On why someone wants to mend the sky

37

Shen Yan's memory of that night was completely gone, only he remembered a name that appeared in his mind over and over again, and his heart was clenched.

"President Shen." The secretary appeared at the door.

"Come in." Suppressing all the uneasiness in his heart, the man raised his head, still looking arrogant and arrogant.

"We have checked the city's household registration and population inflow and outflow lists, and there is no one named 'You Haoxian'. If the scope is extended to the whole province or even the whole country, the problem of the same name will inevitably arise." The secretary raised his glasses, "And It's your mother calling, hoping you can go home for dinner tonight."

"I see." Shen Yan raised his hand and rubbed his temples in distress. He had already predicted what Shen's mother would say, "Let's not check the people, go and help me count all the company's assets, all departments categories and currently processing >500 million items."

"Okay," the secretary nodded, then was taken aback for a moment, "Boss Shen, what do you want?"

"Don't ask too much, let's go."

"……Yes."