Thousands suspect fake young master after rebirth

When Xie Yao entered the meeting room, Song Xunnan was alone behind him.

He stood by the window with his hands on the edge of the balcony. He didn't know what he was looking at. Half of his face was sunk in the shadow, while the other half was bathed in sunlight.

Maybe it was a little hot, or maybe it was irritability, his tie was torn off a little, and his shirt was unbuttoned.

Xie Yao looked at him and always felt that the other party seemed to be frozen there.But I also feel that he is like a mountain, standing silently in place, which can bring hope to people and shelter from wind and rain at the same time.

She could hardly recognize that this was her friend of the same class, the other party had grown up too fast and had already far surpassed them.

Sometimes, when Xie Yao looked at Song Xunnan sitting in the office, he almost forgot the school days when he and Wen Jinran were laughing and playing with each other.Only in the very occasional free time, Song Xunnan's smile will have a relaxed look that he has not seen in the past.

"Are you here? It's so early." Sensing someone behind him, Song Xunnan turned around and raised his eyebrows when he saw Xie Yao.

Xie Yao walked to her seat: "Anyway, sitting in the office is uneasy, why not sit next to you."

Song Xunnan sat at the front, fastened his tie, and joked, "Why, can I make you feel at ease?"

"Who says it's not." Xie Yao sighed.

She sometimes feels that it is too cruel for everyone to put all their hopes on a young man in his early 20s, and it will bend the other's back.

But sometimes I can't help but rely on each other and trust each other.

Does this mean that with great power comes great responsibility?

Xie Yao thought so.

The meeting room was silent for a moment.

Song Xunnan smiled and broke the deadlock: "Don't think about it, there is always a solution to things, and it can't be worse than when we started from scratch, don't you still have a manager in front of you now?"

Xie Yao felt a lot relieved when he said this: "Then you'd better let me continue as a commander. I don't want to become a bare-bones commander."

"Well, speaking of this," Song Xunnan mused, "No matter how I think about it, you guys can command me around. I'm not afraid of being a polished commander."

"Song Xunnan, you want to squeeze the labor force, don't you!" Xie Yao shook his fist at him, Song Xunnan smiled and said he didn't dare.

After everyone came in, they found that the atmosphere in the meeting room was not as tense and heavy as I imagined, but rather relaxed.

Seeing Song Xunnan who was sitting in front talking and laughing, their hearts suddenly lightened.

Even though the other party's age is not convincing, after getting along for so long, they are 100% convinced of Song Xunnan.

As long as he's still sitting there laughing, they won't panic.

ten o'clock.

Song Xunnan raised his hand and looked at his watch.

"The purpose of calling everyone here is very clear. First, to verify whether the initial incident is true. Second, to solve the public's crisis of trust in us."

"I only have one request for you today. No one is allowed to discuss the content of today's meeting outside this meeting room."

Song Xunnan sat in the first place, and spoke the theme of the meeting very calmly and clearly, without evasion or evasion, and went straight to the point.

"If you have anything to say below, you can make bold suggestions."

Everyone fell silent.

Before they came, their minds were in a mess, and they were suddenly caught off guard, and they hadn't organized their thoughts yet.

"President Song, I have a proposal."

The one who spoke turned out to be Li Kewen, who usually has the lowest sense of presence. He pushed his glasses and said, "No matter whether the initial incident is true or not, everything happened too fast, as if someone was behind the scenes. To start, there are also listed companies that have recently competed with us.”

Song Xunnan nodded: "Is there any more?"

"President Song, we can do a system test again..."

"President Song, the PR department should issue a statement as soon as possible, and it would be best to hold a press conference..."

"I object. Now we don't know the truth of the matter. Whether we take the pot rashly or shirk responsibility, it will give the public a bad impression."

"I do think..."

Listening to the discussion with them, Song Xunnan neither expressed objection nor approval, but asked the secretary to take minutes of the meeting, and at the same time write down the names of those who had a clear mind and effective suggestions.

……

The meeting lasted too long, and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon when it ended.

Everyone didn't have lunch, and they didn't even think about having lunch. Their minds were full of how to get through this difficult time. Even the two people who were most disliked on weekdays shook hands and made peace at this moment because of their unanimity.

After being told that the meeting was over, everyone even kept discussing with each other, hoping that they could contribute a little bit.

But after they stepped out of the meeting room, they all remained silent, never mentioning what they had said for five hours, and hurried back to their own department to appease their subordinates.

Xie Yao was slow to clean up, and when she left, she found that Song Xunnan was instructing her secretary.

