Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Secretary Zheng walked into the office, looked at the clothes displayed in Assistant Chen's hand in surprise, suppressed strong doubts and calmly reported to work.

"Chen Ming has gotten very close to TC during this time, and plans to sell all the shares in his hand to TC through a block transaction."

Assistant Fang couldn't help but be surprised when he heard the news that Chen Ming was going to sell his shares. Chen Ming had been in He's for half his life and insisted on not retiring at all ages. He didn't expect to quit so easily.

In his opinion, Chen Ming was exhausted after the Thailand development project. Secretary Zheng was more stable than Assistant Fang, and he was afraid that Chen Ming would make some moves.

The third party in the Thailand development project was TC, and He Shanting sat and watched the two parties being tricked by the Bai family. It is impossible for this group to have no complaints, and the acquisition of shares may be a signal.

Secretary Zheng's eyes were full of worry, and He Shanting's tone didn't take Chen Ming to heart at all, as if he had expected it.

"Has the report been submitted to the board of directors?"

"Chen Ming called."

Executives need to report to the company within two trading days to reduce their shareholding. There is no need to make a special phone call to inform them. This move is not lacking in bravado.

"Call me."

He Shanting smiled instead.

This smile made Assistant Fang's heart pound. Every time his boss laughed, there was nothing good to happen, so he couldn't help but sweat for Chen Ming.

Secretary Zheng dialed Chen Ming's phone number and handed it over respectfully. He Shanting answered the phone and asked straightforwardly, "Are you too busy these two days?"

"Free? Of course I'm free after leaving the board of directors." Chen Ming leaned on the old man on the phone, "What can I do if someone kills the donkey? I always want to make a living when I'm idle at home."

He Shanting narrowed his eyes and said considerately: "Always take care of your son while making a living, don't go to the prison right after leaving the new house."

"cell?"

"Illegally possessing forty grams of heroin." He Shanting tapped his hand on the desk lightly, "The police should have arrived by this time."

Chen Ming panicked in the presence of the old god. He knew that his son was worthless and was hanging out with women every day, but he only had such a precious son, and no matter how worthless he was, he was still his son.

He didn't expect that his son would have the guts to touch drugs, if no one was watching, he could spend money to deal with it, but he knew that He Shanting would not give him this chance.

"What do you mean by me, don't attack my son." Chen Ming begged for mercy, "I really have no other intentions in selling the shares, and the other party is just optimistic about the development of He's."

He Shanting raised an eyebrow when he heard the last sentence: "I wanted to tell you that you are too busy to disturb me, you should have a good rest after hard work."

Assistant Fang next to him almost choked out. This person is really good at choking people. If it wasn't for the surname He, it would be difficult to live safely to this day.

He couldn't help but looked towards Secretary Zheng, the other party's eyes were also full of astonishment, the two of them hadn't heard the news of this matter at all, the He family was too intertwined, and all he could touch was the superficial matter.

He thought that Chen Ming would be able to calm down for a few days after his son was arrested, but he didn't expect Chen Ming to come to the company in the afternoon and stand outside He Shanting's office.

Assistant Fang walked over and persuaded helplessly: "You are so old, sit down first, Mr. He is still working."

What he didn't say in his heart was that if that person changed his mind so easily, he wouldn't be named He. The strength of this family is engraved in his blood.

Apparently Chen Ming also understood this truth, he took advantage of his age to break into the office: "How can my son touch heroin when he's so good? You're revenge!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards came, and He Shanting bowed his head to approve the documents, turning a blind eye to him.

"Drag out."

"Who dares to drag me?" Chen Ming stared at He Shanting desperately, "You were not born when I worked hard for the He family."

The man in the seat didn't lift his head to agree.

"Then carry it out."

Chen Ming, who was carried out of the office by the guards, scolded angrily: "You ungrateful bastard, you deserve to die in the Southwest!"

The air suddenly became cold, and Assistant Fang thought that Chen Ming was so crazy that he dared to say anything. He really thought that his precious son had a long life. The poor bride was married and the groom was imprisoned within a few days.

"Anything is considered a treasure."

He Shanting lowered his long eyelashes, he knew that Chen Ming was not crazy, but he was afraid that it would be better to tear his face openly than to use tricks in private, and that any problems would be blamed on him.

Assistant Fang felt the indifference contained in his boss's tone and dared not speak, and only dared to recall what Chen Ming said when he walked out of the office.

He always thought that He Shanting lived abroad in the past, but he never thought that he had been to the southwest of Huaguo. His impression of the southwest was only that Song Zui came from the southwest where the mountains were everywhere.

Song Zui changed his mobile phone to class in the afternoon, and Wu Zhen, who was seated next to him, asked in surprise, "Did you really change your mobile phone?"

It was not an ordinary mobile phone, but he recognized that it was the latest model of Aurora, and overseas scalpers couldn't get it.

"Ah."

Song Zui hummed softly, he never thought that the other party would sell clothes to buy a mobile phone for him, and he didn't know if A Ting sold at a loss.

This understatement made Wu Zhen realize that he might be the poorest one in the dormitory. The poverty of a young man is Schrödinger's poverty.

After class in the afternoon, Song Zui left the school and walked to the unit building. When he walked outside the door, it was quiet and he couldn't hear anything.

It turned out that the other party was really not here today, so he opened the door with a key.

He froze when he opened the door.

The man stood by the door as if waiting for him to come back. He was no longer wearing a well-crafted suit, but only an ordinary shirt with threads at the neckline. It was a tattered Ating.

He looked at the shirt and didn't speak. The next second, he was hugged into his arms, and his head was resting on the other's cotton clothes, which smelled like disinfectant.

