Slag Gong lost his memory and ran away as a substitute

The cloudy sky in Yancheng is always accompanied by billowing thick clouds, the sun is hidden in the thick mist, and under the dim light, the sporadic flickering lights are extremely dazzling.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the endless stream of people and cars. It looks bustling, gathering together, gradually separating, and finally rushing to the cross steeple in the distance.

This is the scenery that can only be overlooked from the top floor of Huo's office building, but it is a pity that everyone in the indoor meeting has no time to appreciate it.

Today's agenda is not much, mainly focused on the technology development of Ruiou chip and the connection between government and business in Nancheng, and the rest is a few mergers and acquisitions.

The southern city is a hard bone. For the Huo family, it should be regarded as regaining lost ground rather than expanding its territory.The original power was all in the hands of Uncle Huo Cheng, but now it is being taken back step by step, and entertainment, catering and tourism are blooming everywhere.

After basically agreeing on the details, if there are no other objections, the teabreak time could have been advanced, but the problem is—President Huo Da didn't say anything!

The bosses of several departments looked at each other a few times, pointing at me and pointing at you, no one dared to move first, and dared not speak casually, the whole person seemed to be sitting on the tip of a needle.

After all, Sheng Yuchuan was bolder than them, so he quietly raised his eyes to look at Huo Cheng, his eyes shifted from the man's bloodshot eyes to his slightly pale complexion, he couldn't help leaning over, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Huo, what are you doing?" Did you become a thief last night?"

"...Probably." Holding a report in his hand, Huo Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth noncommittally.

Isn't that just being a thief?

In the cold wind in the early morning, he could obviously turn around and drive away, but he had to wait for Su Wenyu to enter the community, and after he estimated that it would be enough time to go upstairs and get home, he dared to follow in quietly.Then, he stopped silently under that house and that house.

The surrounding light is very dim, only dim yellow street lamps.

Huo Cheng raised his head like this, staring at the window for an unknown amount of time, until his eyes became sore, until the light inside was completely extinguished, but he still stood downstairs and refused to leave.

He didn't even know why he did it like an idiot.

When Sheng Yuchuan heard this, his eyes widened instantly, and before he had time to ask in detail, he was scared away by his friend's gloomy expression at this time, and he didn't dare to speak.

At this moment, Special Assistant Jiang arrived.

In an instant, the chief financial officer who didn't dare to say anything, the director of the public relations department who was as quiet as a quail, and the manager of the technical department who had been picking his hands for more than ten minutes, all paid attention to him in unison.

There is no other reason. During this period of time, Special Assistant Jiang has become a well-known fire extinguisher and pressure reducer in the company. Everyone knows that as long as he comes, the gloomy pressure on Mr. Huo's body will be slightly relieved.

The elite man holding the document in his hand was so stared at that his scalp was numb and he almost staggered.

"Boss Huo." He whispered, as if it was a warning signal.

Sure enough, Huo Cheng's complexion immediately improved, and he turned sideways and said in a low voice, "Come here first today."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and even Sheng Yuchuan hurriedly left, and soon there were only two people left in the spacious office.

"Mr. Huo, Mr. Su's oil paintings are expected to be publicly bid for this season's exhibition at Linde Auction House on the 20th." Special Assistant Jiang said softly.

Huo Cheng was flipping through the documents at hand while listening to him. Hearing this, his brows frowned slightly, and his movements paused for a while, as if he didn't hear clearly, he confirmed again: "What auction house?"

The precious collections he has auctioned over the years are countless, but the auction houses he has dealt with are all extremely prestigious auction houses, none of which have two or three hundred years of accumulation, and their offices and representative offices are all over the world. Naturally, I have never heard of this one. .

So Jiang Tezhu understood his meaning in seconds, and immediately explained dutifully: "Although Linde Auction House has a relatively short history, it has a good reputation and is a leader among emerging auction houses in recent years."

After all, Su Wenyu is still a little-known young painter, and the competition in large auction houses is too fierce, so it is basically impossible to apply for a quota right now.

