Two women and two stories, this is Chen Zhu’s New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day.

Chen Zhu was a little unexpected, and he didn't know if these people would be there during next year's Spring Festival.

It's normal now, we are all still friends, and things like that that lead to disconnection shouldn't happen.

It’s understandable even if you’re not here, after all, flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year.

Anyway, what is certain is that the first day of the new year is the "breaking line" for winter vacation.

The first day of the new year has not passed yet, and the holiday always feels like a long one.

But after the first day of the new year, time is like water between the fingers. There is still a lot of it, but it also leaks out very quickly.

Soon all that's left are wet holiday memories.

CUHK starts on February 25th, which is basically the same date for colleges and universities in Guangzhou, because that day is a Monday.

However, with Chen's status, he is destined to not be able to enjoy the holidays like normal college students.

Work started retroactively on February 9, the second day of the Lunar New Year.

Zeng Kun, Xia Huilan, Song Qing, and Zhang Guangfeng are considered the company's leaders, and they all reported on time.

Yao Lan, Xiang Qing, Lu Fan, Feng Zhuolin, and Huo Qiaoling are the second batch of customer service staff, and they are not absent either.

When we recruit people after the new year, these will become old employees.

As for Fang Qing, Zhuang Mengshi and Ning Lianlian are not from Guangzhou, they are still celebrating the festival in their hometown.

The second sister Mao Xintong is also still in Heyuan, but I heard that she has bought a ticket for the third grade of junior high school to go back to Guangzhou.

Chen Zhu gave everyone 100 yuan in red envelopes, and then received 20 yuan in red envelopes from several married people. All in all, he still lost a lot.

Firecrackers are not allowed inside the Science and Technology Valley Park. Everyone will have a meal outside at noon to celebrate the start of the New Year.

The business process of Zhongda Learning Network has been very stable. It now has more than 4,500 annual members, including about 4,000 in Guangzhou.

Winter vacation is the golden period for students to make up for classes. Under the influence of advertising and the praise of Amway by parents, the conversion rate of annual membership is very high.

The retroactive income is also good. In addition to the huge membership fee of 4500*399, the company has to charge a certain amount of agency fees every time it arranges for a tutor to come to your home.

The employees are very excited because this means another big profit.

Zhang Guangfeng often laments that he never expected that a website could create so much revenue.

Chen Zhu smiled, is this still too much?

After all, Chen Chu has seen the big world and has participated in the construction of projects worth hundreds of millions or even tens of billions, so he doesn't feel that retroactive development is too exaggerated.

Besides, the essence of Taobao is just a website, but how much economic value does it create? How many people does it support?

Including the later Douyin, it was even just a mobile application, but it could make Zhang Yiming the richest man in the country.

In addition to work, Chen Zhu will also make some necessary visits.

For example, Cao Jingjun, the grade dean in high school, Chen Zhu specially bought some gifts after the new year and made an appointment to go to his house.

Now Lao Cao is not of much help to Chen Zhu's career, because even Teacher Qi Zheng cannot keep up with Chen Zhu's development pace.

However, Chen Zhu is not the kind of mediocre person who "uses you to step forward, not the back". On the contrary, when there is no conflict of interests, the more comfortable they get along with each other.

When Chen Zhu went to Lao Cao's house, he happened to meet some stubborn parents who were also giving gifts, hoping to find more ways for their children's future.

Cao Jingjun's attitude towards them was quite cold. This was not a sign of not helping, but a gesture.

And in front of these parents, Lao Cao also praised Chen Zhu unreservedly.

It seems like this is a ready-made example.

Just listen to him.

What you have today is the future for your children!

In addition to Cao Jingjun, Chen Zhu also had a meal with Liang Zhuang, the son of the deputy director of the TV station Liang Haoquan.

This was a meeting we had arranged for years ago.

