I woke up after 300 million years

There was nothing that could be done about it. Back then, Jian He opened the sky with one man and one sword, scaring Daxia's high-level officials to be angry and afraid to speak out. After finally staying quiet for eight years, Jian He came to the prosperous secular world from Jian Zong again.

This is like a nuclear bomb with emotions. Once unhappy, the disaster and destruction caused are unimaginable. Therefore, after the incident in Lanhai Provincial City, No. [-] immediately approached Jianhe for a private chat.

Now, one Jianhe has been stabilized, and another Yan Fan comes who does not dare to be an enemy of Jianhe.

The senior officials of Daxia were quite helpless. It was definitely not possible to leave such a dangerous person alone. The last time they sent Bai Su to express their good will, the effect was not obvious and they almost fell out. This time No. [-] decided to interview him in person.

result......

The middle-aged man stared at Yan Fan's back, his brown eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The senior executives of Daxia had comprehensively investigated the Zhao Group a week ago, investigated Su Yue, Luo Die and others, and found many problems, especially about Su Yue's childhood files, which were blank, as if a person appeared out of thin air. During this period, Zhao The group was put on the list of key observations.

After the other party's figure disappeared around the corner, the middle-aged man looked back and waved away.

After a brief silence, the crowd exploded.

"Let me choke you, who is this person? He doesn't even have the respect of a military boss!"

"Hongye and Xiaotian have hit a brick wall this time. There is a high probability that they will be fully investigated. If they evade taxes, they are also committing illegal crimes in private. They will be finished immediately, just like Yun Shangtian whose house collapsed a few days ago."

"It was the first time I saw so many soldiers and live ammunition. I was really panicked. No wonder the man ignored Hongye. I dare not look down on so-called big stars at all."

"So the clown is actually me!"

Of course, some people felt that the army was not qualified to arrest their goddess and brother, and angrily shouted that they wanted to expose the matter and give justice to the goddess and brother.

Some people were curious about Yan Fan's identity and followed him all the way.

They couldn't figure out why an average-looking man wearing a tattered sweater and yellowed sneakers was related to the military. Could it be that he was a hidden second-generation rich man or official?

More than 100 people followed him leisurely, passing through the beautiful Baihua Street, and at a traffic light intersection, they saw the man in a black sweater enter the gate of Zhao Group.

"The Zhao Group?"

A female reporter pondered for a moment, then walked towards the doorman and asked politely:

"Uncle, can I ask who the man who came in just now is?"

The security guard in his 50s has a kind personality and talks eloquently:

"That's Secretary Yan of our group."

"Secretary?" The female reporter was even more confused. The secretary of a group should not be polite to the military boss. "Does he have a high position in the Zhao Group? Don't get me wrong. I am a regular media company reporter. The above Send me for an interview.”

The security guard didn't understand very well. He put his hands on the window of the guard hall and started talking:

"This is not a secret. More than 1 people in the group know that Secretary Yan is Mr. Su's husband. You may not know that Mr. Su is the most powerful woman in Beijing. Chairman of the board with a net worth of hundreds or hundreds of billions often comes to visit. Mr. Su, it is no exaggeration to say that the Zhao Group’s surname is Zhao, but Mr. Su is actually the person with the highest say. As Mr. Su’s husband, Secretary Yan’s status is naturally different.”

"Do you know Tian Wenwen? The most beautiful A-list star. Last time I went to the garage to get something, I saw Tian Wenwen following Mr. Su and Secretary Yan, like a good girl, and even opened the door for Secretary Yan."

"By the way, don't let this matter spread outside. I'm going on patrol."

The female reporter was stunned in place. It took her a long time to regain her composure. She swallowed her saliva, her heart was racing, and she murmured:

"Oh my god! What kind of boss is this? If the security guard didn't exaggerate, wouldn't it mean that the Zhao Group is equivalent to him and his wife? This is a group with a market value of nearly one trillion, especially in the past two years, in beauty, cosmetics, New energy, traditional industries, etc. have all taken their place. We donated 20 billion yuan to the floods the year before last and were highly praised..."

Thinking about it, the female reporter couldn't help but complain:

"It's so disgusting for a rich man to walk down the street wearing a torn sweater!"

"Go back to editing first, and the news for today and tomorrow will be settled."

......

Zhao Group, 37th floor.

Yan Fan arrived by elevator, carrying glutinous rice in his right hand.

