The Fourth Quadrant of Online Games

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Pu Yiyang walked straight out of the conference hall.

"Wait a minute," someone called him from behind. Seeing him walking faster and faster, he raised his voice and shouted, "Yang Yang!"

Pu Yiyang paused, took a breath, turned his head, looked at Lu Yuxing, with a smirk on his face: "May I ask what you want, Professor Lu?"

It's Professor Lu, not Uncle Lu.

No matter how much that person calls him Yang Yang, he will never be able to call him uncle sincerely like he did ten years ago.

Lu Yuxing couldn't see Pu Yiyang's indifference, a little loneliness appeared on his usually cold face.He left behind a lot of colleagues who still wanted to continue asking questions, and hurriedly chased out from the venue without even wearing a coat. The November wind in Seattle suddenly looked a little bleak.

Pu Yiyang looked at the many silver hairs on his temples, and thought to himself, after ten years, people will still grow old.

"I'm very happy that you can come to my lecture." Lu Yuxing said a little embarrassedly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Chang Yuan said that you have done a good job recently. I think your father will also be happy for you. you are happy."

Again.

Every muscle in Pu Yiyang's body became stiff, and the breath he had just pressed rushed straight up again. A large part of his heart wanted him to yell at Lu Yuxing, telling him not to mention that person again. thing.

On this untouchable subject, today's share of what is called patience has been exhausted.

He still remembered that this was a public place, so he tried his best to keep the smirk on his face: "Thank you, Professor Lu, for your confirmation. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

After speaking, he wanted to slip away quickly.

But the other person just didn't let him go.

"I know you hate me," Lu Yuxing looked at him deeply, "you have been avoiding me all these years, and you don't want to talk to me. But Yangyang, you are very suitable for this job. You are still young and talented. If you have a chance, you will definitely be able to do better than us. You are just like him back then..."

Pu Yiyang couldn't listen anymore.

"You're wrong." He looked directly at Lu Yuxing, the laziness on his body and the fake smile on his face seemed to have been blown away by the cold wind, leaving only a sharp coldness on his face, "You two They were all wrong. First, I don’t hate you, Uncle Lu, I hate him. Second, I don’t look like that man at all.”

Lu Yuxing was taken aback, the enthusiasm that had been stirring in his eyes since he mentioned Pu Zhengping just now disappeared suddenly.He looked rather lost.

Perhaps at a certain moment, he looked at the young man sitting off the court, and saw a familiar shadow from that familiar face.That's why he chased after him in such a hurry, and looked at Pu Yiyang with such rare eager eyes.

And this happened to be the last thing Pu Yiyang wanted to see.

This time, he didn't say anything and refused to stay where he was, and he didn't look at Lu Yuxing's reaction any more, so he turned around and left.

Lu Yuxing said behind him: "But mathematics, mathematics is innocent. I can see that you are interested in his research..."

He spoke very earnestly, even with a hint of supplication.For others, it must be difficult to imagine that Professor Lu Da, who is usually aloof, would speak to others in such a tone.

Pu Yiyang heard everything, but didn't look back.

Seattle, the US headquarters of FREE.

In the office on the top floor, more than a dozen people were having a morning meeting around a table when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Xiang Hong walked in with a cold face, scanned the people in the room, and turned his eyes back to the man sitting at the end of the long table, his eyes became gloomy again.

"Xiao Hong?" Wu Zheng looked surprised, and glanced at Wu Xuechun who was following behind Xiang Hong, his eyebrows seemed to be wrinkled, but he quickly retracted it, ready to stand up and give up his seat to Xiang Hong.

"Don't, Uncle Wu, don't move," Xiang Hong pressed Wu Zheng's shoulder with a strong force, making it clear that Wu Zheng would not give up his seat, and the other hand fell on the back of an empty chair beside him. Go up, let the chair turn around in place, "Well, I'm just here for a walk, and I will pay a visit to the veterans of your company."

But he didn't mean to sit down on the chair.