Senior Brother Liang had good intentions. He saw something called a "super potential stock" in Chen Zhu and asked Liang Zhuang and Chen Zhu to get to know each other so that they could become familiar with each other.

In addition, I also hope that my son, who has been studying abroad for many years but cannot speak a word of English fluently, can seriously learn from the strengths of others.

You know, Chen Zhu is four or five years younger than Liang Zhuang.

However, Liangzhuang suffers from a common problem among young people - a first glance but a low skill, or it can also be called having a high self-esteem.

Anyway, when Chen Zhu was politely looking for a topic, Liang Zhuang took out his mobile phone and was busy sending messages and playing games, as if he didn't want to answer questions.

If this were Liang Haoquan, Chen Zhu would not mind at all with a smile.

But this is my son!

How could Chen Zhu be polite to his son?

He simply didn't bother to coax him and asked the waiter for a bowl of rice. After finishing the meal, he found an excuse to pay the bill and left.

This leaves the stupid son who was half-pretending and left to hang out.

When Liang Zhuang returned home, Liang Haoquan asked how the two chatted.

Liang Zhuang complained angrily, saying that Chen Zhu was an impolite person.

Liang Haoquan has been in contact with Chen Zhu many times, and he knows that this junior brother is ambitious, well-organized and skillful, but does not have the airs to show off. The problem should probably be caused by Liang Zhuang.

Liang Haoquan felt very sorry that there was no spark of friendship between his son and Chen Zhu. He sighed and said, "You will definitely regret it in the future."

"What do I regret? Didn't he just set up a small website?"

Liang Zhuang said disdainfully: "I will graduate in June this year. Get me some resources and start a business when I return to China. I can easily surpass that pretty boy!"

"I found resources for you, but you didn't cherish them!"

Liang Haoquan said unceremoniously: "What else do you want me to do? Your father is just a deputy director of the TV station affiliated with the municipal government's propaganda department, not the mayor of Guangzhou!"

"When did you find it for me?"

Liang Zhuang was stunned for a long time, and finally realized: "Is that the one - Chen Zhu, who is just a freshman?"

"I asked you to read more books on traditional culture, but you just didn't listen! Do you know what [The Hidden Dragon in the Deep] of the Book of Changes is?"

Liang Haoquan shook his head and said: "Chen Zhu hasn't fully gained momentum yet. If you can make friends with him well, you will gain more respect than if you try to get close to him after he has become famous."

"dad."

Liang Zhuang was very confused: "Are you so optimistic about Chen Zhu?"

"The TV station is like a show that comes and goes. Under the spotlight, there are all kinds of colorful people.

Beiliang Haoquan sighed and said, "I've met countless people in Taili, and there won't be any deviation here with Chen Zhu. When he finishes his four years of college, I guess I'll have to make an appointment in advance to see him."

""Ah? Are you kidding me?"

Liang Zhuang thought his father was joking.

Chen Zhu didn't even know that Senior Brother Liang was speaking so highly of himself behind his back.

Of course, this may be to use "other people's children" to motivate Liang Zhuang, hoping that he will be brave enough to make progress after realizing his shame.

Back when work started, Chen Zhu often traveled between his home and the Science and Technology Valley, sometimes going back to his dormitory to take a nap at noon.

During the Chinese New Year, the CUHK campus can be described as “deserted”

Walking on the familiar Yixian Avenue, the surrounding buildings are still the same, and the buildings are still the same. Even the flowers and plants seem to have not changed.

But the former students seemed to disappear out of thin air, and it felt like a science fiction blockbuster had descended on me.

Occasionally, I can meet one or two people at the entrance of the library or canteen.

When they passed each other, they were all curious about each other's identity and the reason for staying in school.

It's a pity that this leisurely life was interrupted by a phone call from Wan Xulin within two days.

He said he had returned to Guangzhou.

Wan Xulin was sent by Chen Zhu to Macau a few years ago to perform an important task - "fraud under orders", and he was also given a fraud fund of 100,000 yuan.