"Hello, Mr. Yan."

"Hello Secretary Yan."

Staff members passing by smiled and said hello, and Yan Fan waved in response.

He is different from those ancient gods or gods who like to pretend to be mysterious. He has never forgotten his original intention and treats himself as a normal person. He understands the hard work and hardship of the people at the bottom. He was once an ignorant young man who was not deeply involved in the world and worked hard outside alone, step by step. Walk in the present.

Yan Fan's principle has never changed: I will not offend others unless they offend me.

He walked to the office door, knocked three times, and then pushed the door open and entered.

As far as the eye can see, in the spacious office, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows allow sunlight to better shine in every corner. In the sofa area, Amo, who is dressed in a classic white robe, is trying to make tea.

Directly opposite, the six-member girl group sat quietly, each looking more ladylike than the other.

Moving his eyes to the left, Yan Fan looked at Su Yue who was staring at the computer at the desk. He understood that his wife had gone home and changed into a dress with a platinum pattern. The skirt was inlaid with black sequins, and her white and tender feet were slightly swaying. It’s fairly conservative, but it shouldn’t be underestimated.

"Godfather!" Luo Die stood up suddenly and shouted in surprise.

Lu Bao and Ye Yan smiled slightly, "Uncle."

"Brother Fan, you're finally here. I'm so hungry. I want to eat big braised chicken legs!" Meng Xiaoxin was lying on the sofa, weak and weak. She was the most heartless girl.

Bing Yuxin's beautiful eyes flashed, she suppressed her inner emotions, and smiled sweetly, "Brother Fan, I haven't seen you for more than a week, why are you getting more and more depressed? This dress... was scratched by a cat?"

Upon hearing this, Nuomi became anxious. He was lifted up in the air and waved his claws, retorting loudly:

"Little girl! You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense! Meow loves his master the most, and master is everything to him. Meow will never destroy his master's things. Be careful, meow will sue you for slander!"

When you have a cat with a "dog-licking" and "love brain", you will experience what it means to be as clingy as a girlfriend.

Thinking of "love brain", the first thing that comes to Yan Fan's mind is Mo Qingwu. That girl has a pure "love brain" for Jian He. She pursued Jian He from the age of seven or eight to over 40 years old. Well, the life span of an immortal is 3000 years. Over the years, after counting, 42-year-old Mo Qingwu and 51-year-old Jian He are both very young and have a long future.

Yan Fan smiled kindly at the girls and waved to his wife.

Su Yue closed her laptop and followed her husband out of the office with elegant steps.

The two found a conference room and closed the door tightly, blocking out prying eyes with their divine power.

"Have you negotiated?" Su Yue asked gently.

She walked slowly to the coffee machine, poured herself and her husband a cup of coffee.

Yan Fan took the coffee, stood by the window, looked into the distance, and quickly organized words in his heart:

"You may not believe it when you say it."

"Then tell me something I might believe." Su Yue joked.

"Sister Yue, you are naughty." Yan Fan shook his head and told vividly, "I talked a lot with the Dark Moon Goddess and learned more secrets, including outer gods, ancient gods, eras, time travelers... "

Immediately, Yan Fan slowly recounted the content of the conversation.

After listening carefully, Su Yong looked calm and calm on the outside, but was in a turbulent heart.

"Su Xingyue, her surname is also Su? She is also the first time traveler!"

"I'm equally surprised. I had previously guessed that she was from the dark elf clan, or the rare moon angel clan. I didn't expect that her body was a werewolf, her soul was a human, and she traveled earlier than you, in Daxia 2021." Yan Fan His tone was slightly tired and he took a sip of coffee.

He has been so busy recently that after waking up, he had almost no time to rest.

Walking to her husband's side, Su Yue looked distressed and whispered:

"Don't think too much, just relax today."

"Yes." Yan Fan nodded and breathed out the window, "I didn't pay too much attention before, but now... there is a shadow of shady behind many events, which is promoting the development of civilization and history. Even the Dark Moon Goddess has become his failed experiment, and it becomes increasingly difficult to see through it."

Su Yue touched her husband's face and comforted her softly, "We are not the 'Creators' and cannot control everything. In short, if the soldiers come to cover up the water and the earth, we just have to do our best."

"Whether the future will be good or bad cannot depend on us alone. More people are needed to protect it."

