After exhausting myself to death

Shen Mingle feels that the company's recent work has gone very smoothly, as if he has received divine help.

Normally, when their company develops a new product, it would take a month to get approval at the earliest, but now the documents can be issued in less than a week; usually if they want to cooperate with several large state-owned enterprises, they have to keep an eye on each other's developments and seize the opportunity themselves. , they haven’t received the news yet, but the other party has already sent the plan to inquire about their intentions...

Although they are all good things, these things are so strange that it is almost as if his father has raised a kid.

Shen Zhou's heart felt inexplicably. He raised his head and glanced at Shen Mingle, doubting: "Mingle, what are you thinking about?"

Shen Mingle coughed guiltily and changed the subject: "Dad, do you know what's going on in the company recently? Why do I feel like the country suddenly has a good opinion of us?"

In fact, the state has been supporting some patriotic enterprises. Based on the amount of tax paid by the Shen Group every year, the state has given them preferential treatment in the past, but it has not been able to do so.

Shen Zhou was not sure. He asked his friend who worked in the government in a roundabout way, but the other person only told him meaningfully that it was a matter of loyalty to someone who was entrusted by others. Shen Zhou felt that his friend was not reliable. The Shen Group did not know anyone who could help the country.

Meeting Shen Mingle's curious eyes, Shen Zhou frowned: "Don't think about this all day long, do your job well, there are no shortcuts in the world, the more times like this, the more you have to stay calm. I'm letting you see Have you read all the reports?”

Although he was also very confused in his heart, it did not prevent him from using this opportunity to beat Shen Mingle, lest the child would become too arrogant and have a wrong understanding of himself and even make a big mistake.

Shen Mingle shrank his neck and stopped talking.

Shen Zhou frowned again: "If you have something to say, just say it." What does it look like to be timid?

Shen Mingle hesitated and said: "Dad, I asked Uncle Zhao and he said it's because someone is helping us. I wonder if the person Uncle Zhao is talking about is my brother..."

My friend is really lax.

Shen Zhou sneered: "How can he have such ability? There is no news at all for so long. He might have died outside."

He was not without complaints about his eldest son. He put so much energy into training, but in the end, this person fell into the entertainment industry, and he didn't even want a home for this. He even compromised and opened an entertainment company for his eldest son. Even Mingle gave up his art career, but Shen Minghuan said he would not come back and didn't even reply to a message.

Finally, there was one, but it was still the kind of harsh and heartless remarks.

Shen Zhou himself didn't know whether he had not tried to contact Shen Minghuan for eight years because of anger or because he was afraid that Shen Minghuan would be even more angry when he found out.

Of course, he couldn't admit the latter.

Shen Mingle also frowned and protested: "Dad, don't curse my brother."

Shen Zhou regretted what he said, but he naturally wouldn't show it because of the dignity in his heart: "Okay, okay, Shen Mingle, have you finished your work today? Why don't you do it quickly?"

*

Shen Minghuan was sitting on pins and needles, and he said with a grimace: "Mr. Qin, I really don't have it. The institute is very good. I am busy with scientific research every day and don't have time. How can I have time to miss home?"

Qin Wangshu looked at him distressedly: "Good boy, you don't have to worry about causing trouble to us. We were negligent in this matter."

Think about it, how can it be pleasant to lose your memory? Twenty-eight years of life experience in the past turned into nothingness. I don’t know where I came from, where I’m going, or who I am. They couldn't ignore how lonely and helpless this was just because Shen Minghuan usually behaved like nothing was wrong.

Song Yunshui also comforted him: "It's okay, Ming Huan, go and see him if you want. The doctor also said that you should have more contact with people and things from the past, and maybe you will remember them gradually. Don't just focus on work, you are here." I’ve been spending my weekends in the laboratory for a month, what’s the point?”

"Let Comrade Xiao Jiang accompany you to go outside. You haven't gone out to play since you lost your memory, right? Think of it as a holiday for yourself, and then invite your family and your former friends. Ming Huan is so awesome, Maybe the matter has been solved by you, but you just forgot. "

"It's really not necessary." Shen Minghuan racked his brains: "Now the detector is a key node in the research and development, how can I leave? Mr. Qin, Mr. Song, you know that I can't concentrate on playing even if I go out."

This is true. If scientific researchers are inspired and just want to complete the project without losing a second, otherwise they will not be able to sleep peacefully.

Qin Wangshu wanted to persuade him again, but Zhai Yan glared at them angrily: "How can you force the child like this? If Ming Huan doesn't want to, then just don't go."

Shen Minghuan was moved: "Grandma Zhai is still kind to me."

Qin Wangshu and Song Yunshui were very unconvinced by being stepped on. Zhai Yan was very pleased. She took Shen Minghuan's hand with a smile: "Good boy, if you don't see me, you will see me, but you can still send a message or make a phone call."

The three people and six eyes all looked at Shen Minghuan.

Shen Minghuan: "..."

Shen Minghuan stiffly took out his phone.

Comrade Shen Mingle sent another new message during this period:

[Brother, I think Dad has reached menopause. His temper has been so bad lately. 】

Shen Minghuan was silent for a moment and replied: [He scolded you again? 】

That would be a bit much.

Although he felt a little guilty for his younger son giving up art to temporarily become the heir to the company, since he had chosen this path, Shen Zhou could only teach his younger son well and supervise his growth.