The scene fell into a momentary embarrassment, and many people in the seats secretly cast their eyes on Wu Zheng, as if they wanted to see his reaction.

All this fell into Xiang Hong's eyes.

He has never seen several of the people present.In other words, never met in person.At Jiangcheng's board meeting, less than half of the total number of people actually attended each time.The remaining few people often appear at the meeting in the form of holographic imaging.

On the contrary, at the not-so-official branch morning meeting in Seattle this time, this person was really well-attended.

There was a sneer on Xiang Hong's face.

"Xiao...uh, Mr. Xiang," said the person sitting on Wu Zheng's right hand, "Mr. Wu is here to chat with you about the progress of Plan C. This project was started before you officially came to the company. , We made an appointment with Iris and Jerry a few months ago, but we forgot to ask if you would come or not before we came out this time, it was my negligence, please don't blame Mr. Wu."

Xiang Hong glanced over silently.

The person who spoke was Qian Yida, who was also the executive director of Jiangcheng Headquarters. He had just joined the board of directors this year and had been working under Wu Zheng for many years. He could be regarded as Wu Zheng's confidant.

He stared at the square-faced man and sneered in his heart.That guy at least remembered what he said at the meeting last time, and before he called him Mr. Xiang, he held back the small words.

Under the baptism of Xiang Hong's knife-like gaze, the sweat on Qian Yida's forehead became more and more severe.

"It's okay, I didn't want to spoil everyone's interest," Xiang Hong looked away, clasped his hands, and leaned his elbows on the back of the chair, "Aren't you guys going to talk about plan C? I'll just listen to whatever you want to talk about. "

As he spoke, he sat down firmly.

The meeting room was extremely quiet, and the directors not only looked at Wu Zheng, but also began to look at Xiang Hong several times.

Everyone can feel that this is a war that will happen before these two people sooner or later.

Only Wu Zheng continued to talk about the topic that Xiang Hong had interrupted before, as if nothing had happened.

Xiang Hong propped his chin with one hand, and tapped the table with the other hand, seeming both impatient and absent-minded.

When he heard a certain part, he raised his eyebrows and lifted the hand that was knocking on the table: "Uncle Wu, what did you just say? We will invest more money in this project next quarter?"

Wu Zheng replied with a normal expression: "Yes, this is in the plan."

"Uncle Wu, you have been at the helm of FREE for my dad for many years." Xiang Hong turned his head to look at him, "I think you must know better than me the actual revenue of our company in the past six months, right?"

Wu Zheng also looked at him: "The report shown to me is the same as the one given to you."

Xiang Hong's palm fell back on the table suddenly, and his voice tightened at the same time: "Now that you know, you should understand that FREE's financial situation can't support your Laoshizi ghost plan at all."

Here comes the storm.The other directors held their breath and did not dare to speak rashly.

Wu Zheng just said: "Xiaohong, this project is very important."

His tone was not agitated at all, he didn't seem to see that Xiang Hong was here to ask questions, and what he said avoided the serious and the minor, as if Xiang Hong was making trouble for no reason, and all he had to do was to comfort him patiently.

Xiang Hong's mouth twitched angrily.

No, this is in the company, not in the game, let alone the Tianlong Gang.He had to control his temper, otherwise every word he said would be in the arms of his good Uncle Wu.

"You said it was very important, didn't you?" He sneered, and spread his hands towards Wu Zheng, "What about the results? What's the value? What kind of tricks did your plan make, and how much did you earn for FREE? Everyone in the company With so many people, as well as every director here, everyone wants to see what benefits the money that has been taken out of our pockets has brought us!"

Wu Zheng lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Everyone could see that Xiang Hong had come prepared and was going to turn against the guests. He was attending Wu Zheng's book in a dignified way at this meeting where he was not invited.

And at the last Jiangcheng meeting, he humiliated the Jiangcheng University collaborators invited by Wu Zheng in front of Wu Zheng, and it was not entirely a willful act, but a knock-on-the-wall move aimed at Wu Zheng.

