doodle prince

"That's right." Wang He turned his body slightly, and introduced to Chen Feng the group of young talents in suits and leather shoes behind him.

"The people and cars behind me were all gifted to you by your father Chen Zihua, and I just accepted the commission to introduce them to you." Wang He clapped his hands and said lightly, "Come on, Introduce yourself to your new boss."

An elite at the front, carrying a briefcase, took a step forward, pushed his glasses away, and said.

"Hi Mr. Chen, I'm Zhou Xin, your assistant. I'm 29 years old. I have received a full scholarship from Yale University. I am proficient in nine languages ​​including English, Japanese, Korean, German, and French..."

"Hello, Mr. Chen, I am Zhang Longlong, your investment analyst. I am 27 years old and graduated from Harvard Business School. I was honored to be selected as the 'Global Outstanding Youth' by the World Economic Forum..."

Why on earth is it that the social elite, the favorite of the heavens, will come to work for him, a former brick mover with a trashy academic record and a failed marriage.

For vulgar yet great money.

Chen Feng was extremely ashamed.

"You have also seen the matter. Regarding Mr. Chen's salary being withheld, how do you think it should be resolved?" Wang He said.

Everyone responded enthusiastically.

"I think we should take the legal route. I will apply for labor arbitration as quickly as possible, and I guarantee that this lawsuit will win." said the lawyer who has been practicing for ten years.

"I just checked the information of this construction company in my spare time, and found that the owner of this construction company has an important business cooperation with Mr. Chen Zihua. Please just call Mr. Chen and we can solve it." The omnipotent secretary said.

"I heard that Mr. Chen wants to buy a house. How about taking over and buying this real estate? The location of this real estate is good, the infrastructure and traffic environment are good, and it is close to the business district. There will be better room for development in two or three years. As a Investment will be a good choice." The financial analyst suggested.

"I think it's better to buy a construction company directly. After all, it's just a small-scale construction company, and Mr. Chen doesn't seem to have any other investment plans at the moment. It's better to come here by chance than deliberately looking for it. The conditions of this company are good, and Mr. Chen Working experience in a construction company will be of great help to the company's future development. This is the company's development prospects and main personnel composition, Mr. Chen can consider it." The investment assistant handed over the information.

"Mr. Chen, I think we need to have separate, friendly, and harmonious communication with this unpaid boss." The muscular, two-meter-tall bodyguard chief clenched his fists and emphasized certain words .

The prince knew very little about the human world. To be honest, except for the threat of bodyguards gearing up, he didn't understand much of other people's suggestions, but this did not prevent him from habitually putting on a condescending attitude With a calm posture: "I think it is completely possible to take turns, Chen Feng, what do you think?"

Chen Feng Fu forehead: "...Are some of the suggestions a bit exaggerated?"

It's just a salary of more than 4000 yuan. As for the entire real estate, did the entire company buy it?

More than an exaggeration, it's simply unbelievable.

"That..." The contractor wiped the sweat off his face, and carefully handed over 5000 yuan in cash, "Old Chen, this is your salary."

"Huh? Oh, thanks."

Chen Feng took the salary, counted it twice, then took out his wallet and gave the contractor 240 yuan in change.

The contractor glanced at the muscular bodyguard behind Chen Feng, and said politely to the black-clothed bodyguard who was glaring at him, "Then goodbye, come and play whenever you need to... ah."

"Goodbye."

Chen Feng turned his head and walked out. While walking, he counted the hard-earned money back and forth twice, and put it in his wallet, feeling even satisfied in his heart.

The captain of the bodyguard opened the car door for Chen Feng and Wang He.

Chen Feng glanced at the car, and sat in it with Wang He.

"That's it?" Wang He curled his lips, as if he was unwilling, "It's not grand at all, it's a waste of me bringing so many people."

Chen Feng turned his head to look at Wang He, and smiled: "How else do you want to be grand?"

Wang He turned his head and looked out of the car, suddenly thought of something, turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and said to Chen Feng: "Don't interfere later, let you see what style is."

"Okay." Chen Feng's eyes were full of smiles.

Wang He quickly asked the driver to stop the car.

Chen Feng turned his head to look out the window, his expression slightly startled.

They stopped in front of a restaurant.

A restaurant that is not too unfamiliar.

Chen Feng came here half a month ago to eat a bowl of vegetarian ramen, and was slandered by the shop owner that he stole 200 yuan from the cash register, and then the shop owner and four shop assistants took him out, beat him up, and threw him into the trash bucket.

Chen Feng looked at Wang He.

Wang He didn't get out of the car, but stretched out one hand out of the window, called the captain of the bodyguard, gave him a few instructions in a low voice, and then closed the window again.

Immediately afterwards, the captain of the bodyguard led eight or nine bodyguards behind him into the restaurant.

After 3 minutes, the customers in the restaurant left one after another.

Five minutes later, the captain of the bodyguard and the bodyguards took the owner of the restaurant and entered the alley next to him with four shop assistants.

Ten minutes later, Wang He invited Chen Feng to get out of the car together.

The car was parked not far from the alley, and when the door opened, the screams could be heard.

Chen Feng followed Wang He and walked towards the alley at a leisurely pace. The alley was narrow and deep, and the sound was exaggerated.

When Chen Feng entered the alley, the owner of the store had his ribs broken, and his high-pitched screams were piercing and piercing.

