Becoming a Supporting Actor in Paranoid Literature

In an instant, there was a demolition sign on the wall. Not to mention, the words are quite beautiful, and the writing is very imposing...

Secretary Chen looked at the word "demolition" with a blank expression.

Zhuang Baihua said angrily: "The smoky place should have been demolished long ago."

Zhuang Baihua works at the grassroots level and has been in contact with government demolition projects. He even went to receive them when the demolition office moved in, so the word "demolition" is well written.

As for the things in the darkroom, Zhuang Baihua was indeed very angry.

It turns out that the small black room in the book is hidden here. Not only does the room have no windows, it is pitch black, and there is only a small bed in it, with handcuffs and iron chains tied to the head of the bed, and whips, clips, barbed iron balls, etc. are scattered on the ground next to it. Some uncomfortable props look like torture chambers.

This is too perverted.

Zhuang Baihua only read a short section of the original book about the original owner. It said that the original owner imprisoned Chi Yue in a small black room, probably because he was afraid of being harmed, so the description was not too detailed. Now seeing is believing, it is more exaggerated than in the book.

Zhuang Baihua actually got goosebumps when he actually came into contact with the place where the original owner crazily criticized.

He told Secretary Chen: "This place needs to be demolished." Unknowingly, he used the director's tone, "It's too shameful."

Secretary Chen nodded, thinking about the boss's sunny and sometimes rainy days. He usually likes the dark room. If he regrets having to redecorate it after two days of dismantling, or delay it for a while, maybe the boss will change his mind after sleeping.

Secretary Chen is very good at guessing the boss's mind. He thinks he has mastered the routine of serving the boss, and he has planned ahead, so that the boss has nothing to say.

At this moment, he still doesn't know that Zhuang Baihua doesn't play cards according to the routine.

The thermos cup Zhuang Baihua had been using before, and Chen Wang politely asked if he wanted to change it to a high-end one. After all, the pink flower gift cup really didn't fit the image of a domineering president. Zhuang Baihua cheerfully said that he didn't need it. waste.

So everyone who reported to the president's office could see a cute pink flower thermos placed on the president's large and indifferent desk.

When it comes to reporting work, Zhuang Baihua doesn't necessarily understand everything his subordinates say, but as a social person, he can act.

No matter what his subordinates said, Zhuang Baihua always showed an amiable smile, his eyes were full of kindness and encouragement, which inspired and moved the employees.

The secretaries in the president's office are familiar with the violent and ruthless Mr. Zhuang before, but now Mr. Zhuang is so kind, it makes people feel hairy.

Could it be that the president has recently started to take the smiling tiger route?

Anyway, everyone would rather think that Zhuang Baihua is a smiling tiger than believe that his temper has changed.

Zhuang Baihua originally wanted to set up a new official to take office, and rectify the extravagance of the president's office, but the most important thing now is to quickly get started with the company's business. He has postponed several dinners and missed several meetings. It's time to dress up.

Everyone only sees the superficial appearance of the domineering president, handsome and handsome who spends money like water, and spends his days chasing after his little lover while not doing any business.

Those who don't have to go to work are paper bosses, but real bosses are very tiring.

Zhuang Baihua didn't realize that he was so tired because he had a strong sense of responsibility. If someone else dressed up as a domineering president, he would eat, drink, play and spend a lot of money in the early morning, and he didn't care about the company.

Only the diligent and conscientious director Zhuang will do what he does and love what he does, and study business affairs hard.

While Zhuang Baihua was reading the report, the secretary came to report suddenly, and Mr. Luo from the Rock Group called and asked him if he wanted to answer.

Zhuang Baihua thought for a while and asked the transfer to come over.

He made up some information about the original owner before, knowing that Luo Zhenduo of the Luo family is almost ten years older than him, and they are not only business partners, but also wine and meat friends.

Luo Zhenduo would often invite the original owner to drink and socialize together. Originally, with their identities, this was fine, but Luo Zhenduo had a son who had even gone to college, and Zhuang Baihua instantly felt that this President Luo was very dishonest.

Luo Zhenduo gave birth to a child in his teens, and when he was too old, he always drank outside and didn't come home. He was not a good person.

But when people call the company, they have to answer the phone because they have business contacts.

Zhuang Baihua picked up the phone, and a deep voice came from the other side: "Mr. Zhuang has been very stylish lately, he doesn't answer his personal calls, and he has to make an appointment and line up to get in touch with his company calls."

The original owner had a personal mobile phone, and Zhuang Baihua disliked the original owner's personnel exchanges, and secondly, he was not prepared for fear of revealing his secrets, so that phone has been turned off recently.

Zhuang Baihua pretended to be stupid: "I haven't disappeared, so I can be contacted if there is something important."

It means, you better have something important with me.

Luo Zhenduo paused on the other end of the phone, and after a while he said slowly: "I can't find you if I don't have important matters, Bai Hua, I'm very sad when you say that."

Luo Zhenduo's voice was very low, and at the same time he spoke very slowly, with a calm and stable feeling, which was a little different from Zhuang Baihua's imagination.

Zhuang Baihua pulled himself together and asked, "What's the matter? Mr. Luo."

Luo Zhenduo lightly sarcastically said: "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I'm so unfamiliar that I call him Mr. Luo."

...Didn't you also call me Mr. Zhuang just now? Zhuang Baihua didn't know what to do, and said helplessly: "Well then, let's stop being weird to each other and just talk, Brother Zhenduo."