And this kind of small auction house is suitable for accumulating some prestige in a short period of time. Once you meet a discerning collector, after several rounds of bidding, it will be a great opportunity to promote your popularity and increase your value!

Huo Cheng nodded, showing his understanding, raised his hand and said, "Give me the schedule for that day."

"Yes."

As the boss, Huo Cheng doesn't squeeze his employees very much. What he does most often is squeeze himself. His schedule is actually fuller than that of ordinary company executives, and he doesn't even have much break time, especially during special periods.

"Compress this light business meeting to less than two hours, and then—" He pursed his thin lips slightly, swiped the schedule twice, and said, "Move the negotiation of this project to the morning, and change the dates for other pending matters."

"Understood." Special Assistant Jiang was well-trained, and he agreed without even stuttering.

Huo Cheng's expression was slightly relaxed, and his tense shoulders seemed to finally relax a little.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Su Wenyu's ability, but he just feels prepared. After all, there are accidents in everything, and this is the first time that Su Wenyu's work has officially entered the auction market.

He hopes to ensure that he can have the best and brightest beginning, and he also hopes to witness such a commemorative moment with his own eyes, even though... even though Su Wenyu is no longer willing to share it with him.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Tezhu glanced at the man in front of him. For some reason, he always felt that his eyes were not as sharp as usual, but instead seemed a little dim and dazed.

"By the way, Mr. Huo, there is one more thing. Mr. Su went to the cemetery on Shenghua Road today."

Huo Cheng was slightly taken aback.

After a while, a strange color suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly asked: "When?"

"It should still be there now."

"Prepare the car." The tone is unquestionably firm.

Assistant Jiang made arrangements immediately, and the pure black business Bentley galloped all the way, and soon arrived at the gate of the cemetery.

The sky, which had been gloomy since the morning, became even more gloomy at this time, covered with dark clouds, and it didn't take long for the big raindrops to fall unexpectedly.

After the car stopped, Special Assistant Jiang took a black umbrella and subconsciously wanted to open the door for Huo Cheng, but he stopped him.

The man opened his mouth, but his usually magnetic voice seemed particularly difficult at the moment, "Does he come here often?"

This "he" obviously refers to Su Wenyu.

"Yes." Special Assistant Jiang nodded, "The frequency is very fixed."

The air fell silent again.

After a long time, he didn't wait for the man's next words, nor did he see any movement, so he couldn't help asking again: "Aren't you... going in?"

Huo Cheng's expression froze, and he quickly shook his head.

This place is the resting place of Su Wenyu's grandmother, and he didn't come here with the idea of ​​seeing each other immediately, nor did he think of disturbing Su Wenyu at this time.

"How long has he been in there?"

"Nearly two hours."

so long.

Huo Cheng couldn't help thinking, what kind of flowers would he send?I can't guess, but it must be very beautiful and unique.

What else would you say?Probably because of the achievements in career, after all, there have been too many things that my family members can be proud of recently.

Su Wenyu was originally a person who liked to share, and he should be able to say more to his closest grandma.

There will be that kind of relaxed and satisfied smile on his face, and maybe he will act like a baby.

Huo Cheng was in a daze for a moment, as if he really saw that gentle smiling face.

But it's strange, in the imagination, Su Wenyu was obviously smiling, but Huo Cheng didn't know why, but felt very sad.

His chest seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't breathe no matter what.

He always hated his own circumstances from childhood to adulthood, and was always brooding because he didn't get any love, and even always took this as the reason why he didn't know how to love and couldn't love others.

But he almost forgot that Su Wenyu got very little.

Bad parents who never fulfilled their responsibilities, poor and difficult living conditions, and a grandmother who died early.

In fact, Su Wenyu only got a little love, but in those three years, or even those six years, he still gave love persistently, without a single complaint.

They were two completely different people.

作者有话要说：感谢在2022-01-2401:45:12~2022-01-2501:53:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 insignificant and lonely;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Beixunzhi; 3 bottles of fried chicken, ginger candy amber, and ignoring; 74 bottle of Yuyi, Shuwei Shuwei, 1 Qian, and Lin Yizhan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!