Slag Gong Revenge Plan [Rebirth]

Chapter 110 Six

Shen Zhuo left in a hurry, Aimee always thought that he just wanted to take a vacation for himself, and he would be back in a month or two at most.

It wasn't until about a month and a half after Shen Zhuo left that a man she had never seen before came out of the elevator dedicated to the president, and showed her the entrustment agreement signed by Shen Zhuo and the letter of appointment as a professional manager of "Yiyu".

The man came up with Qi Yuanyang.

Different from Qi Yuanyang's mediocre facial features, this man is unusually young, tall, and quite beautiful, with a very evil beauty, which makes people feel uncomfortable when he looks at him at first glance.

Aimee was stunned for a long time, only to realize that her hand that took the file was trembling.

She has worked with Shen Zhuo for so long, and Shen Zhuo's signature and font are basically firmly engraved in her mind, but when she saw the stack of documents in front of her, she still felt unbelievable.

She glanced at Qi Yuanyang, and called the legal department to confirm the correctness of the letter of appointment and power of attorney. It was not until Shen Zhuo had handed over with the legal department when he left, and went through the formalities directly when the new manager came to take office. That's it.

Probably seeing Aimee's shocked eyes, the man who came with Qi Yuanyang raised his eyebrows and showed a half-smile expression: "There is nothing to worry about, you Chairman Shen are not afraid that I will seize his power, you What are these workers afraid of?"

Aimee pursed her lips, reached out and picked up the phone: "Wait a minute, I'll contact Chairman Shen for a final confirmation."

At this time, it has been more than a month since Shen Zhuo disappeared in "Yiyu", just when Aimee was worried about whether he would answer the phone, Shen Zhuo on the other end quickly answered the phone.

His voice is still as gentle as before, and it seems to be a little more lazy: "Aimee, you are not going to work, why are you calling me?"

I don't know if it's because I haven't seen my boss for a long time, or because I found that my worry was unnecessary after all kinds of worries, Aimee suddenly felt like crying.

She reached for a tissue: "Boss, Director Qi brought the new manager. He showed your letter of appointment and agreement. Do you need me to scan another copy for you to confirm?"

Shen Zhuo didn't know what he was busy with at the other end, and he came back after a while, still lazily, with a very soft voice, as if he hadn't woken up much.

"No, I wrote it all myself. I still remember the content. You can go through the formalities for him directly."

"I see."

After getting the answer, Aimee quickly exported the data, she paused for a moment, and then asked as if she couldn't hold back, "Boss, it is written in your employment letter that it is supervised by the board of directors, and the number of years of employment is tentative." Five years. In the past five years...you haven't come back yet?"

Shen Zhuo seemed to be stunned by the question for a moment, then smiled, and the laughter came from the phone: "Let's talk."

Aimee already knows Shen Zhuo's character very well, he always leaves a lot of room for himself, and never speaks too absolutely in everything, since he answered her like this, it probably means that he has no plans to come back within five years.

She felt a little incomprehensible, but thinking about it carefully...

Aimee affixed the official seal on the two agreements, and signed the year when they came into force, and finally sighed slightly: "Boss, although I don't know why you made such a sudden decision, but 'Yiyu' is run by you personally." Get up, everyone will be waiting for you when you come back."

This time, Shen Zhuo was silent for a long time before he let out a soft "hmm".

"Be happy and take care of your health." Aimee wiped the corners of her eyes, pursed her lips, and tried not to cry again, "Boss, come back early."

This time, Shen Zhuo didn't answer her. After a silent blank, Shen Zhuo hung up the phone first.

Throwing the mobile phone on the table next to the hospital bed, Shen Zhuo sat by the bed for a long time, very quiet, even his posture was extremely fixed and motionless.

He left the capital, came to Shanghai, and chose a hospital with good conditions in this unaccompanied city to live in.

All alone, all alone.

At the beginning, his ward was on the third floor. After the second month of formal radiotherapy, the side effects of radiotherapy began to appear slowly.

At the same time, his mental state took a turn for the worse. After he was rescued from suicide for the second time, the inpatient department realized that Shen Zhuo’s emotions were abnormal, so he transferred the chief physician from the mental health department of the outpatient clinic to help Shen Zhuo do another test. .

The results are very pessimistic.

The chief doctor of the Department of Respiratory Medicine and the doctor of the Department of Mental Hygiene conducted three consecutive consultations, but had no choice but to reduce the dose of radiotherapy and increase the time of psychological intervention, hoping to control Shen Zhuo's emotions.

But Shen Zhuo's symptoms did not improve.

Living alone in the ward, suddenly one morning when the nurse entered the ward to change Shen Zhuo's fluid, he found that he had cut off communication with others.

Shen Zhuo no longer speaks, but if the two eyes meet, he will still smile very gently at you.

This kind of smile is like a kind of instinct of his, and it seems that he is at the end of the road, alone, and can only ask to be better to others... This is to ask others not to give up on him.

The nurse sent to look after Shen Zhuo has been working for many years. She has seen many life and death, and heard more prayers than churches.

She even felt that she was numb to this kind of pain, but when she saw Shen Zhuo smiling at him, she found herself crying.

The patient's ID card belonged to the capital city. He went to the outpatient clinic alone, went to the hospital alone, made the bed for himself, and cooperated with the doctor to do various examinations.

