After Transmigrating into the President Wen of Dog Blood [Quick Transmigration]

Lu Rong walked on the brightly lit street, rubbed his hungry belly, and planned to find a restaurant to eat first.

A BMW suddenly slowed down and paralleled him, and honked its horn.

Lu Rong looked up and saw that the car window had rolled down, it was Feng Xinglang.

The car stopped three meters ahead, Feng Xinglang glanced at him: "Get in the car."

Lu Rong looked around, found no one else, and asked uncertainly, "Will Mr. Feng let me get in the car?"

Feng Xinglang said: "Didn't you invite me to dinner?"

Lu Rong was startled, smiled shyly, and got into the co-pilot: "I thought Mr. Feng didn't want to have dinner with me."

Feng Xinglang turned on the car stereo, and a melodious and long melody sounded.

Lu Rong raised his head, with a slight smile in his eyes: "Boss Feng likes listening to Jacky Cheung's songs?"

Feng Xinglang glanced at him: "What are you laughing at, is it out of date?"

"I think it's a little bit." Lu Rong squeezed his hands embarrassingly.

"What do you like to listen to, change it yourself."

Just kidding, if you want him to order songs, you can only order according to the interests of 'Lu Rong', but in fact his preferences are basically the opposite of 'Lu Rong' in this world.Lu Rong quickly waved his hand: "No, I don't like anything, and I think the song played now is pretty good even if it's outdated."

Feng Xinglang didn't force it, he stopped and waited for the traffic lights, then turned his head and glanced at Lu Rong: "What do you want to eat?"

"I can do it." Lu Rong glanced at him carefully, "It doesn't need to be too expensive. Does Mr. Feng want to eat anything?"

"Whatever, it's up to you anyway."

Lu Rong quickly called the system: "What do I want to treat Mr. Ba to eat?"

System: "Things omitted in the script, the host can freely play."

Lu Rong couldn't wait to write. He glanced at the KFC in front of him and asked in a low voice, "Why don't I treat you to fried chicken?"

He has been in this world for so long, and he has never eaten fried food. For a senior fried chicken fan, not eating a meal for several months is really a dream.

Feng Xinglang nodded without changing his face, parked the car, and entered the store together with Lu Rong.

There weren't many people in the shop, apparently most people don't like greasy food at night.

There was only one waiter at the cash register taking orders. Lu Rong took Feng Xinglang to a seat by the corner, got up and walked to the cash register, ordered two set meals for two, and sat back on the chair with them.

Very hungry, Lu Rong ate with relish, drank another half cup of cold and refreshing Coke, burped, looked at Feng Xinglang who was slowly eating mashed potatoes, and asked, "President Feng doesn't like these?"

Feng Xinglang pointed to the gnawed chicken bones on the table, "I will eat everything except hamburgers."

Lu Rong then took the hamburger next to him, "I always eat something else."

Feng Xinglang wiped his mouth with a napkin, and was about to say something when the phone rang. He looked at the flickering screen and put it to his ear to answer.After half a minute, he hung up the phone again, staring sharply at Lu Rong: "The person from the bar called and said that your business plan was left in the room and was not picked up, and asked if you want to go back and get it."

Lu Rong groaned, as if he just remembered, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes, and he was instantly relieved: "I have decided not to take over this project. If it is convenient for Mr. Feng, you can tell the bar staff and ask them to throw it away. okay?"

Feng Xinglang paused with his hands: "You really decided not to take over?"

Lu Rong easily showed a sad expression, glanced at him secretly, and then moved his gaze away, "I don't like Mr. Feng looking at me like that."

Feng Xinglang raised his eyebrows: "How do I see you?"

Lu Rong looked at him slightly angrily, blushing and said, "Boss Feng thinks of me as that kind of person."

Feng Xinglang smiled, picked up a fried chicken and handed it to Lu Rong, "Eat another one."

A greasy smell suddenly entered the nasal passages, and his stomach suddenly turned upside down. Lu Rong quickly covered his mouth with a tissue and swallowed the feeling of wanting to vomit.

Feng Xinglang noticed that his face turned pale all of a sudden, and his beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, so he picked up a cup of hot water and handed it to Lu Rong, "What's wrong?"

Lu Rong looked at him gratefully, took a sip of hot water and felt much better, shook his head and said, "Maybe I ate too much just now, and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable."

Coming out of KFC, Lu Rong separated from Feng Xinglang and took a taxi home.

While lying on the bed, the system appeared, and he was issued a task asking him to submit his resignation tomorrow.Lu Rong vaguely agreed, and then fell asleep.Now that he has fully adjusted his mentality, he has already learned to put the tasks issued by the system first.If you resign, you resign. Anyway, as the protagonist in the book, he does not believe that he can starve to death. Although the system did not tell him the next plot, he can basically guess the routine. Even if the protagonist resigns, there will be another A position with higher salary and better treatment is waiting for him, no matter how bad it is, there is still the thigh of the donor to hug, all in all, it can solve the problem of food and clothing.Lu Rong was sure that his judgment would not be wrong.

The next day at work, Lu Rong applied for resignation with his immediate boss, Zhao Shengming. After a while, He Tingan came over and called Lu Rong to his office with a sullen face.

He Tingan asked him to sit down, and said with a usual smile: "Xiao Lu, Zhao Shengming told me just now that you are going to resign, have you already made up your mind?"