During this period, he didn't call back a single call, and Chen Zhu was so worried that he seemed to have forgotten that such a thing happened.

"Where are you?"

Chen Zhu asked.

"I just arrived at the Provincial Passenger Terminal."

Wan Xulin hesitated for a moment and finally said: "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry—"

When Chen Zhu heard "I'm sorry", he knew that things were not going that smoothly.

But this task itself is difficult, and failure is understandable.

Chen Zhu has actually been a leader, and he knows very well that an outstanding leader must have the heart to tolerate the failures of his subordinates.

Chen Zhu has encountered some very low-level leaders. Once a subordinate messes up something, they will scold or even punish them regardless of the consequences.

In fact, sometimes it is really caused by objective reasons.

Their reaction of only looking at results seems to indicate that they have high requirements and standards for their work.

In fact, when subordinates do things again, their first thought is not to do their best to complete the task, but to think about how to escape punishment or pass the blame to others if they fail.

Chen Zhu came from this kind of environment, so how could he bring the seeds of such negative influence to the company?

Therefore, without giving Wan Xulin a chance to apologize, Chen Zhu interrupted directly: "I haven't seen my daughter for so long.

You should go to the hospital to see Xiaochan first."

"Mr. Chen——"

Wan Xulin wants to say something else.

"Go ahead."

Chen Zhu said gently: "I'll be there later."

Wan Xulin then stopped insisting.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhu leaned on his chair and thought deeply.

The guideline I gave to Wan Xulin was to "be courteous first and then attack". See if you can buy even a [Flower Picture] from Gao Lijie in a legitimate way.

If that doesn't work, then let Wan Xulin use his "specialty" and "request" a painting from Gao Lijie.

But judging from Wan Xulin's reaction, both methods should have failed.

"If that doesn't work, we may have to ask Professor Guan to come forward."

Chen Zhu thought about the feasibility of this step.

After all, Professor Guan Yongyi is now the leader of the Lingnan School of Painting, and is most likely the sponsor behind the Gao Jianfu Cultural Center.

With this connection, and besides, I just want to buy a painting, Gao Lijie can deny me, but he has to give Professor Guan face.

After making this decision, Chen packed up and headed to the First Affiliated School of CUHK.

Wan Xulin took the subway and arrived a little earlier than Chen Chu, and the hospital was much deserted during the Chinese New Year than usual.

The afternoon sun has set a little lower, and there is a misty and empty feeling in the dark corridor of the inpatient department. The bright floor tiles reflect the desolation in the air, and the reassuring smell of disinfectant lingers in the nose.

Wan Xulin came outside the ward of the hematology department. Because it was too quiet, he heard his daughter's familiar voice in the corridor.

"Sister Qing."

Wan Yuchan said pitifully: "Can I not take such bitter medicine?"

"no!"

One person refused forcefully.

"This is a prescription that Mr. Chen asked an old Chinese doctor to prescribe because of his connections. He usually works for big leaders, so how can he treat us ordinary people?"

She coaxed Wan Yuchan: "Look at the donkey-hide gelatin and ginseng antler here. This bowl is more expensive than gold.

Drink it quickly!"

Wan Xulin recognized whose voice it was, it seemed to be a retroactive female employee named "Song Qing".

He is young but very steady in his work and has won the trust of the big boss.

Before Wan Xulin went to Macau, this girl and Sister Chen often came to accompany Wan Yuchan.

"I didn't expect...Mr. Chen spent so much money on Xiaochan again."

Wan Xulin suddenly felt very ashamed and felt guilty that he could not see Chen Zhu again.

Since Wan Yuchan moved into the First Affiliated School of CUHK, Wan Xulin has not worried about anything, whether it is medical expenses or hospitalization expenses, including coordinating expert consultations and medical treatment.

If leukemia is to be cured in the future, bone marrow replacement will be required under current medical conditions, which is another huge expense.