Luo Zhenduo is eight years older than Zhuang Baihua, so he can be called a brother.

Only then did Luo Zhenduo get down to business: "It was agreed before that we will win the new project together, but you didn't show up at the negotiation meeting a few days ago, don't you want to engage in it? If you want to quit and just say it, there will be a lot of people behind wait."

Zhuang Baihua was a little guilty. He was afraid of revealing his secrets. He always sent his subordinates to the meetings. It seemed that he didn't pay much attention to it. He cleared his throat and said, "I've been feeling a little uncomfortable these days. I'll attend after I adjust."

"Are you sick?" Luo Zhenduo's tone softened, "I heard that you stayed up all night in the clubhouse, and you are no longer a child. Pay attention to your body and don't overdo it."

Zhuang Baihua didn't know that his reputation as the "Seven Sons of the Ye Yu" had been widely spread, but he felt that Luo Zhenduo's tone was really like teaching his younger brother. Speaking of which, he himself also likes to drink.

Zhuang Baihua dismissed the topic perfunctorily, and then chatted with Luo Zhenduo about business matters. In this regard, Luo Zhenduo is a senior, and Zhuang Baihua has learned a lot with an open-minded attitude.

At the end, Luo Zhenduo added: "I'll give you something to make up for."

Before Zhuang Baihua could refuse, Luo Zhenduo hung up the phone.

Zhuang Baihua looked at the phone in confusion, wondering what to give.

Two days later, Secretary Chen came in with a casserole and said to Zhuang Baihua, "Boss Luo sent it to make up your body."

The diameter of the pot was one meter. Secretary Chen seemed to be struggling to hold the pot.

Zhuang Baihua: "..."

He asked Secretary Chen to put the casserole on the tea table, and opened the lid to see that there were chickens, ducks, and geese in it, as well as cuttlefish meat, and edible herbs such as ginseng and longan.

Secretary Chen explained next to her: "Mr. Luo's mother began to study dietary supplements and medicinal diets when she was old, and often made some nourishing food soups."

Zhuang Baihua: "..."

No wonder the overlords in Gouxuewen are all so talented that they can't fall down with golden guns. It turns out that someone added buffs later.

Luo Zhenduo's mother made too much and couldn't drink it all by himself, so he should send it out as soon as possible.

"It's too sweet, I can't stand it." He was not sick at all, and would get nosebleeds if he drank it. Zhuang Baihua asked Secretary Chen to pack it up and distribute it to his subordinates.

Secretary Chen didn't move, and asked hesitantly, "Are you sure you don't want to drink?"

Zhuang Baihua looked at him strangely: "My body is normal, no need."

Secretary Chen hesitated to speak.

What's normal, Mr. Zhuang is very strange recently, he always looks cheerful, so kind, it makes people very scared!Several people in the president's office secretly asked him if Mr. Zhuang had been stimulated by something.

Secretary Chen was worried that Zhuang Baihua was too tired, which would affect his spirit. Now, Mr. Luo sent him a big tonic soup, and it's okay to drink some...

But Zhuang Baihua didn't want to, so Chen Wang could only put the soup in the refrigerator, then walked back, and said softly, "Boss Zhuang, you haven't boxed for a long time, why don't you go to the boxing gym to vent and relax."

Zhuang Baihua was taken aback for a moment, the original owner still had this hobby.

Zhuang Baihua only read a paragraph of the original book, so he really didn't understand the character's information thoroughly.

For example, the original owner, as a domineering president who likes to lock people in a small dark room, is a supporting role. The main role is concentrated in the front part of the original book. According to the title of the book, there are four other supporting roles like the original owner.

It is impossible for a novel to write all the life trajectories of each supporting character, so Zhuang Baihua doesn't know many things about the original owner.

But it's understandable when you think about it, the domineering president must have a good figure, so it's reasonable to like fitness.

Zhuang Baihua asked Secretary Chen for details: "Is the boxing you mentioned boxing?"

Secretary Chen was taken aback, and replied: "Yes, you like to practice boxing very much, do you want me to contact the owner of the boxing gym to arrange a session?"

Zhuang Baihua quickly waved his hand: "I won't do this boxing anymore, I will switch to Tai Chi in the future."

Secretary Chen: "???"

Zhuang Baihua used to get up early every day and exercise with the elders and aunts in the community. Tai Chi, Tai Chi Sword, etc., practiced well.

Secretary Chen felt more and more that something was wrong with Mr. Zhuang, but his thinking was that Mr. Zhuang was stimulated, and the source should be that night in the clubhouse.

He went to inquire about the situation that night, and after learning the ins and outs, he did one thing.

That day when Zhuang Baihua came to the company, he was thinking about the deal that Luo Zhenduo said as he walked. This was his first deal after time travelling, and it had to be negotiated no matter what.

He cheered himself up as he walked towards the office, but was startled when he reached the door of the office.

He pointed at the person in front of him: "You, why are you here?"

Chi Yue, who was standing outside the president's office, raised her eyelids and looked over lightly, with a half-smile expression on her face, showing no attitude.

Zhuang Baihua grabbed him and led him into the door. The two of them walked into the office, and the door was closed behind them heavily, blocking the eyes of the outside world.

Secretary Chen poked his head out from the side, showing a gratified smile.

He went to the club to inquire, and that night, Mr. Zhuang let Chi Yue go alone, which meant that Chi Yue was special. He caught Chi Yue and gave it to Mr. Zhuang. It might be normal for Mr. Zhuang to be happy.

Looking at it this way, you did the right thing.