"Remember to send the minutes of the meeting to my computer. Everyone has worked hard today, and I think we will have to work overtime."

The secretary shook his head: "It's nothing to be miserable, I just hope this matter can pass quickly."

She waited for Song Xunnan with a tablet, and found that the other party's tie had been torn off before the meeting, and she was putting her hand on the tie and pulling it down. She couldn't help saying, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"What?" Song Xunnan was taken aback, followed Xie Yao's gaze to look at his hand, and put it down with an "oh", "You know, I don't like wearing suits very much, I always feel that I can't breathe gas."

Xie Yao opened his mouth and closed it again. Seeing Song Xunnan pack up his things and go out with him, he turned his head and asked him, "Are you afraid?"

She didn't seem to need an answer, so she replied to herself first: "I'm a little scared."

Song Xunnan walked side by side with her for a while, didn't say anything, just opened the door and turned to her with a smile when he got to his office: "You know what? Xie Yao, I have a hunch that after passing this level, my company will truly have a soul."

cohesion.

That kind of thing that can't be seen clearly, can't be touched, but can twist people into a rope, he saw it on everyone's face during the meeting today.

"I'm going to be very busy today, Minister Xie, you have to work hard, don't let me really become a poor commander." Song Xunnan said a few words and entered the office.

Xie Yao was speechless, but laughed again, and said in a low voice, "You brought that."

===

Wen Heng didn't go to the hospital for work today, but came to the Institute of Medical Sciences to guide his group of students and stayed all day.

"I used to think that it was a capitalist with a kind heart, but I didn't expect that my vision was narrow, and he had already figured out how to make money." The male student said this with a look of disdain, "Honestly, he should be hanged. On the streetlight."

"You can't say that. I think he looks pretty good. He doesn't look like the kind of person who does anything for money." Someone retorted hesitantly.

"You've taken a fancy to someone's face!" The male student became emotional, "You know people, you know their faces, but you don't know their hearts. He has a blood-sucking leech under his skin, bah!"

"It's really cold-blooded to make money from patients."

"Not only is it cold-blooded, but this kind of person has no conscience in his bones!"

"When will he go bankrupt? I'll throw rotten eggs at the door hahahahahaha."

Perhaps thinking of that picture, the male student laughed.

The person who was hesitant to refute just now saw behind him, and his face instantly turned pale: "Wen, Professor Wen."

Everyone shut up abruptly, the joyful expression just now froze on their faces, it could be funny.

Wen Heng stood behind them, and he didn't know how long he had been listening.

"Professor Wen..."

Everyone stood up and shouted.

At first Wen Heng just told them not to talk behind others' backs, but when he saw how scared everyone was, he figured out something was wrong.

"What are you talking about?"

Everyone falters.

"Don't tell?" Wen Heng glanced at them, and said to the first student who called him, "You say it."

The male student hurriedly stopped: "Professor, we're actually just—" joking.

He looked into Wen Heng's cold eyes at what he hadn't finished, and suddenly stopped talking, not daring to say any more, and a cold sweat broke out behind his back.

It suddenly occurred to him that Wen Heng hated others wanton evaluation of others in private.

Especially this other person, Wen Heng still knows...

However, the two have only worked together once, so they may not be that familiar.

The male student swallowed his saliva, at best he was a small punishment and a big punishment.

At this time, the student had already told Wen Heng everything, including the malicious jokes about Song Xunnan and his company on the Internet.

Wen Heng was silent for a moment.

Time passed by in his silence.

The originally dull atmosphere seemed to be frozen now, even the air was still.

The male student raised his head carefully, and unexpectedly saw Wen Heng looking at him, maybe because of the angle, he felt that Professor Wen's cold and deep black eyes were now darker, like ink.

Finally, Wen Heng spoke.

"You don't fit in my group," he said.

"Wh-what?!" The male student was so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked, "Professor Wen, you want to..."

He couldn't go on.

Wen Heng said to the student assistant: "Transfer him to another group."

"No! No way!" The male student came back to his senses and wanted to pull Wenheng's sleeve, but he didn't dare to touch it halfway through the movement. Change group, really, please."

No one knows better than him what it means to be kicked out of the group.

Belittled, suspected of ability problems, marginalized, and gradually no longer received attention.

He has let another person go through all this, and he doesn't want to go through it again.

Wen Heng didn't look at him at all: "I'll finish the formalities today."

Everyone dared not show their anger, and the assistant quickly nodded in response.

Everyone knew that Wen Heng was angry.

"As for you..." Wen Heng glanced at those students who were exceptionally outstanding just now, and all the students he saw turned pale and shrank their necks, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on Shujihantian.