However, Mr. Chen took the initiative and said that he would shoulder the responsibility.

But I didn't even complete the first task assigned by Mr. Chen.

"Have you not long ago made up your mind to pay with your life? I wonder what there is to shrink from?"

Wan Xulin lowered his head and broke his heart.

"——Okay then, I'll just drink it."

Although Wan Yuchan in the ward is only 7 years old, after she became seriously ill, her mother left her and ran away from home, and her father often worked outside. She has experienced a lot of human suffering at a young age.

She probably knew that this bowl of medicine was hard-won, so she picked it up and drank it.

Standing outside, Wan Xulin seemed to be able to smell a bitter smell mixed with a strong medicinal aroma.

After a while, Wan Yuchan probably finished the drink while holding her breath, put down the bowl and took a big breath.

"Quick, quick, eat sweets, eat sweets!"

Song Qing quickly peeled off a candy and stuffed it into Wan Yuchan's mouth.

After Wan Yuchan drank the bitter medicine and ate some sweets, she kept spitting in her mouth.

"It's like the sound of piglets clattering in the trough eating."

Song Qing said with a smile.

"No~, I'm not a little pig!"

Wan Yuchan refused.

"You are what you are."

Song Qing stretched out her hand to scratch Wan Yuchan's little sister, deliberately teasing her little sister who had a sore mouth.

"Goose goose."

Wan Yuchan rolled around on the hospital bed to hide.

The heartfelt laughter reached Wan Xulin's ears outside the door, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

Just as he was about to go in, he suddenly heard Song Qing ask: "Will you be able to adapt to eating at Professor Zeng's house during the Spring Festival this year?"

Wan Xulin's footsteps stopped for a moment.

When he was in Macau, he never thought of calling his daughter and sending him a "Happy New Year" blessing.

However, after much hesitation, I finally gave up the idea.

What he was doing in Macau was a fraud. Once he was accidentally exposed, it was very likely that Wan Yuchan would be involved by tracing the source.

Another reason is that when "doing things" outside, Wan Xulin doesn't want to be distracted too much by family ties.

"So, Xiaochan didn't spend the Spring Festival alone in the ward, but was taken to someone else's home?"

Wan Xulin thought silently.

Since I don’t have any acquaintances in Guangzhou, this must be Mr. Chen’s arrangement again.

"Of course I get used to it!"

Wan Yuchan said in an excited tone like a child describing new things:

"Uncle Zeng's family is very kind to me. They don't like spicy food, but Aunt Xia specially made spicy soup for me!"

"There is also the beautiful sister Zeng Yumin, who secretly took me to watch movies on the computer at night. She also said that she and her classmates were waiting for a game in which the protagonist is a red-nosed mouse.

"On the first day of the new year, I even received red envelopes from Uncle Zeng and Aunt Xia! If I hadn't needed injections, they wouldn't have wanted me to come back!"

"Sister Qing——."

As Wan Yuchan talked, her voice gradually became quieter.

"What's wrong?"

Song Qing responded.

"I've never received a red envelope before."

Wan Yuchan said softly: "After I came to Guangzhou, you gave me a lot of red envelopes. I am so happy that I want to die immediately, so that I will not die of illness and pain, but a happy death."

.”

"Don't say that again in the future!"

Song Qing suddenly interrupted angrily.

She knew what kind of disease Wan Yuchan had.

Extremely dangerous.

It can get worse at any time.

Even in a hospital like the First Affiliated Hospital of CUHK, professors cannot guarantee the cure effect.

During this period of getting along, everyone fell in love with this well-behaved but ill-fated little girl.

Now her seemingly casual words reflect her calm acceptance of death.

How old is she?

After the Chinese New Year, I was just eight years old!

This is not sensible.

It is a kind of resistance to "living" that arises in the young mind after being stabbed with needles countless times, dying of pain and suffering countless times, and crying secretly in the dark for countless times.