"Shen Minghuan" was in front of Zhuyu. With the comparison, Shen Zhou couldn't help but be stricter with Shen Mingle.

In fact, in Shen Minghuan's opinion, the reason why the original owner performed so well in Shen Zhou's memory was largely because Shen Zhou had such a strong filter on the original owner's beauty.

The original owner started to get involved in corporate affairs when he was in junior high school. He skipped two grades in elementary school. He was still very young. Shen Zhou unconsciously lowered his requirements and developed a sense of pride that "my son is really good and can exceed his quota every time." satisfy.

Shen Mingle knew little about the company before he entered high school. Suddenly, he was in a hurry and was ordered to do something. Shen Zhou desperately wanted Shen Mingle to grow up and make up for the lost time. He was not very gentle, and Shen Mingle had been scolded a lot over the years.

Shen Mingle, sitting in the office, rubbed his eyes on the phone.

Did he read that correctly? Did his brother respond to him? Or some thief stole his brother's cell phone?

[Shen Mingle: Brother? 】

[Shen Minghuan: It’s me. 】

[Shen Minghuan: If he scolds you again, scold him back. 】

Eight years! It’s been eight years!

He said that sincerity makes a difference, and as long as he continued to send messages to harass, his brother would definitely not be able to help but reply to his messages.

Shen Mingle was so excited that he wanted to sing a song, but after the initial excitement, he stared at the words on his phone and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

In the past, he could post whatever he wanted, because he knew that his brother would never reply, and he might not even read it.

But now that Shen Minghuan replied, he began to worry, what if he said the wrong thing and made Shen Minghuan angry again? It's not like he's waiting for another eight years.

He scratched his head, thought hard, and finally decided to sacrifice Comrade Shen Zhou's reputation.

[Shen Mingle: Dad is doing it for my own good, but I am too stupid to do anything well. 】

[Shen Minghuan: That’s nonsense! Ignore him, you are awesome. 】

[Shen Mingle: My brother is the most powerful. If I encounter problems in the future, can I come and ask my brother for help? 】

After Shen Mingle sent this sentence, he stared nervously at the chat page and secretly cursed himself for being too impulsive.

After all, he still didn't want this chat to be just a flash in the pan, so he tried to test it carefully and cautiously.

Fortunately, Shen Minghuan didn't worry him for too long.

[Shen Minghuan: Yes. 】

Shen Mingle breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could be happy, Shen Minghuan sent a long message:

[Shen Minghuan: The problem you mentioned last time is actually very easy to solve. All you need is %\u0026tf... and you don’t need to look for Shen Zhou in the future. ] To avoid being scolded again.

Shen Mingle read it carefully and suddenly said "Ah". He sat on the chair blankly, his eyes in a trance.

This is the message he sent to Shen Minghuan two months ago. The reason why he was so impressed was because he was scolded particularly badly by Shen Zhou that time. After being scolded, he had to work overtime all night to correct his mistakes.

But why does Shen Minghuan remember it so clearly?

[Shen Mingle: Brother, have you read all the messages I sent? 】

[Shen Minghuan: Yeah. 】

[Shen Minghuan: I didn’t reply before, sorry. 】

Shen Mingle stared at the word "sorry", her eyes red inexplicably, and she felt that the grievance of not receiving a reply for eight years disappeared in an instant.

His proud brother, who had left home with his bags on his back and refused to say a soft word, turned out to be not cold and indifferent.

But since he also cares, why doesn't he reply?

Shen Mingle suddenly remembered that he had seen the top of the conversation page change to "The other party is typing".

Brother, do you want to go back? Why did you change your mind again? How many times in the past eight years had he failed to notice his brother's hesitation?

[Shen Mingle: Brother, have you been threatened? 】

Shen Minghuan replied quickly: [No, don't think about it, it's my own fault. 】

Shen Mingle didn't believe it. He racked his brains to think about what could make his brother afraid to go home.

The Shen family is so rich, what is there that even money can't solve? Could it be that Comrade Shen Zhou thought his eldest son was too good and was afraid that Shen Minghuan would seize power with him, so he wanted to kill him?

It's impossible, it's a society ruled by law, and their family shouldn't be involved in palace fights.

Shen Mingle didn't dare to ask directly about eight years ago, nor did she dare to mention going home or meeting each other. Unexpectedly, Shen Minghuan was the first to talk about it without any hesitation.

[Shen Minghuan: I won’t go back for the time being. If it’s convenient, please take care of Qi Yunzhou, Guan Yang, Wen Jianyan, Lin Jiashu, and Chu He for me. 】

Shen Mingle replied quickly, fearing that Shen Minghuan would misunderstand if he was slow for a second: [Convenient, convenient. 】

He is no longer a child, and he will not get what he wants even if it is unreasonable. He knows that some words are not sincere, he knows that some decisions are wrapped in tears, and he knows that Shen Minghuan must have a reason that cannot be said.

His brother has been better than him since he was a child, and he should trust his brother's judgment.

Even so, he couldn't help but say: [Brother, if you need anything, you must tell me. 】

Even if he had no choice, wouldn't there still be Shen Zhou? If he couldn't even protect his own son, Shen Zhou would be so useless.

[Shen Minghuan: OK. 】

In fact, Shen Minghuan felt that he would not have this opportunity.

He put down his cell phone and looked at the professors with delighted eyes.