This Mr. Xiang wants to use this project to attack Mr. Wu.

The few directors who had been observing Wu Zheng's performance all lowered their heads, looking at their noses and noses and their hearts, as if watching the fire from the other side.

Qian Yida, who was sitting opposite Xiang Hong, quietly took out a handkerchief and wiped his face.

Xiang Hong was very satisfied with the tense atmosphere on the field, with a predatory smile on his face, and said again: "Wu Zheng, don't forget, this is not your company."

Wu Zheng said lightly, "Of course not."

"Since that's the case, why do you take so much money to support idlers with nothing to do, and to vote for Jiangcheng University, for that Lu Yuxing, and now you simply sponsor some other neuroscience conference? You think we are free from the government A department or a charity?" After Xiang Hong finished mocking, the topic changed again, "Or, is the money actually going somewhere else?"

His eyes were fixed on Wu Zheng.

The last sentence is almost clear and direct.

Wu Zheng still sat there peacefully, as if he had expected Xiang Hong's attack a long time ago.He calmly asked Xianghong: "Xiaohong, are you suspecting that I stole the company's money as the president of FREE?"

Xiang Hong gritted his teeth, and secretly cursed at the old fox, who still has such a pure and innocent face until now.

"Uncle Wu, I didn't say that. You said it." His voice lowered dangerously, "Don't you forget, my poor dad is just lying in the hospital right now. He's not dead yet Woolen cloth."

As soon as these words came out, several directors couldn't sit still.

FREE is the world controlled by the old president Xiang Renjie. The old emperor is only seriously ill, but actually still holds the most shares. After all, this company really cannot be decided by Wu Zheng.

And what if Mr. Xiang died?

The person who will benefit the most will be Wu Zheng, who has long been the actual person in charge of FREE, or the airborne young master appointed by the old president to succeed him?

The directors are in a clear struggle.A female director seemed to be unable to stand Xiang Hong's series of attacks on Wu Zheng, and said, "Mr. Xiang, you are embarrassing Mr. Wu. He is doing things for the company."

Xiang Hong snorted coldly: "Really?" He looked at Wu Zheng, "If it's for the company, this project shouldn't be so hidden, Mr. Wu, don't you think so?"

"Xiaohong," Wu Zheng sighed long and rather helplessly. He put his hand on the tablet in front of him, tapped it a few times, and handed it to Xiang Hong, "You're right. FREE is Xiang's company. , is your father's company."

What he showed Xiang Hong was a document.

A company resolution document certified by Xiang Renjie's voiceprint and personally signed.

Xiang Hong was stunned: "This is..."

"This is the document your father signed before he got sick." Wu Zheng's words seemed a bit unbearable, "Mr. Xiang completely handed over the control of Plan C to me, and asked me to report to him alone. Therefore, Xiaohong ,sorry."

Xiang Hong's upper lip trembled, and his eyes almost burned, piercing through the document that was not forged.

He didn't know the existence of this document at all. He could have 1 reasons to doubt whether his father was conscious when he signed this document, but in terms of procedure, everything he did before was self-inflicted. its shame.

Wu Zheng knew early on that he had also come to Seattle with him, and he also knew that he had always been skeptical about the Jiangcheng University project. When the documents he knew came out, he slapped him in the face in front of all the directors, to prove to them who his father was most optimistic about and trusted.

Compared with the scheming Wu Zheng, he was really too tender, and he actually fell right into the opponent's arms like this.

Look at that group of people, that group of people sitting around, every single one of them is relieved.Is it because I feel that I am on the right team and betting on the right person, so I don't need to pay attention to him, the nominal president who only knows how to be rude and ruthless, in the future, right?

"Very good, Uncle Wu, you are fine. You are all fine." He laughed angrily, threw the tablet back into Wu Zheng's hands, and strode out of the meeting room like a gust of wind. Door.