Although I don’t understand death.

But I am no longer afraid of death.

"Xiaochan, my sister told you—."

Song Qing sniffed, her voice choked with sobs:

"You will definitely be cured. The doctor uncle said that as long as we actively cooperate with the treatment, eat more meat and vegetables, take medicine on time, and transplant the bone marrow as soon as a matching bone marrow is found."

"You will soon be able to study like other children. My sister will give you a big red envelope every Spring Festival!"

"We all like you so much. Sister Xintong will bring you fried dried fish from Heyuan tonight. Don't you want to play games with sister Yumin?"

"Sister Qing, I'm sorry, please stop crying, okay——"

When Wan Yuchan saw Song Qing crying, she dropped the little golden beans herself and lovingly stretched out her little hand to wipe Song Qing's tears.

Wan Xulin, who was standing at the door, suddenly left quickly and came to the stairs. When he looked up, tears were already streaming down his face.

He was worried that he would shock his daughter so he didn't make a sound. He just opened his mouth and cried silently, letting the tears flow down his cheeks into his mouth.

It was as salty as sea water choking my nose, and I was so short of breath that I almost couldn't breathe.

Wan Xulin was sad, sad, and even more distressed. The thought of his daughter probably came to him when he was in the hospital in his hometown.

The treatment methods there are rough, the doctors are not qualified enough, and I don’t have the energy to accompany me.

With her small body, she could only lie alone on the wide hospital bed that looked like the sea.

In winter, the bed is still cold when I wake up in the morning;

In the summer, family members in the same ward casually sat on her bed and chatted, but she didn't dare to say anything.

Like an abandoned bird huddled aside.

Going in and out of the ICU again and again is her most profound memory of childhood.

It wasn't until she came to Guangzhou that she was pampered by so many people. After comparing her before and after, Wan Yuchan suddenly felt in her little head that "it would be best to die now". At least she was happy at this moment.

"vomit·-..."

When people are extremely sad, they will experience severe nausea throughout their body.

Wan Xulin was like this now. He bent over and retched for a long time, and his chest was stretched to the point of splitting. Because he didn't eat anything, he only vomited out a little bit of bile.

However, after crying like this, Fang Xulin sat there for a long time, his bloodshot eyes slowly became firm as if he had made some determination. He returned to the corridor and listened to his daughter's chat reluctantly.

.

Wan Yuchan was asking: "Sister Qing, what do you think of the braiding of this rope?"

Song Qing replied: "It's very beautiful, but I don't have your dexterous hands or patience."

Wan Yuchan was a little embarrassed: "Sister Xintong is helping me."

"The main thing is that you have a heart——"

Song Qing praised.

Wan Xulin didn't hear what he said next. He was afraid that if he stayed for a moment longer, his heart would be shaken.

So he left resolutely.

I got on the bus again at the entrance of the hospital and headed back to the bus station again.

There was a lot of traffic outside the window, the honking of horns on the road seemed to have never stopped, and the white winter sun was shining down, like a blurry transition shot in a movie, engraved with the desolate memories that sometimes surfaced.

At this time, Chen Zhu's phone call came.

Wan Xulin wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and pressed the connect button: "Hello, boss."

"Where are you?"

Chen Zhu didn't know anything yet, so he shouted loudly: "I'm at the entrance of the hospital, let's go in together."

"I'm going back."

Wan Xulin responded in a deep voice.

"go back?"

Chen Zhu was stunned for a moment, and then asked in confusion: "Where are you going back to? Have you not seen Xiaochan?"

"I've already seen it."

Wan Xulin took a deep breath, tried to calm down his mood, and then talked about serious matters.

"When I was in Macau a while ago, I pretended to be a Chinese businessman in Vietnam. I met some people from different religions there and also came into contact with Gao Lijie."