Cool from head to toe.

I'm afraid that Wen Heng will also say "I won't come tomorrow".

"Criticize others behind their backs or even insult them, what kind of punishment should they receive?" He paused, and added the next sentence amidst everyone's trepidation, "Don't let me hear it a second time."

"Yes, Professor Wen."

"I'm sorry professor."

Wen Heng ignored them, got out of the medical academy, sat in the car, and took out his cell phone.

Song Xunnan's chat history stopped yesterday, and there has been no news today.

Wen Heng tried to send a message, but the message fell into the sea.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon. Song Xunnan used to stop at this time to rest and have dinner no matter how busy he was. He would definitely see the news.

But not now.

Wen Heng put the phone on the co-pilot, pursed her thin lips, and became irritable for no reason.

When it was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, Song Xunnan finally sent a message.

[N. : I was too busy today, so I didn't pay attention to the news. 】

Wen Heng asked where Song Xunnan was, but the other party didn't reply again.

He frowned, looking out at the moonlit night from the floor-to-ceiling windows of his home.

The temperature has dropped in the past few days, the wind is blowing hard outside, and the coat can't resist the chill.

Are you still in the company?

The phone rang, Wen Heng picked it up and took a look, but it wasn't Song Xunnan's reply, but a girl named Xie Yao came to add him as a friend, and the note was Song Xunnan's friend.

As soon as the other party added him, he hurriedly typed "Hello" and then went straight to the topic.

[Xie Yao: Mr. Wen, I’m bothering you so late. You should know what happened to Xiao Nan today. He will go home after nine o’clock tonight. I’m really worried about his condition. You are his neighbor again. And friend, I would like to ask if it is convenient for you to visit him? 】

Go home after nine o'clock?

Wen Heng stood on the balcony, looking towards the dark place on the right.

The balconies of the two households are not far apart, and he can see a corner of the other's living room from his place.

But the lights in Song Xunnan's house were not on all night, and there was no one at all.

Xie Yao held the mobile phone in his hand, looking at the WeChat account received from Wen Jinran, hoping that the doctor would be more helpful.

She is a girl after all, Song Xunnan has some things to say to her, and Wen Jinran is weak. Others probably have no time to adjust their mood. After all, the one who can help Song Xunnan now is Wen Heng.

The other party quickly replied: [He is not at home, I will go out to find him. 】

not at home?

Where can that go?

Wen Heng didn't know either.

===

There is a river in city b, which flows southwest and runs across a corner of city b.After the economic development, a viaduct was erected to connect the two sides of the strait.Looking into the distance from the high-rises of Song Xunnan's community, you can see the river running continuously during the day, and the neon lights are bright at night.

On the bridge that used to be full of traffic, there are very few people at this time.

Song Xunnan was on the shore at this time.

He climbed over the guardrail and sat on the ground with his knees bent. His other leg was dangling in mid-air and rested on the sloping cement dam without landing.

He held the finished beer can in his hand, and the aluminum can collapsed with a slight force, and he threw it aside casually.

The smoke at the tip of the left finger was flickering, and the wind seemed to burn out the last flame.

The fishy smell of the river surface mixed with the smell of mud lingers in the nose, and occasionally one or two long and distant sounds of cars can be heard from the bridge.

Song Xunnan took a puff of cigarette, and exhaled a curl of smoke from his thin lips, blurring his overly delicate face.

The wind was a bit strong, and it was a headache.

Song Xunnan looked at the calm water, lost in thought.

He should go back to sleep now, there are still a lot of things waiting for him tomorrow.

But he doesn't want to move.

It was as if his strength had been taken away, so he could only sit here and wait.

What are you waiting for, Song Xunnan himself doesn't know.

Maybe he was just waiting for a fulcrum, allowing himself to stand up again.

Or maybe nothing.

"you are here."

A cold voice came from behind, and then a warm black coat was put on him, mixed with a faint woody fragrance.

"Why don't you go home?"

Song Xunnan looked at Wen Heng's figure standing behind him, as if he didn't expect to see him here.

Wen Heng put the coat on him, and withdrew his hand.

Song Xunnan subconsciously grabbed it, and felt a cold hand.

"How do you...?"

He wants to ask why you are here, you are looking for me, why are your hands so cold.But there were too many questions, and in the end they all swallowed them back, only staring at Wen Heng's eyes and not speaking.

Wen Heng withdrew his hand from him, sat down beside Song Xunnan, and answered the question he hadn't asked.

"Looking for you."

Wen Heng looked for him for over an hour.

In this damn cold weather.

It's 11:[-] pm now.