After drinking the coffee in one gulp, Yan Fan took a deep breath, "That's right. We cannot support the future. We can only guard it for a short time to resist external invasion. The future needs to be created by people together."

The couple talked for half an hour.

11:29 am.

They returned to the office and saw the girls squatting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, surrounding the two little guys.

The Jade Rabbit is holding a big cabbage, cute and arrogant, raising its head and humming:

"Rabbit won't play with you, you big bad guy. Last time you drooled over Tutu!"

"I didn't know you could talk. I've never eaten rabbit." Luo Die explained quickly.

Lu Bao, who was full of energy, curled his eyelashes and stretched out his hand timidly, "Can I give you a hug?"

The short-footed cat yawned, flicked its tail, and wrote lightly:

"Meow refuses. Meow has sworn that there is no woman in his heart. Magical nature god. Don't try to seduce the strong-willed Meow, you stupid humans."

Song Shuning let out a sigh, "This cat is so cute."

The girls are irresistible to the two cute animals, especially those that can talk, which is even more novel.

Although they had come into contact with mythical beasts, those beasts were too big and not as cute as cabbage and glutinous rice. Even the always aloof sister Ye Yan couldn't help but want to touch the two little guys.

"Master, stop studying and go eat hot pot." Yan Fan stood at the door and stretched, calling in a comfortable manner.

"Hot pot?" Amo's wrinkles piled up at the corners of his eyes, as if he was thinking, "Your Highness, you know, I don't need to eat to get energy."

Yan Fan walked over, put his arms around Amo, and said with a smile:

"Brother, Sister Yue and I don't eat for energy, it's completely a kind of spiritual satisfaction. If you try it, you will understand that life is not only the tea in front of you, but also hot pot, cakes, barbecue, beer... ....”

"Big braised chicken legs!" Meng Xiaoxin added while grabbing her ponytails.

"You know braised pork. I haven't seen her for a while. Have you gained weight again?" Yan Fan looked at the girl and smiled.

Meng Xiaoxin stood up, pinched the flesh of her belly, and retorted with a pouted mouth:

"Where have I gained weight? Over the years, I have weighed between 110 and [-] pounds. Okay, don't talk nonsense with your eyes open. It's difficult for people to lose weight. Brother Fan, sometimes look for your own reasons. Are you asking too much of me?" Already?"

"Hahaha." Su Yue smiled like a flower and hugged Meng Xiaoxin with one hand, "The little girl is so cute."

A group of people are talking and laughing in the office.

At 12 o'clock in the morning, during the group's lunch break, employees went to the canteen in groups to eat.

Yan Fan and others passed through the underground garage, left through the back door, and headed toward the business center.

Xiao Nuomi lay on Yan Fan's shoulder and fell asleep, while Xiao Baicai lay on Su Yue's shoulder and ate cabbage.

The group of people dressed up strangely and had a strange combination, and the passerby’s return rate was 90.00%.

Amo, who seems to be old, walks very calmly, with his back as straight as a green pine, and his white robe with classical patterns is incompatible with the clothing of this era.

He walked on the left side of Yan Fan, making a loud sound:

"The clone of God, the clone of Quan Tianzun, the clone of Xuanhuang Tianzun, I don't know if it's a clone or the original body, changed his name to Shigure, the clone of Eye of Truth, the tyrant of the abyss, all of them are practicing the trumpet."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Fan was shocked. He stopped at the traffic light intersection and asked sideways:

"Master, do you still know the term 'trumpet practice'?"

"Hahaha!" Amo laughed heartily, "Your Highness, although I am an old antique and cannot keep up with the times, it does not mean that I know nothing. I have been studying the culture of this era recently."

"I also know that if you are wandering around the world, how can you live without a trumpet?"

Yan Fan silently gave a thumbs up, "I thought you didn't like human culture."

"I can't say I like it, nor can I say I hate it. I can only say it's acceptable." Amo replied in a cogent tone.

As the autumn wind blew by, Meng Xiaoxin hugged the 1.7-meter-high Luo Die tightly and said with emotion:

"It's so cold, lower than the provincial capital of Lanhai. Sure enough, I didn't know until the weather turned colder that your arms are the warmest in the world."

"Xiaodie, do you want to sleep together tonight? I really want to sleep with your conscience in mind, even if it's small."

These words are not very harmful, but very insulting.

Luo Die: "..."