Even for extremely painful biopsies and slices, when the hospital was extremely busy and no nurses could spare time to help him, he just quietly supported the light green walls of the hospital and moved back bit by bit. in the ward.

He went to pick up his own film alone, listened to the doctor pointing out the location and condition of his lesion, and heard that his condition was progressing slowly. He entered the radiotherapy room alone, and then walked back to the ward slowly with a pale complexion.

The distance was less than 50 meters, but once he walked for half an hour.

This patient is obviously so young, with clear facial features and a gentle temperament. Judging from his expenditure, he is not short of money, but no one has ever come to see him.

Like he was never alone.

Come alone, and leave alone.

"Mr. Shen," the nurse wiped her tears with her hand, and said to Shen Zhuo firmly, "You will be fine, you will be fine."

Shen Zhuo still smiled at her, but still didn't say anything.

He lowered his head and looked at his wrist without energy.

There was a freshly healed wound, light maroon, from the last time he committed suicide by slitting his wrist.

But he himself doesn't remember when he did it.

Shen Zhuo always felt that he would not do such a stupid thing.

A patient with mental illness has another world in his heart, he is in the world, and then shuts everyone out of the world.

He can't get out, and others can't get in.

The treatment method failed again, Shen Zhuo's condition was not only emotionally out of control, but also the lung lesions began to appear again and again.

Four months later, Shen Zhuo was transferred to another hospital to go abroad.

***

When Su Jingcheng returned to China, it was just in time for the "May [-]st" Golden Week.

He roughly sorted out all his investments in the United States for the past two years, and after the last physical treatment was completed and the bandages on his eyes and forehead were completely removed, he was ready to return to China immediately.

"May Day" is not only a big domestic crowd, but now it is fully internationalized. During this holiday, many overseas Chinese will also choose to go back to China once in these few days.

The number of flights increased, and Su Jingcheng waited several times but failed to find an empty route. In the end, he gave up the private jet and had to buy the fastest international air ticket to return home.

Lin had already gone back half a year ago to help him contact the financing of the new company. This time, only a new life assistant and a few bodyguards sent by Mr. Su returned with him.

The new life assistant is a very soft and cute girl, who was sent by Mr. Su after Lin went back, and both Su Jingcheng and Mr. Su knew what he was doing.

But since Su Jingcheng knew that his illness can be completely cured, his whole body has taken on a whole new look. How could he have the time to care about the new little girl's film, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to how to invest, how to start a new business, and how to make money.

His family, Shen Zhuo, has a big business now. Before he left, he personally contributed to Shen Zhuo, which made the gap between the two even bigger. Now that he is a poor boy when he goes back, why should he marry his baby?

Therefore, in the second year in the United States, Su Jingcheng kept busy while recovering.

The U.S. economy is not controlled by the state. There are more business opportunities and more crises at the same time. Su Jingcheng started from scratch and made every step of the way. After more than a year, he finally gave him the rough shape of the new company.

He was going to return to China and hand over the company to Shen Zhuo for full control, so it was considered a dowry gift.

Well, dowry is fine too.

Before boarding the plane, Su Jingcheng touched his phone, thinking with a smile on his face.

Foreign and domestic news are not very well-informed. In order to maintain the stability of the stock price, "Yiyu" has been killing the president in interviews with the outside world.

Coupled with Mr. Su's deliberate concealment, in the past two years, Su Jingcheng really couldn't see or touch, except for occasionally looking at Shen Zhuo's photos secretly by himself, and calling Shen Zhuo when he really couldn't think about it.

In the beginning, Shen Zhuo was quite diligent in answering the phone, but later Su Jingcheng found that Shen Zhuo was becoming more and more unwilling to answer his calls, so he panicked and accelerated his pace of returning home.

Now, he was about to see that person soon.

May in the capital has already started to heat up. Su Jingcheng has not been on an international airline with so many people for a while, and his body has just recovered. When the plane landed at six o'clock in the morning, he already felt His temples throbbed and hurt badly.

Several bodyguards sat in the first class cabin with him, got off the plane with Su Jingcheng, and the driver of the Su family was already waiting for them at the exit.

After two years, Mr. Su actually kept the driver that Su Jingcheng used to use.

"Old Zhao, you've worked hard on such a hot day."

Although he was tired, Su Jingcheng was obviously in a good mood, he pinched the center of his eyebrows lightly, and then greeted the driver in the front seat.

Lao Zhao hasn't seen Su Jingcheng for two years. He has been driving the Su family since this man was still in high school, and has been watching Su Jingcheng go from high school to university, from university to taking over the Su family, and then a series of things happened. And the man's shoulders never slumped.

The only difference is that Su Jingcheng became more calm.

Lao Zhao is over 50 years old. He has driven cars for the upper class for more than 30 years.

If we say that the former Su Jingcheng was a sharp dagger, he showed his sharpness and was extravagant and frivolous.

So now Su Jingcheng seems to have suppressed all the sharpness, he has become peaceful, rational, and humble.

In the eyes he looked at, Lao Zhao found that he seemed to see the shadow of another person.

And that person has been gone for two years.

The author has something to say: get out in a hurry. .Not finished. . .Ends tomorrow. . T_T

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see you tomorrow~