Wan Xulin said: "Because of my deliberate flattery, we got along pretty well. I even went to his house as a guest. Chen Zuo listened calmly. He felt that something was wrong with Wan Xulin's state. He seemed to have cried just now.

He had a strong nasal voice when he spoke.

"But Gao Lijie doesn't want to sell his father's paintings now. He thinks that if he waits another hundred years, the price may increase many times."

Wan Xulin said: "No matter how many ways I tried to persuade and cajole, he wouldn't agree, so after thinking about it, there may be only one way."

There was a vague "farewell" signal in Wan Xulin's tone.

Chen Zhu instantly became alert: "What are you going to do?"

"In order to avoid causing trouble to you, I won't go into details."

Wan Xulin paused for a moment, and his tone suddenly softened: "Boss, if I can't go back, Xiaochan, please be more careful. I know you are all kind-hearted people, and Xiaochan will definitely not be wronged when I go back -

—.”

"Don't do anything stupid. Just a few paintings are not worth it."

The more Chen Zhu listened, the more something was wrong. He frowned and said, "There must be other ways to get it, or even if I don't want it, it's not a big deal."

"Gao Lijie is a bit of a jerk, so it may be difficult to persuade him."

When Wan Xulin said this, he suddenly felt relieved: "Mr. Chen, thank you again!"

"Wait a minute! Xiaochan has prepared a gift for you..."

Chen Zhu called out quickly.

"Dududu——

It's a pity that Wan Xulin has already hung up the phone.

When Chen Zhu dialed again, his phone was already turned off.

"Fuck! What are you doing during the Chinese New Year!"

Chen Zhu was a little irritable. Judging from the matter of getting Tang Quan involved, Wan Xulin definitely had some skills.

Although it is very important to "capture" Senior Brother Zheng Wenlong, it is definitely not worth risking everything.

The days are still long, and retrospection is just in its infancy. Some dark sides always need a suitable person to deal with them, and Wan Xulin is Chen Zhu's preferred candidate.

"Hey~"

Chen Zhu sighed. It was useless no matter how much he said now. No one could be contacted.

He stood at the door of the hospital with his hands on his hips for a while, and then Chen Zhu came to the hematology department of the inpatient department with a "staring" look.

"Sister Li, you are still on duty."

Chen Zhu's complexion returned to normal and he greeted a nurse at the duty station.

"Hey, Mr. Chen is here."

The nurse responded with a smile.

This is how Chen Zhu socialized. He first met the chief director of the hematology department through his relationship with Queen Mother Mao.

Then through daily greetings, casual chats, handing out red envelopes during the Spring Festival, and occasionally asking for milk tea - these seemingly careless little things, I became very familiar with the entire department.

Of course, becoming familiar with it is not to become a doctor in the future.

But if you have any small requests, you can get them done with the small favors from those likes.

Just like today, Chen Zhu asked the nurse on duty: "Sister Li, did anyone visit Wan Yuchan from 310 just now?"

"It seems--there is a middle-aged man."

The nurse tilted her head and thought for a moment: "But he was standing in the corridor outside, and then he left directly."

"Oh~"

Chen Zhu suddenly realized that Wan Xulin had not entered the ward, so he had not seen Wan Yuchan at all.

"What's wrong?"

the nurse asked with concern.

"nothing."

Chen Zhu gave a random excuse: "He is my friend. He felt it was not good to come to visit the patient empty-handed, so he went out to buy fruit again."

"You business people are so polite."

The nurse said with a smile.

In their daily chats, these nurses all knew that Chen Zhu was both a college student and the founder of the CUHK Learning Network.

After getting to know each other, they prefer to call each other "Mr. Chen" with an affectionate and playful tone.

"I understand, Sister Li is tactfully criticizing me for not being polite recently."

Chen Zhu immediately said: "I'll arrange your afternoon tea today."

"I didn't mean that, but I won't refuse Mr. Chen's treat~"

The nurse gave me a charming look that seemed to be smiling but full of anger.

