Metropolis: I was forced to be the villain

In the bedroom, the sound of Jiang Yanchen's heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed board slowly came out.

Three hours later...

Jiang Yanchen sat on the bed with his back against the head of the bed, holding a cigarette in his hand, took a puff of smoke and then slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke, forming smoke rings in the air.

As for Song Zhiwei, she was lying under the quilt with her face flushed, and she could clearly see that her beautiful face was rosy white, and there were still fine beads of sweat on her tall nose and delicate forehead.

Her breathing was a little short, and her whole body was already limp at this moment, and she didn't even bother to just raise her arms.

"Not to mention, this new trick you learned is really cool!" Jiang Yanchen stretched out his hand to gently stroke Song Zhiwei's small face, and said softly with a smile.

Hearing this, Song Zhiwei opened her eyes, and there was a look of pride in her eyes. She adjusted her breathing and said, "Of course, I have put in a lot of effort!"

Jiang Yanchen leaned over and asked with a smirk, "Why don't you come again?"

Hearing this, Song Zhiwei slightly pursed her red lips, clasped the quilt tightly with her fingers, and said softly, "Aren't you afraid of hypocrisy?"

"It's not empty, you don't know what my body is?" Jiang Yanchen put out his half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray, leaned over and whispered in Song Zhiwei's ear.

Hearing the sound, Song Zhiwei's eyes widened, and she hurriedly stopped Jiang Yanchen's big hand, and hurriedly said, "Take a break, I... my whole body is sore!"

Seeing Song Zhiwei begging for mercy, Jiang Yanchen resisted not continuing to do anything, but just licked his mouth and said, "Zhiwei, let's not waste this good time tonight, after all, Shuang'er and Huanbing are looking for excuses The one who left was to leave us enough time and space, so we can't let them down!"

"Oh, I know!" Song Zhiwei was a little helpless, turned her head, looked sideways at Jiang Yanchen, her eyes were full of tenderness, and said, "Just take a break, you always let me take it easy!"

"Ha ha!"

Looking at Song Zhiwei's flushed little face, Jiang Yanchen couldn't help laughing, and stopped teasing her.

Before she knew it, Song Zhiwei closed her eyes, her breathing gradually became steady, and she slowly fell asleep.

Jiang Yanchen didn't bother her either, but he was thinking about Tang Zhuang's board of directors in his mind.

At present, the first step is relatively successful. The new mask has been snapped up as soon as it is launched. As long as the current sales volume is stabilized, it only takes two days to break through the record of Tangzhuang.

And this is what Jiang Yanchen is worried about, will Xu Cong get in the way?

At the same time, although it was ten o'clock in the evening, the single-family attic where Xu Cong lived was still as bright as day.

In the hall, on the main sofa, Xu Cong stared at the various data about the new facial mask played by the projector with a gloomy face, including its composition.

"What exactly is this Xueyan solution?" Xu Cong asked in a heavy voice.

On the three-seater sofas on both sides, Chen Li and several other directors also had serious faces.

The secretary Xiao Wu stood aside respectfully, seeing Xu Cong's questioning, he quickly explained: "Chairman, the powerful effect of the new mask is due to the addition of this snow face solution, but after our testing and analysis, we can't analyze it. The specific ingredients of this snow face solution."

"waste!"

Xu Cong cursed with a gloomy face, and then said loudly: "We must try to stop the sale of new facial masks, and we must curb the current momentum of panic buying."

Chen Li's eyes flashed, and he frowned slightly: "Chairman, there are still three days before the deadline set by Jiang Yanchen. As long as we stop the sales of the new facial mask a little bit, its sales will not break Tang Zhuang's record."

"What good idea do you have?" Xu Cong nodded slightly and asked.

Chen Li was silent for a moment, and immediately said: "First, go to the market to spread rumors, saying that the new mask contains a lot of hormones, which will affect human health. work."

Regarding Chen Li's proposal, Xu Cong nodded. For now, these two methods are still very good.

"Let's do it, try to find some people who have nothing to do with Tang Zhuang, the purpose is to disturb them." Xu Zong glanced at the secretary Xiao Wu, and ordered.

Xiao Wu bowed and retreated, and Chen Li continued: "Chairman, if you still can't prevent the new mask from breaking the sales record, are you really going to let Jiang Yanchen join the board of directors?"

Hearing this, Xu Cong didn't answer immediately, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "The person I sent to the imperial capital to inquire about the news has disappeared, do you know what this means?"

"Could it be?!" Chen Li's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly leaned forward, "Could it be that Jiang Yanchen is really the young master of the Jiang Group?"

"Whether he is or not, at least it has shown that his identity is not just the president of an investment company in Jinghai City." Xu Cong narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

The information that can be found is what people hope and want you to see.

However, even if Jiang Yanchen is the young master of the Jiang Group, Xu Cong is not afraid, because the Tang Group behind him is not a persimmon.

In the final analysis, it was his unfulfilling son who lost the shares that gave Jiang Yanchen the opportunity to enter Tang Zhuang.

In the blink of an eye, Song Zhiwei was still in a drowsy sleep, but a sudden ringing of the phone woke her up.

"Mr. Song, something happened. Early this morning, a group of people came to the company with masks to make trouble, saying that our masks had side effects and caused problems with their bodies!" Xiao Zhang's voice was a little flustered on the phone, and he could Some noisy voices were faintly heard.

"Don't worry, I'll go over now." Song Zhiwei hung up the phone, her brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yanchen asked.

"It should be Tang Zhuang who made the move. It's just that this method is a bit cheap, but I have to say that this cheap method is indeed the most direct and effective!" Song Zhiwei began to put on her clothes, her pretty face slightly cold.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Yanchen also frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Xu Cong is trying to procrastinate, as long as the sales of our mask can't break Tang Zhuang's record, we will be considered a failure!"

"Old fox!" Jiang Yanchen cursed secretly, and got up to get dressed.

"You rest, I'll just go and deal with it!" Jiang Yanchen said with tender eyes.

Song Zhiwei didn't stop putting on her clothes because of this, she shook her head and said, "I'll just go, I'll check the process, I know how to solve this kind of problem."

Therefore, Jiang Yanchen drove to Tianwei Company with Song Zhiwei, and from a distance, he saw a group of rioters holding "Return my health" signs making noise.

As soon as Song Zhiwei appeared, the group of troublemakers rushed over like a swarm, and Jiang Yanchen quickly stood in front of Song Zhiwei.