Because of the huge difference in height between the two, he was completely enveloped in the man's arms, and he needed to hug the other's back to raise his head.

Song Zui noticed that A Ting was not very happy, and there was a gloomy atmosphere all over his body. It was because the baby's clothes were gone, so he endured it and didn't push it away.

He boldly patted Song Tiantian on the back as if coaxing Song Tiantian: "If you win the prize in the competition, I will buy your clothes back."

He Shanting, who was silent at first, smiled, put his chin on the boy's shoulder, and said something softly with his eyes closed.

"Okay."

When Song Zui heard this sentence, he felt as if he was being scratched by a cat's paw, so that when the other party let him go, he still stood there.

It seemed that the touch of the man's back still remained in his hands, and the hard latissimus dorsi felt uncomfortable to the touch. A thought suddenly came to him, it would be great if he could touch his head.

He made up his mind to win the special prize in the competition, and he was working on the questions after writing the thesis, and the first test was scheduled for Sunday morning.

The venue was set at the Shanghai Grammar College. He and Wu Zhen went to the exam by car. The elimination rate in the initial exam was less than 60.00%. Everyone was not nervous at first.

But there were students from other schools talking about it in the car: "I participated in this competition last year. God, you don't know how difficult the questions are. I cried directly in the examination room."

It was the first time Song Zui heard that someone could still cry during the exam, and the relief on the faces of several students disappeared, turning into serious anxiety, and they didn't know that the other party was just a student of an ordinary school.

After getting out of the car, Hou Quan couldn't help worrying about gains and losses: "We won't even fail the initial test, right?"

Wu Zhen's registration for the competition was purely luck, and he was very indifferent about winning the prize. Under the influence of Hou Quan, he also became nervous: "That's too embarrassing for the Physics Department of Shanghai University."

"It's all coming."

Song Zui got out of the car and walked towards the examination room. Because he was familiar with the teaching building of the School of Grammar, he found his examination room without much effort.

The invigilator let him in after checking his ID. His test seat was next to the window full of ivy.

Not all the people in the examination room came, and one-third of the people gave up the exam. The exam room was extremely quiet. When the exam bell rang, the invigilator began to distribute the test papers.

Song Zui took the test paper and scanned it first. The unproved questions are basically calculation questions, so the difficulty should not be too great.

But when he remembered the conversation of the people in the car, he still didn't take it lightly. He looked at the stem of the question every word, and after reading it, he found that it was really simple.

He opened the cap of his pen and calculated on paper, and finished it in less than an hour. He was not allowed to hand in the papers in advance for the first test. His problem was not that the questions were too difficult, but how to spend the rest of the time.

Song Zui simply proved the formula in the question, proving that the exam is not over yet, so he can only lie down on the table to rest.

When the bell rang for the end of the exam, the boy stretched, and finally he didn't have to sit on the chair.

Not long after he walked out of the examination room, he met Wu Zhen and Hou Quan. They looked at the crowd at the gate and asked, "Shall we leave later?"

"Go through the back door."

Song Zuiqing changed direction, Wu Zhen followed behind and asked curiously, "Have you ever been to Grammar School before?"

"Someone I know is studying here." He said indifferently, "Because he is a scumbag, I used to help him with his homework in class."

"Neither go to class nor hand in homework." Hou Quan pushed his glasses with thick bottle caps, "That's really a pure scumbag."

Xu Ning, who was walking behind them, suddenly sneezed, wondering if someone was speaking ill of him behind his back.

The friends nearby jokingly asked: "Why do you think of taking part in the physics competition? You didn't pass any of your professional courses, right?"

Xu Ning sighed inwardly, Bai Wenqiu always felt that he was not good at playing games at home, he wanted to prove himself through competitions, but only after he went to the examination room did he realize that he was a fool.

"This competition topic is not made by humans at all." He poured out bitterness on his classmates, "I didn't even understand the topic. Do you understand what is written in the fifth question?"

"I'm as good as you."

While the two were hugging their heads to keep warm, there was some regretful discussion in front of them, which happened to be this physics competition.

"The difficulty of the first test is too low. I almost froze when I got the test paper. I raised my hand and asked the invigilator if he sent the wrong test paper."

"It's too simple to enjoy, how do you feel?"

"It's not very comfortable to sleep on the table after finishing it in half an hour."

Xu Ning and his friend looked at each other, and listened to whether this was what someone said, especially what the last person said.

"Surely the group of the favored ones from Shanghai University haven't escaped." The friend took a deep breath, "They like Seth the most after the exam, and our Grammar School is much more humble."

Xu Ning suddenly felt that the boy in front of him looked familiar, with 1.7 meters of curly hair, he couldn't help asking, "Do you think that is Song Zui?"

"how is this possible."

Friends did not hesitate to refute his idea.

Although Xu Ning also felt that it was impossible, how could Song Zui get mixed up with the students of Shanghai University, but the more he looked at the little curly hair in front, the more he felt it, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

The boy keenly noticed that someone was following him, stopped and turned around.

When Xu Ning saw Song Zui who had really lost contact with him, the boy's eyes, which he hadn't seen for a long time, seemed to have changed. They used to be dull and lifeless, but now there are sharp arcs at the end of his eyes, and the dark pupils have a sharp meaning.

Obviously nothing has changed but it seems to be a different person. He attributed it to the fact that the breakup was too much of a blow. This reunion made him feel pleasantly surprised and ashamed.

When Xu Ning was about to ask Song Zui if he was doing well, the boy pointed at him and said with a blank expression, "He is the scumbag I was talking about."

The author has something to say: Xu Ning: Autistic!