After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Chapter 8

Ye Rong took a long time to come out of the bathroom, his mind was still buzzing.

The temperature in the early spring was still a bit cool, but he was sweating for no reason, and he straightened his shoulders and felt that the shirt on his back was soaked.

It was like being in the day when he and Xu Jue first met, the heat seemed to be about to evaporate, the cicadas were crying like crazy, everything seemed to be burning.

His memory was quietly pressed the playback button, the background was noisy, and the human voice was faint.

"If you don't get any more money today, I'll break all the hands and feet of this little bastard!"

Sweat rolled down Ye Rong's forehead, looking at Ye Sheng who was still feverish and unconscious in the corner, he kept rubbing his chapped lips, "I can get it, I can get the money, don't move He, money...I'll find the money..."

Ye Rong, whose eyes were red with anxiety, only remembered that he kept running wildly under the scorching sun, his life seemed to be equipped with a scarlet countdown, and he didn't know when he would suddenly explode.

There was nothing he could do, and finally he took the risk and burglarized. It was a remote villa with no security. He jumped into the gloomy big house with almost no effort.

It's a pity that there was nothing of value in the empty villa, and he swept it like a wild dog. When he was devastated and almost desperate, the voice of a boy with a changing voice suddenly sounded, "The cash is in the third drawer from the left."

Ye Rong panicked and hurriedly opened the drawer, but with too much force, the entire drawer was pulled off, and the red paper money petals spread all over the floor.

Ye Rong has never seen so much money, and he can't measure how much it is. Converting it into a value he can understand is nothing more than so many cards can save a few meals from hunger and beatings.

He stands at the most humble end of the world, and these coins pile up a ladder leading to the other end of the world, the ideal shore of a well-fed and well-fed ideal, which is unattainable but close at hand.

Ye Rong looked at the boy who was calmly at the other end of the world, he was like a breeze in the hot summer, he stood condescendingly on the stairs, like a lily of the valley drooping and withering in the wind and rain, delicate, fragile, but pale and pure .

At that moment Ye Rong seemed to have a hallucination, he heard the cicadas singing, the endless singing of the cicadas hiding on the green new leaves.

……

- "Buzz".

Ye Rong came back to his senses and pulled out from the past memory, fumbled and took out the phone.

"Xiao Sheng?"

Ye Sheng's voice sounded very serious over there, "What were you doing at 35:5, [-]:[-], and [-] minutes ago? Why did you have a rapid heartbeat and irregular heartbeat?"

Ye Rong exhaled quickly, patted his chest to calm his heart down, "I was running just now, I haven't exercised for a long time haha..."

Ye Sheng knew he was lying and didn't expose him, and blowing the cold wind on the school roof didn't relieve the fear in his heart. He hesitated to speak many times, but finally he had no choice but to say, "Ye Rong, don't worry me all the time. You... you know, I only have you."

Ye Rong gritted his back molars, wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, tried his best to stabilize his voice, "Understood, your brother, I have one goal now, to earn enough money to buy you a big house! Stop talking, hang up, You go to class now!"

Ye Rong hung up the phone and held the phone tightly, and stood crookedly against the wall as if he had lost his strength. He finished a cigarette at a leisurely pace, and after the smoke passed through his lungs, he unconsciously became dizzy stand up.

The memories that made him inescapable also became vague and muddy.

After finishing his cigarette addiction, he immediately sent a message to his new boss, "How about potato and beef brisket rice? My favorite." Attached is a grinning emoji.

There was almost a second reply, with a smiling soybean emoji.

Ye Rong thought he had encountered Fu Wenyuan's taboo, and was about to withdraw it and change it, when he replied, "Okay."

Followed by another small program - Rongrong Takeaway.

Ye Rong clicked on it, and found that it was actually able to order takeout, and the only users were him and Fu Wenyuan, and there were two cute cartoon villains showing the distance from each other.

"Dear Rong Rong delivery staff, your Wen Yuan initiates an order for Potato Beef Brisket Rice, please accept the order as soon as possible~"

The haze of the morning was instantly dispelled by these two bouncing villains, and I couldn't help laughing at Fu Wenyuan's sense of ritual that was too interesting.

After Ye Rong took the order, he started to prepare lunch for his big client.

Not to mention the hassle of taking a taxi back home, and the most important thing was wasting money, upholding the philosophy of thrift and frugality, Ye Rong had the audacity to borrow the kitchen from Jinxuan Pavilion under the name of Fu Wenyuan.

When he was about to arrive at the Fu's building at meal time, he called Fu Wenyuan in advance, "Mr. Fu, your takeaway has arrived. Can you put it at the front desk of the lobby?"

Fu Wenyuan heard the sound of flipping paper and closing the pen cap, "Come up directly to the sixteenth floor, take the special elevator, and let's discuss your script adaptation."

Fu Wenyuan didn't mention it, Ye Rong almost forgot about it.

It should be because of the considerate greeting in advance, he went smoothly from stepping into the building to taking the elevator.

But what he didn't know was that the moment the elevator closed, a burst of excited whispers began one after another.

"Mr. Fu calls the inside line every hour to ask if the takeaway is here, and he even drives a special elevator! He doesn't even use it himself!"

"It looks like you can't wait, is this takeaway delicious?"

"I don't know if the takeaway is good or not, but the takeaway boy is very upright, Leng Baipi, that's Leng Baipi!"

Ye Rong carried the lunch box to the sixteenth floor. There was only one office on the whole floor, and the door was ajar and unlocked. He knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear a response. He knocked again patiently, but there was still no response.

Just as he was about to lower his hair to hear the news, someone came up from behind and took his hand carrying the lunch box, and suddenly said without warning, "I was thinking, when will you find that I am behind you."