Wang He blocked one ear in disgust.

The bodyguard who was riding on him and was beating him covered the owner's mouth.

"Stop." Chen Feng said.

The movements of the bodyguards all stopped as if the pause button had been pressed instantly.

The five people on the ground were bruised and swollen, moaning in pain, and found it difficult to even stand up.

The bodyguards stood up and adjusted their suits, bowed to Chen Feng, and then completed their last task.

—and threw all five of them into the garbage truck next to them.

The garbage truck was not big, so their posture seemed very crowded. The shop owner's head protruded from under the thigh of a shop assistant. When he saw Chen Feng, he finally remembered something and yelled tremblingly.

"...It's...it's you."

"I will sue you, I will definitely... I will sue you."

Wang He turned his head, and casually said to the lawyer next to him, "Let's solve it."

The lawyer walked forward, took out a stack of photos of Chen Feng being beaten half a month ago, and said to the shopkeeper: "You can appeal, and we will definitely accompany you. By the way, I forgot to tell you..."

The lawyer looked up at the monitor in the corner, adjusted his glasses, and said softly, "The monitor in the corner accidentally broke down this morning. When you file a lawsuit, remember to find some other evidence."

Wang He lowered his head, playing with the Buddhist bead bracelet in his hand: "I just saw that the location of his store is not bad, but it doesn't seem to be suitable for a restaurant."

The secretary said respectfully: "I'll contact the owner of that building right now and help Mr. Chen buy that shop."

Wang He nodded, then turned to look at Chen Feng: "Chen Feng, what do you think that shop is good for?"

Chen Feng looked at Wang He and asked, "How do you know?"

About half a month ago, he was beaten.

Wang He didn't answer his question, but just glanced at the group of people stuffed in the trash can like arhats, then turned his head to look at Chen Feng, and asked, "Is it stylish?"

Chen Feng was silent for a while, and said, "Yes."

Wang He grinned, smiling as if he had completed a very successful prank.

"Chen Feng, he is a rich man now."

"But you might as well try to be a rich villain."

"—will be more interesting."

To be honest, Chen Feng didn't know how to be a rich villain.

Therefore, everything depends on Wang He's choice, Wang He thinks it is good, and Chen Feng wants it.

In just one afternoon, Chen Feng had already bought a company and a villa.

It's just that the repair work of the villa is not over yet, and Chen Feng still needs to live in his original home for about a week.

When Chen Feng came home, he went to pick up Chen Jiuxing.

Chen Jiuxing was actively talking to Chen Feng about the meal at the kindergarten at noon today, but when he got in the car and saw Wang He, he suddenly closed his mouth and fell asleep in Chen Feng's arms.

Wang He, who was sitting by the side, glanced at them and said, "He's not your son, why are you still treating him so well?"

Chen Feng quickly covered Chen Jiuxing's ears, and frowned: "Jiuxing will always be my son."

Wang He sneered, closed his eyes, and rested.

Wang He didn't go to Chen Feng's house, he suddenly said something happened on the way, so he left first.

When he got home, Chen Feng didn't wake Jiuxing up, and just carried him out of the car.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got out of the car, he saw Wang Baqiang who was picking Wang Shimei back.

Seeing Chen Feng getting out of the car, Wang Baqiang squinted his eyes to look at the car logo, then parked the electric car, walked over and made love: "Old Chen, your friend sent you back."

Chen Feng: "Yes."

"What kind of friend, he looks quite rich. That car is not something ordinary people can afford. It's a luxury car. Where did you meet your friend, Old Chen?"

Chen Feng paused, turned to look at Wang Baqiang, expressionless: "Does it have something to do with you?"

Wang Baqiang's face turned green and he stopped in place.

Chen Feng heard the doorbell again in the early morning.

Everything happened so coincidentally, just as Chen Feng was about to get out of bed and open the door, the phone rang.

While answering the phone, Chen Feng put on his shoes and went to open the door.

The phone was connected, but the person over there did not speak.

"Hello, I'm Chen Feng." Chen Feng spoke first.

"Why..." There was a man's voice over there, "I changed your faucet and the sink, what did I do wrong, why do you still give me a bad review?"

The man's voice gradually became distorted, and there was a sound of smashing things on the other end of the phone: "

I have worked so hard, why do you treat me like this, why—”

Chen Feng froze in place.

He gave the little brother a bad review because of the dripping water from the faucet.

This clearly happened in a dream.

...but it's not a dream.

So, the dirty ceiling, the broken glass, and the sesame seeds scattered all over the floor - it's not a dream, what is it.

Why is the ceiling dirty?

Why is the glass broken?

The...sesame seeds sprinkled all over the ground seem to be moving.

If not sesame seeds, what are they?

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell is ringing.

Chen Feng held the phone and looked at the door.

He suddenly remembered that he only heard his doorbell ring three times.

yesterday, and now.

Chen Feng finally understood where the deep sense of disobedience and disobedience in his heart came from when the girl left yesterday.

The door of his house has no doorbell at all.

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang again.

Like it never stops.

An absurd and treacherous atmosphere spread from around him.

The window of the living room was not closed, and the night wind from the 33rd floor howled, blowing Chen Jiuxing's handwork on the table to Chen Feng's feet.

Chen Feng lowered his head and saw a pale, laughing grimace mask.