Just like middle-aged men will talk nonsense when they see a pretty girl, these sisters in their 20s will subconsciously make fun of a handsome and sunny male college student like Chen.

After chatting with the nurse on duty, Chen Zhu walked to Ward 310.

He didn't need to cover up his movements as deliberately as Wan Xulin, so his footsteps could be heard far away in the ward.

"Brother Chen Zhu!"

Wan Yuchan shouted happily.

"Good afternoon, Xiaochan! I feel like you look good today."

Chen responded gently, with no emotion from the previous moment visible on his face.

Since Wan Yuchan came to Guangzhou, her face has gradually become rosier because her nutritional and medical conditions have kept up.

Thinking about the first time I met her, the seven-year-old child was so thin that she looked like she was only four or five years old. She lay languidly in Wan Xulin's arms. I was really worried that if the wind got stronger, she might be blown away.

"Mr. Chen."

Song Qing also stood up and said hello.

Chen Zhu nodded to his general and reached out to pick up a red rope on the hospital bed.

It is a traditional Chinese knot weaving technique, but it is tied around the wrist, and the strands of red spikes hanging down are like the concerns and blessings of relatives.

"Xiaochan has almost finished it."

Chen Zhu held it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, then gave a thumbs up and said, "It's exactly the same as the one sold in the store."

Song Qing was also there to encourage her: "If her father knew that he could receive such a gift from his daughter in the year of his birth, I don't know how happy he would be."

It is also a traditional custom to "give red ropes in the year of one's life". In some places, you may also wear red underwear or red socks.

It's a pity that Wan Xulin not only didn't see it, he may have even forgotten that this year is his zodiac year.

"Brother Chen Zhu."

Wan Yuchan also raised her little face and asked innocently: "When will dad come back?"

Wan Yuchan knew that her father should be working for this brother.

I just don't know what to do specifically.

In fact, no one knows about the entire traceback. Wan Xulin is a bit like a "non-staff member", but his daughter is very close to everyone.

"Soon."

Chen Zhu smiled, as if answering but not answering: "I can put it on when he comes back."

"Yeah~"

Wan Yuchan happily gestured with scissors: "I hope I can see my father tomorrow!"

The wind blew in through the window, bringing with it the coolness of the evening. Song Qing was worried that Wan Yuchan would catch a cold, so she walked over and closed the window.

Only the "red rope of the year of birth" in Chen's hand swayed slightly, like a bell in another time and space, responding to the prayer of this seriously ill girl.

After Chen Zhu returned from the hospital, he started paying attention to "Australia TV" that night.

Australia Asia Satellite TV is an official TV station in Macau, reporting on various current affairs on the island every day.

If Wan Xulin really wants to do something, he will definitely be in the news here.

Because Macau is so small. It used to be a small fishing village surrounded by the sea. How big can a city built on the basis of a "village" be expected to be?

If we describe it more specifically, it is only 1/220 the size of Guangzhou and about half the size of Pudong Airport. So for Macau people, watching local news on Australia Asia Satellite TV is enough.

It's just that this TV station cannot be seen in other provinces, and Guangzhou was allowed to purchase the broadcast rights because of its geographical proximity.

On the night when Wan Xulin went to Macau, Australia and Asia Satellite TV did not have any special news.

But the next morning, when Chen Zhu turned on the TV again, a text message quickly caught Chen Zhu's attention.

The host read the script and said:

Mr. Gao, who lives in Kwong Fook Cheung Garden, Areia Preta, called the police in the morning. Last night, a thief broke the door lock and stole four precious paintings left by his father.

Through roadside surveillance, the police have identified the suspect. Deputy Director Ma Yaoquan of the Public Security Police Department said that the suspect has taken a smuggling cargo ship to Vietnam. Next, we will cooperate with the Vietnamese police to bring the other party to justice as soon as possible.

