He walks the career path in Shurachang

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows in surprise, stared at the man without moving, and found his voice after a while: "Mr. Wen, why are you here? Are you looking for me?"

"Yes." Wen Ruiyun started walking, approaching him slowly, leaning over slightly, as if frowning because of the smell of alcohol floating on his body.

"I didn't reply to your message, and turned off the phone when I called. I heard from Sheng Qi that you were so drunk that you passed out. Come up and have a look. It seems that I accidentally interrupted your good business."

When he said this, Wen Ruiyun's tone was not salty, his handsome and elegant face was expressionless, but his dark eyes were fixed on Shang Heng.

When he is not smiling, the invisible pressure around his body is naturally released, giving people an intolerable feeling that the flow of time is slowing down.

When Shang Heng calmly came out of the room, he was upset, but was interrupted by Wen Ruiyun, he simply didn't think about those troubles and troubles, and calmed down instead.

Relying on his inconspicuous height advantage, he lowered his eyes to meet the other party's gaze, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "Isn't that right, I slept so darkly that I finally woke up and was about to have a big meal, but you gave me a slap in the face." Stopped it. Mr. Wen even wants to ask about this?"

Wen Ruiyun's eyes moved slightly, and he turned back to his upper body calmly. When smile lines appeared on the corners of his mouth, the imposing manner of questioning just now disappeared without a trace: "I was worrying too much. I apologize to you and treat you to supper. how?"

Shang Heng just said casually just now, he seemed to be really hungry when he heard the word snack, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, where did you go?"

Wen Ruiyun took the lead: "Let's go, the car is waiting downstairs."

Shang Heng quickly followed him, and said suspiciously: "Mr. Wen came to see me, isn't it just for such a trivial matter?"

When going downstairs, Wen Ruiyun stopped, looked back at him and smiled elegantly: "Congratulations, Mr. Shang, you won another bet."

Shang Heng came back and smiled.

"Forbidden Me" was released for a week, and the box office has accumulated close to 15 million so far. There are still three weeks before the Spring Festival. According to the current popularity, it is not a problem to hit the billion club, and [-] billion can also be expected.

At the beginning of the total investment of 500 million yuan, Shang Heng accounted for nearly one-third of it. After deducting the share of theaters and Gu Lin, Shang Heng's income can be more than ten times in one go. It is typical for a small man to make a big fortune. The cost of publicity and distribution is simply a profit.

Coupled with the income from "Mosanghai" and several other projects, the total revenue and investment of Shangheng Company in the first year is close to the [-] million mark, far exceeding the rate of return stipulated in the gambling agreement with Wen Ruiyun.

He beat Wen Ruiyun again.

Shang Heng couldn't help smiling, unbuttoned the two buttons on his neckline, and let go of his excess dryness: "Mr. Wen is really smart, 20.00% equity, no matter what."

Wen Ruiyun turned his face to look at him with a smile, and shook his head: "I feel a bit at a loss."

Shang Heng continued to ask, but Wen Ruiyun refused to explain.

The two walked out of the hotel lobby, Wen Shengqi had been waiting in the car for a long time, lowered the window, and waved to them from afar.

When Shang Heng walked down the stairs, the headlights of a Porsche on the side of the road flashed twice suddenly, and the light was bright at night, he squinted his eyes, subconsciously raised his hand to block his sight.

The door of the Porsche was opened, and the man who got off the back seat slowly stepped into the light, revealing his figure little by little from the darkness.

Shiny leather shoes, straight black trousers, a dark brown long windbreaker, and a stand-up collar that swayed slightly in the night wind, followed by a sharp and smooth chin, and that cold and arrogant face.

Gu Lin's eyes were always indifferent, and his cheek muscles were tense. At this moment, he was frowning, staring at Wen Ruiyun who was beside Shang Heng, and subconsciously clenched his hands in the windbreaker pockets. A movie ticket, the fabric supporting the shape of a few finger bones.

Shang Heng was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "President Gu, you came too late, the celebration banquet is almost over."

As a big investor, Gu Lin was naturally invited to the celebration banquet of the "Forbidden Me" crew.

But he was busy with work, and he didn't like drinking parties. He was mixed with a large group of people. He wanted to ask Shang Heng to come out alone, but he didn't reply to any of the messages and calls he sent, and his assistant Amo couldn't contact him.

Gu Lin spent the whole day arranging all the work for the rest of the holiday, and was finally able to get away. It was late at night when he hurriedly arrived, and before he entered the lobby, he saw his deadly enemy running one step ahead of him to cut off his beard.

Gu Lin pursed her lips tightly, and snorted mockingly: "I just said why your phone is not turned on, it turns out that you have another date?"

Shang Heng pressed his forehead helplessly: "It's out of battery. Mr. Wen just came here too. We're going to have supper. Do you want to come together, Mr. Gu?"

Gu Lin said bluntly: "Why should I have supper with this... this guy?"

Call him Mr. Wen, tell yourself to talk to Mr. Gu without saying a single word!

Wen Ruiyun said slowly: "That's right, my kitchen is only good at cooking some home-cooked dishes, so I'm afraid it won't be good for Mr. Gu."

Gu Lin's eyes widened suddenly: "Your house? What are you doing running to your house in the middle of the night?"

Shang Heng looked at Wen Ruiyun in surprise, then he thought it was the same, Wen Shengqi was in the car, there was no need to go out to eat.

Wen Ruiyun smiled slightly: "Tomorrow is New Year's Day. I heard from Sheng Qi that you plan to live alone in the company. Why don't you come to my house and just join in the fun? Ran Ran remembers the kidnapping last time and keeps thinking about you. What do you think?" "

Unexpectedly, the other party invited him to be a guest at home, Shang Heng was even more surprised.

