President, he can't control the Shura field.

Jian Fanchen feels that this Cheng Lian usually doesn't speak, and when he speaks, he doesn't leave any leeway.Ying Ming was so excited that he clenched his fists.

Young people are young people, they take every game seriously.

But the male protagonist wants to fight, it's understandable.

Jian Fanchen turned around and sat in the VR egg chair beside him, watching the show like a melon-eating crowd.

The staff obviously felt the tense atmosphere, but they didn't know why these handsome guys played the game so seriously, they didn't dare to ask, so they had to turn on the machines quickly.

Although it is said that the person who breaks the record wins, but the records of different games are different, and the games chosen are different, so the difficulty is naturally different.

When the staff was preparing to introduce the record scores of each machine, someone had already selected the machine.

Ying Ming went straight to the boxing machine, took off his suit and jacket with a serious face, and rolled up his sleeves.Seeing this, the staff quickly handed over the blindfold and boxing gloves, and asked carefully, "Do you need us to introduce you?"

Ying Ming answered in a low voice while putting on his gloves: "No, thank you."

Seeing that he didn't ask anything, the others went directly to choose their own machines.

It's a matter of dignity, after all, the opponent doesn't care about the record, if you pick the one with the lowest record, it will look bad, and it's meaningless to win.

Jiang Tang chose a shooting game, which he thought he was the best at.

Jianzhuo sat in a simulated racing car, and the staff handed him the helmet.

Before putting on the helmet, he turned his head and saw Cheng Lian, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

Cheng Lian walked to the side and picked up the electric guitar.

Ying Ming and Jiang Tang looked back at him, their hearts skipped a beat at the same time.

They didn't notice the Guitar Hero game just now, no wonder Cheng Lian was so determined to win it.

They all vaguely guessed what Cheng Lian wanted to do.

Cheng Lian was not polite, after putting on the vr glasses, before the game started, he tried the sound with his fingers deftly and skillfully.

Ying Ming flexed her wrist, turned her head, and directly entered the hard mode for a quick victory.

Jian Zhuo also withdrew his gaze, looked at the screen in front of the car, buckled down the helmet visor forcefully, shifted the gear and stepped on the accelerator.

Sitting in the egg chair watching the play, Jian Fanchen sighed, the male protagonists really don't want to lose.

He was interested in watching, until he heard two staff members whispering next to him.

One said: "The handsome guys are so strong."

Another said: "That's right, it's so hard, I don't know what the prize is so attractive."

Jian Fanchen suddenly came to his senses, could it be that they fought so hard not for the sake of gaining popularity?But to fight for steamed buns?

But what steamed buns did they want so much?

Cheng Lian's battle-loving look seemed to be hooked by a driving force.But he is not a greedy person, and the resources are in place, what else does he want?

Jian Fanchen didn't understand for a while, when the phone rang suddenly.

Because the customer arrived, he left the experience hall first.

By the time he finished the meeting, it was almost noon.

Xiao An walked in and said to him very happily: "Boss, have you heard about what happened to them in the experience hall in the past few mornings?"

Jian Fanchen nodded: "Of course I know, I let them go."

Xiao An excitedly said, "Do you know who won?"

Jian Fanchen suddenly felt a little nervous: "Who?"

"Assistant Cheng!" Xiao An said, "It even broke the record! Is the bidding more stable this time?"

Jian Fanchen paused slightly, then nodded.

He was not surprised that Cheng Lian could beat the other three with Guitar Hero. After all, Cheng Lian played the guitar as if he was at his own home court, so there was not much suspense.But after all, it is a video game and not a musical instrument, so it is not easy to break the record.

After knowing the result, he actually felt faintly uneasy.Cheng Lian's tone just now, should have already thought about what he wants to ask him.

He thought that Cheng Lian would come to find him as soon as he won, but he didn't see anyone until it was almost past the meal time.

After Jian Fanchen finished processing a document, he felt hungry, so he went to the cafeteria first, and met Ying Ming in the cafeteria.

"Boss Jian? You haven't eaten yet?" Ying Ming was at the dining counter, looking a little surprised.Since the last time I met Jian Fanchen in the cafeteria, I haven't seen him again these days.

"Well, I'm starving to death." Jian Fanchen took a dinner plate and asked casually, "Are you alone? What about them?"