Ye Rong was startled by him, almost jumped up and bumped into his straight nose bridge.

Ye Rong thought to himself that you walk silently, who would have thought that you were behind your back!

Fu Wenyuan hooked his finger, rubbing the back of Ye Rong's hand to take his lunch, "Have you eaten?"

At this very moment, Ye Rong still felt nauseous at the mention of eating, and while cursing himself for being mentally ill, he quickly waved his hands, "I've eaten, I've eaten, you eat yours."

In the office, Fu Wenyuan elegantly chewed the beef brisket covered in sauce, and handed Ye Rong a document.

No one would have imagined that the dignified president of the Fu family sat here all morning and didn't sign a single project contract, except for making the small takeaway program by himself and writing this script revision plan.

Ye Rong took it as if receiving an imperial order, and sat beside him to read the new script seriously.

He thought about it, and unconsciously pulled the small thorns on his fingers, and said slowly: "With the addition of a psychiatrist who treats lunatics, the story becomes much brighter, from being depressed to being cured, which is very good."

Fu Wenyuan lowered his eyes, staring at Ye Rong's slightly protruding wrist bones, and the white crescent crescent on his manicured nails. He himself didn't know why every part of Ye Rong's body was ostentatiously attracting him, so that he could not be stingy about it. Wrap your eyes and desires on him.

Fu Wenyuan swallowed the food in his mouth, lowered his voice, "Look at it later."

Ye Rong watched with more concentration after hearing the words, the autumn sunlight in the afternoon shone in through the wide glass windows of the high-rise building and enveloped them, the time seemed to be quiet and warm.

Fu Wenyuan finished the potato and beef brisket rice in one gulp, and Ye Rong also saw the ending, and sighed repeatedly, "It turns out that doctors are also sick friends. They tried their best to help the madman and even took the blame for others, but doctors can't heal themselves. It's too pitiful."

"He is willing. The lunatic's obsession is the idol, but his obsession...is that lunatic." Fu Wenyuan stared into Ye Rong's eyes, "Just as the lunatic has crawled at the foot of the idol for many years, that poor doctor also accompanied him." I stared at the madman for a long time."

Ye Rong nodded thoughtfully. After reading Fu Wenyuan's plan, he suddenly felt inspired. He wanted to write this story quickly, but he turned his head and said embarrassedly: "Mr. Fu, do you have a spare computer here? I'll change it. The script should be coming soon."

Who knew that Fu Wenyuan looked at the computer on his desk with complete nonchalance like an ancient fool, "Use that one."

Ye Rong pointed where to hit, thinking that Fu Wenyuan would let him use it, there should be no commercial secrets in it.

Inserting the USB flash drive where he saved his manuscript, he began to type on the keyboard with his fingers flying.

This knocking lasted all afternoon. Seeing that the correction was almost done, he rubbed his sore shoulder and planned to call it a day. Fu Wenyuan also came over to get the documents next to him.

But what caught both of them off guard was that a document full of numbers suddenly jumped out of the good-looking computer, and then the black screen flashed, with unintelligible gibberish constantly scrolling.

Ye Rong shouted in panic, "Mr. Fu! Your computer may be infected with a virus!"

Fu Wenyuan reassured him that he was fine, and calmly dialed the internal line, "Call Xie Shan over and notify the technical department to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the firewall."

Xie Shan came almost swiftly, fiddling with the dying computer. After a short time, the computer returned to normal, but Xie Shan looked serious, "Sir, before I came here, all the computers in the company suffered from the same attack. The data of several important projects are lost. Do you have a backup?"

Fu Wenyuan shook his head and didn't seem to care, "It's not too late yet."

Xie Shan replied: "Sir, those reports are very important. If we do it again, the project will be delayed, and there will be too many unpredictable risk accidents."

Fu Wenyuan's expression remained unchanged, although his tone was indifferent, Ye Rong was very keenly aware of his faint anger after being provoked, "It's Longsheng Technology."

Xie Shan was dumbfounded, "It was an accident in the hospital a while ago...haven't they suffered enough..."

Ye Rong, who was originally staying out of the matter, understood the reason, and then remembered the strange scene when he first met Fu Wenyuan.

No wonder he always thought that middle-aged man looked familiar afterwards. It turned out to be the CEO of Longsheng Technology who always appeared in financial magazines.

The atmosphere gradually became subtle. Ye Rong looked back and forth between Fu Wenyuan and Xie Shan for a few times, and he who had been pretending to be a wooden man next to him had no sense of existence, and he made a weak voice, "That... just jumped out before those documents were hacked, I see I remembered a few data at a glance, I hope it can help you."

Fu Wenyuan calmed down quickly, and turned all his interest to Ye Rong, as if he was very excited about Ye Rong's involvement in his affairs, "Tell me, I'll ask Xie Shan to write it down and check."

Xie Shan thought that what Ye Rong said about remembering a few data was just a literal meaning of remembering a few data, but when he filled out the entire project form, he realized that things seemed to be different from what he thought.

Ye Rong said the data accurately to the decimal point without pause, and Fu Wenyuan looked at him with more interest.

Xie Shan immediately sent the data to the project department for verification. During the waiting time, Xie Shan couldn't help asking him curiously, "How did Mr. Ye remember so many numbers?"

Ye Rong was dazed for a moment, with countless memories in his mind of crying and screaming at the top of his lungs, the never-ending collapse and reconstruction, and finally everything returned to a hopeless calm.

He pointed to his head and said with a joking smile: "I have a sick brain."

Xie Shan also replied humorously: "Geniuses often call themselves lunatics."

[The author has something to say: Fu Middle-aged and elderly Wen Yuan: Doesn’t the smiling expression express gentle approval?

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