Wen Ruiyun's eyes are clear and soft, showing a kind of magnanimity that neither hides nor is tough.

He waited patiently for Shang Heng's reply, a little more intimacy and anticipation than when he was invited to the charity dinner.

Shang Heng felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He had been studying for more than half a year, and he had no relatives, no home, and very few friends. The apartment was still rentable. The only thing that gave him a sense of belonging was the company he opened.

Unexpectedly, it was Wen Ruiyun who once regarded him as the enemy who invited him to the family gathering.

"Alright." Shang Heng shrugged, "Anyway, I didn't go anywhere else."

Whether it's going back to the company or the apartment, it's likely to have to face Rong Zhi, Shang Heng thought of his lonely face, and his temples began to ache again.

Shang Heng subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the upstairs of the hotel, the window was pitch black, he couldn't see anything, he must be asleep.

"Not good." Gu Lin said with a dark face, "You have nowhere to go and you can come to me—"

As the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered that his mother was still at home, and if Shang Heng came, he would probably make trouble again, his face twitched, and he closed his mouth again.

Shang Heng didn't hear clearly for a while: "What can you do?"

Gu Lin's cheek muscles twitched slightly, his lips moved, and he glanced to the side: "I mean, if you ask me, I can consider taking you in. Mr. Wen's family has a big business and a lot of opportunities, so it's better not to bother."

"Also, it's time to discuss the next cooperation project."

Still the familiar stinky face, the familiar arrogance, for some reason, Shang Heng couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw Gu Lin's expression, he had to find an excuse to hold back even though he was already here.

Shang Heng pretended to be surprised: "The next cooperation project? Do we have one? Why don't I know?"

Gu Lin pursed her lips and stared at him: "I said yes."

Shang Heng held back a smile and wanted to say a few more words, but suddenly his wrist tightened, and Wen Ruiyun dragged him a few steps towards Bentley.

"It's getting late, it's cold at night, standing here and blowing the wind will catch a cold."

Wen Ruiyun's words were not hurried or slow, but the strength in his hand was not loose at all, he came to the front of the car and opened the door for Shang Heng with his own hands, pressed the roof of the car with one hand to prevent him from bumping his head, and stuffed him into the back seat with the other hand.

"Hey, Wen Ruiyun!" Gu Lin rushed forward in two or three steps, pressed the window of the car, and sneered, "Why are you running? I still have something to say to Shang Heng."

Wen Ruiyun uncommonly restrained his demeanor in dealing with people, and closed the car door coldly: "Mr. Gu doesn't even check what time it is, so come back early, we won't see you off."

Shang Heng knocked on the car window: "Mr. Gu, let's talk about the cooperation case after work."

"You—" Gu Lin watched the black car drive away, and stayed where it was, eating the exhaust fumes.

Wen Ruiyun, the dog!

Did he work so hard to spare time by working overtime just to come here to eat ashes?

The movie ticket in Gu Linyi's pocket was almost crushed by him, his face was livid, but if he invited Shang Heng to watch a movie for a dinner date in front of his deadly enemy, if he was rejected, where would he save his face?

"Boss." Assistant Amo observed Gu Lin's face tremblingly, "Do you want to chase after him?"

"Don't chase!" Gu Lin glared at him angrily, did he chase Wen Ruiyun's house and wait for the door to be closed?

Amo was helpless: "Then you just watch Boss Shang being snatched away by Boss Wen?"

Which pot is not open to mention which pot!

Gu Lin's face darkened again immediately: "Why are you so useless? Even Wen Shengqi can't compare to being an eyeliner!"

Amo: "..."

Gu Lin turned back to the car, closed the door heavily, and squinted her eyes: "I won't make it easy for Wen."

He lit a cigarette, rolled down the car window, and rested his fingers holding the cigarette on the edge of the cold glass window, scarlet flickering in the night.

"I remember that there will be an auction of land for reconstruction tomorrow? Tianhe Group is bound to win this land, right?"

"You mean?"

The corner of Gu Lin's mouth curled up, but he didn't say much.

As long as the plot line of the original book is followed, Tianhe Group and Wen Ruiyun are destined to go bankrupt, and Shang Heng is destined to be with him.

Let's be proud now, it's still unknown who will die.

Until the two cars left the entrance of the hotel one after another, the thick curtains were partly drawn by the floor-to-ceiling windows of a dark guest room on a certain floor upstairs, and Rong Zhi silently watched what happened below through the window, as quiet as a The shadow of smoke.

He held another photo in his hand, on which there were seven or eight high school students. At the far left end, a thin and short boy lowered his head shyly, with long bangs blocking his face. The 16-year-old Shang Heng was big. Standing next to him, there was a casual smile on his face.

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A black Bentley is galloping on the spacious road. There are few vehicles on the road at this point, only the never-night neon lights flowing outside the car window.

Secretary Wu was driving, and Wen Shengqi was drowsy in the passenger seat.

Shang Heng pinched the wrist that Wen Ruiyun had grabbed just now, Wen Ruiyun turned his head to look at him: "Did it hurt you just now?"

"How come?" Shang Heng leaned lazily on the back of the chair, "I'm just a little surprised. Mr. Wen has always been a handsome gentleman."

"Ha ha."

With the heater turned on in the car, Wen Ruiyun took off his coat, revealing a lead gray tunic suit with the collar buttoned up to the top, and the tie was tied meticulously.

Maybe it was too hot, so he loosened the tie knot casually, turned his face sideways, his deep eyes fell on Shang Heng's face, his Adam's apple slipped slightly, and he smiled lowly:

"It's nice to follow your male instincts once in a while."