At the same time, Director Ma also reminded all neighbors to check door locks and windows before going to bed at night, and to call 999 quickly in case of trouble. The Public Security Bureau will severely crack down on illegal and criminal activities.

"Fourth officer?"

Chen Zhu was startled and thought, is this your method?

Through the surname "Gao", the incident itself, and the address of Kwong Fook Cheung Garden in Areia Preta, Chen Zhu can basically determine that the thief should be Gao Lijie.

Needless to say, the thief must be Wan Xulin.

Sure enough, high-end scams are often solved in the simplest way.

No amount of technology or brain-burning scams can compare to a small hammer in the middle of the night.

"What are you looking at?"

At this time, Chen Peisong walked out of the bedroom and saw his son sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking thoughtful.

Lao Chen glanced at the TV. At this time, Australia and Asia TV was already gossiping about the scandal of "Jay Chou and Patty Hou".

"Isn't Jay Chou's girlfriend Jolin Tsai?"

Lao Chen patted his belly and asked curiously.

"Cai 10?"

Chen Zhu stood up and handed the remote control to Lao Chen, curled his lips and said: "Jay Chou is Jay, not gay.

It’s been 10 minutes already.”

"What are you talking about?"

Lao Chen couldn't understand it at all, but he could tell that his son was in a good mood.

Of course Chen Zhu was happy. Wan Xulin smuggled into Vietnam without being caught, which meant that the four paintings would soon fall into his hands.

After school starts during the winter vacation, it is almost certain that he will fall in love with his favorite "strategist", Senior Brother Zheng Wenlong.

He doesn't approve loans of more than 100 million. The most you can do is touch these paintings and want to own them.

As for whether Chen Zhu feels guilty for obtaining the posthumous painting through such a dishonorable method?

That definitely won’t happen!

A person who was a civil servant leader in his previous life and an entrepreneur after being reborn as a businessman can be said to have struggled in two industries that confuse black and white the most. Will he feel guilty because of this?

Isn't this pure nonsense?

Not only did he not feel guilty, Chen Zhu also felt that these paintings were just four useless pieces of paper in Gao Lijie's hands.

But in your own hands, it is no exaggeration to say that you can at least promote the rapid development of an industry, create tens of thousands of job opportunities, and promote the regional economy to a higher level.

At night, Chen Zhu received a phone call that seemed to be garbled at the beginning of "0084". It was obviously a call from abroad.

"Mr. Chen."

Wan Xulin's surreptitious voice came from the receiver.

"How did it feel to fight against the Macau Sir?"

Chen Zhu sneered: "I don't know when you will be able to pick locks again."

"You, you know everything?"

Wan Xulin wanted to give a complete report, but he didn't expect that the boss already knew everything.

"Horrible information channel!"

Wan Xulin secretly smacked his tongue, but this was also in line with the boss's consistent labels of "young, mysterious, and powerful."

In fact, Chen Zhu is not as brilliant as he imagined. He just has a well-trained and rigorous brain and knows how to understand the news he wants to know as quickly as possible.

"Thanks to you, everything went well."

Wan Xulin quickly flattered and sent it over.

In fact, the whole process was thrilling. There were minor accidents from unlocking the door to sneaking in, but in the end it was still "

Let’s turn bad luck into good luck.”

"It has nothing to do with me."

Chen Zhu didn't appreciate it: "If you want to thank me, thank your daughter when you come back. She will still remember that this is your birth year when she is lying on the hospital bed."

"The year of your birth-"

Wan Xulin was slightly stunned, he had indeed forgotten.

"You'll know when you get back."

Chen Zhu didn't plan to say more, so as not to ruin the tear-jerking scene where the father and daughter held each other's arms and cried. He just asked: "

When are you leaving?"

"I want to wait a day or two."

Wan Xulin said: "I am sure that the news will not spread to the mainland. I plan to return to China again, probably after Valentine's Day."

"Valentine's Day?"
Chapter completed!