Lu Rong sat awkwardly and nodded lightly: "Boss, I think I may not be very suitable for this job."

"You did a good job, what's wrong with it?"

Lu Rong smiled awkwardly, and mumbled, "I didn't do very well, the main reason is that I want to rest for a while, and I hope Mr. He will approve my resignation."

He Tingan was silent for a few seconds and said, "It's okay if you're too tired from work recently and want to rest. I'll give you a one-month long vacation. How about coming back to work after you have had enough rest?"

Lu Rong thought about it in embarrassment, but still shook his head and refused, "Thank you, Mr. He, but I still decided to resign."

A trace of displeasure flashed across He Tingan's eyes, but he didn't show it on his face, "Do you want to think about it again? If you think the salary is low, there will be a list of employees whose salary will be adjusted this month. I'll reserve a spot for you here first. If so, you can see how much it suits you, and we can discuss it later.”

Lu Rong squeezed his trouser legs nervously, looked straight at He Ting'an with uneasy eyes, and said with a blushing face, "About that project, I want to make a suggestion to Mr. He."

He Tingan glanced at him and said with a smile, "Say it."

Lu Rong thought for a while, pondered over his wording, and then said: "I think that immigration project is a good investment, estimated to be worth more than [-] billion, and Mr. Feng will actually be tempted. It's just...Mr. Feng may feel congratulations. Boss, I think you are deliberately using me to curry favor with him, he may not like the way President He talks about the project, so he hasn't given a definite answer until now."

He Tingan glanced at him thoughtfully, two faint blue lights reflected on his glasses, and asked Lu Rong, "Is this what Feng Xinglang meant?"

"I think so," Lu Rong nodded, "During dinner last night, Mr. Feng told me personally that I was the bait arranged by Mr. He by his side, and made it clear that if Mr. He really wanted to discuss the project with him, Let's talk to someone who is knowledgeable. So Mr. He, I think I should be the least suitable person to take over this project."

He Tingan walked back to the desk, tapped the table with his fingers again and again, and raised his head after a while: "I know about this, I will personally take over this project, and I will explain it to him face to face tomorrow. As for your resignation , if it’s because of this project, it’s not necessary.”

Lu Rong breathed a sigh of relief, "No, I'm not because of the project, I just want to take a break and change industries by the way."

He Ting'an politely stayed a few more words, telling him to reply to him tomorrow, and let him go out without saying anything.

Lu Rong didn't change his mind, since this was the system's order, he couldn't change it either.His resignation was approved by the president, and the resignation procedures were completed within a week. Lu Rong had already left the company before the new person to take over was recruited.

On the day of resignation, Lu Rong returned home early. Lu Jianren was stunned when he saw his son come back, and only after asking did he find out that he had resigned.

Lu Jianren smiled and said, "It's fine to resign, just take a good rest for a few days before going to work."

Lu Rong smiled back, this father is really obedient to his son, and he feels quite embarrassed.Lu Jianren works in a public institution, and Yang Suhe works in a bank. The two of them have only one son, Lu Rong. Although the family can't be said to be rich, it can be called well-to-do.

After dinner, Lu Rong took the initiative to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. He vaguely heard his parents discussing something in the living room, but he didn't take it to heart.

After washing the dishes, Lu Rong sat down on the sofa, just picked up the phone, Yang Suhe pushed Lu Jianren, Lu Jianren took a step forward as if making up his mind, then returned to Yang Suhe's side, shoved his wife coyly, "You should say it, Rongbao listens to you the most."

Yang Suhe glared at him, knowing that with his temperament, it would be impossible to take the first step until tomorrow, so she simply shook off his hand, looked at Lu Rong on the sofa, and sat down next to him.

Lu Rong guessed what they wanted to say to him, but patiently played the role of a silly sweet person, lowered his head and continued to look at his phone.

Yang Suhe patted his son's shoulder, smiled and said, "Rong Bao, Mom has something I want to discuss with you."

Lu Rong put down his phone and looked up helplessly, "You and Dad will definitely ask me again if I'm in a relationship."

"Rongbao is getting older, and it's time to talk about marriage," Yang Suhe said, the smile on his face faded a little, rubbing his hands, staring at Lu Rongdao, "Maybe Rongbao didn't pay attention to me. Mom has a question to ask Rongbao, if God gives you a chance to choose your own gender, would Rongbao want to be male or female?"

Lu Rong uttered a few foul words silently in his heart, but on the surface he smiled without thinking: "Mom, what are you talking about? Of course it's a man."

Yang Suhe and Lu Jianren looked at each other, then gritted their teeth and said, "Rongbao comes into contact with new things outside every day. Have you ever heard of intersex people?"

Lu Jianren coughed violently a few times, as if he had choked on the water he just drank, his chubby face flushed instantly, and after finally calming down, he looked at the dazed and confused Lu Rong, walked to sit opposite his son, and said, "I have something with your mother." I have been wanting to tell you the matter, but I was afraid that you would not be able to accept it, so I kept it a secret until today, now that Rong Bao has grown up and has enough endurance, your mother and I will stop beating around the bush."

Intersex people, right? I already knew that!

Lu Rong stared at Lu Jianren with wide eyes, his body tensed slightly, "If you have anything to say, just tell me, I can take it."