself. We don't need a lunatic."

That's why Ling Rongge was tested.

Brains dominated by gambling addiction cannot cooperate with the technology they want even if they have it in their hands.

Qin Feng gave Song Chubai a meaningful look, "From now on, President Ling seems to care more about Mr. Song."

Otherwise, they would not break into the house, but would be immersed in the excitement of gambling, betting with them who were separated by a wall again and again.

After being told by Qin Feng, Song Chubai's ears turned even redder.

He glanced at Ling Rongge secretly, and couldn't help but think, in his heart, is he more important than gambling?

So, doesn't that mean his gambling addiction can also be cured?

Thinking of this, Song Chubai couldn't help but smirked.

Ling Rongge: ...

He lowered his head helplessly, pinched Song Chubai's face, "Why are you smirking?"

They were clearly talking about business.

"Because I'm very happy." Song Chubai took the initiative to lean into Ling Rongge's ear and whispered, "So you care about me so much."

The warm breath sprayed on Ling Rongge's ears, and there was an inexplicable tingling sensation.

Coupled with Song Chubai's straightforward and pure words, Ling Rongge's heart trembled, and the suppressed desire to gamble seemed to be suppressed by another emotion.

He pursed his lips lightly, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."

Maybe, he cares about him more than he imagined.