"Who?" Ying Ming was used to being alone, and came to lunch by himself every day, so he didn't realize who he was talking about.

"Where are Jiang Tang and the others? How long have you been playing?" Jian Fanchen began to choose dishes while talking.

Seeing that he came to the Sichuan food counter, Ying Ming handed him the spoon of the boiled beef and said, "Well, it will be scattered after beating."

He paused for a few seconds, then added: "Cheng Lian won."

Jian Fanchen nodded: "I know, Xiaoan said it. But you also played very well, games, don't be so serious."

Ying Ming hummed and said nothing.

They were choosing dishes, and a master cook from the kitchen happened to come out to replace them with new dishes.

"Hey, Mr. Jian, you are a rare visitor." The master chef greeted Jian Fanchen enthusiastically, "You come here once in a while, eat more quickly, and see if our craftsmanship has improved."

Jian Fanchen said with a smile: "Can you not eat? I wish I could come every day, but sometimes I am too busy to take time off."

The master chef said while changing the plate: "If you want to eat it, I will send it to the office. By the way, the chicken salad you asked for last time is quite popular, and young people love it now."

Ying Ming's gaze fell on the salad on the plate, and then at Jian Fanchen.

"Boss Jian," Ying Ming asked him when they sat down, "Did you ask me to add the chicken breast salad?"

"Yeah, last time I saw that you only ate salad and didn't have any meat dishes. What should you do if you don't have the energy to work in the afternoon?" The subordinates are not given enough to eat when they are squeezed.

Ying Ming was silent for a while, then whispered, "Thank you, President Jian."

He felt that he really didn't care about others.Jian Fanchen is his boss and his creditor, but he is so careful, which makes him feel ashamed.

From childhood to adulthood, he never felt that there was any problem with his solitary personality.But Jian Fanchen made him want to change more and more.

Ying Ming, who never cared about other people's opinions, unexpectedly found that she also wanted to be nice to others.But he is not like Jiang Tang, who is naturally slick in all aspects, he has a barrier to expression.

"Mr. Jian," he took the initiative to chat abnormally today, "You said last time that I should accept other people's kindness. After accepting the kindness, how should I convey the kindness back?"

Jian Fanchen stopped his chopsticks, he found that Yingming was a little different today, as if he was not as repulsive as usual.

He suddenly smiled: "Did you thank Xiaoqian last time?"

Ying Ming was taken aback, and replied after a few seconds: "Yes, I said thank you."

Jian Fanchen was very satisfied, and said: "Treat your friends sincerely, you will find what they need, and they will also receive your kindness."

He knew that Yingming was still very kind, but sometimes he opened his mouth, and sometimes he didn't.

In the afternoon, he read the materials and answered emails in the office. After a busy day of official duties, he was relieved.

In the past few days, as long as he didn't meet, Jiang Tang and the others would come to look for him, but today was very clean and no one disturbed him.

He was thinking, and just as he got up to feed the stick figure, Cheng Lian came to look for him.

"President Jian, did I disturb you?"

When Cheng Lian came back to his office, he didn't have the vigor he had in the morning, and his tone was much calmer, even a little cautious.

Jian Fanchen looked at him and asked, smiled and said, "I'm not busy, come in."

Cheng Lian walked in, glanced at the flowers on the coffee table, and said nothing.

"Xiao An came to tell me that you broke the record, you are very good." Jian Fanchen said in an encouraging tone to the employees, "I also asked them why you disappeared after winning, and you didn't come to ask for rewards."

Cheng Lian raised the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Jian, are you looking forward to my coming, or are you afraid of seeing me?"

"Afraid? Why are you afraid of you coming? Do you think I'm a boss who will renege on his debts?" Jian Fanchen thought he was very strange.

"No," Cheng Lian approached his desk, put his hands on the table, and looked at him, "Then can I come to accept the award?"

Jian Fanchen felt that there was something in his words, but also curious about what he would want, so he nodded: "I said, as long as it doesn't break the law, it's fine."

"It's not illegal," Cheng Lian said, "We're legal."

He paused, retracted his hand on the desk, took out an invitation ticket, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Jian Fanchen, his voice full of sincerity.

"Mr. Jian, I want to invite you to do your best to accompany me to the music festival tomorrow."

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