In the office on the top floor of Jihai, which has made countless people yearn for it, behind a huge mahogany boss's desk, Chen Zhonghai sat on a leather soft chair, expressionlessly fiddling with a snow-white golf ball in his hand.

During the day today, when playing with Mr. Wang, a nationally famous real estate developer from the capital, Chen Zhonghai felt that he had performed very badly.

This is not to say that he has regressed in terms of his skills, but that after losing two goals in a row, he has always been competitive but also very calm, and he almost lost control of his emotions.

This has never happened before.

Is it because the business I want to talk about with Mr. Wang is too big, so I have too much psychological pressure? Or is it because I'm really old, so I'm not as patient as I used to be?

I don't know, Chen Zhonghai just feels that his recent state doesn't seem to be very good.

"Jingsheng, after all, you have been with me for many years, right?"

Chen Zhonghai suddenly asked.

A sturdy young man who had been standing on the side replied: "Yes, Mr. Chen, I have been following you since you first ascended this throne, and I am not a young man." ”

Chen Zhonghai muttered: "Yes, it's been many years... Do you remember exactly how many years? ”

The young man replied very smoothly: "It will be more than eight years, and when the spring of the next year begins, it will be exactly nine years." ”

Chen Zhonghai nodded and said, "Yes, it's really a blink of an eye." ”

Then he said to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "Am I really old?" How is it that this kid can remember things so clearly, but I always feel a little vague? ”

"Mr. Chen? Mr. Chen? Seeing that Chen Zhonghai's thoughts were a little fluctuating, the young man called softly twice.

Chen Zhonghai came back to his senses, laughed at himself and said, "Hehe, it's really a bit of unforgiving energy..."

The young man hurriedly complimented: "Where is this called?" You are now in the prime of life, today you are really tired, in fact, don't talk about you, such a big sun, I can't bear it all day long, hehe, you should indeed exercise systematically again. ”

The young man made a joke that was not light or serious, Chen Zhonghai also laughed, nodded, and said after being stunned for a few seconds: "Jingsheng, you go out for a while, I want to be alone and quiet, the weather today is really hot, which makes me a little upset." ”

The young man hesitated for two or three seconds, and then replied: "Okay, Mr. Chen, I am outside the door, you can call me at any time if you need to." ”

Chen Zhonghai nodded again and did not speak again.

The young man turned around, turned his back to Chen Zhonghai, and walked cautiously towards the office door as if he were on his back.

Open the door, turn around and bow goodbye to Chen Zhonghai, go out, close the door.

A trace of doubt flashed in the young man's eyes, but then he chuckled and shook his head, as if he was laughing at himself, laughing at himself for thinking too much.

In the office, Chen Zhonghai tossed the golf ball.

Throw up in a straight line, fall in a straight line, and catch it easily.

As if he didn't find it too challenging, Chen Zhonghai looked at the wall of his office and threw out the golf ball at an expensive mahogany carving that would be as precious as an heirloom in an ordinary person's home.

With a crisp and pleasant crashing sound, the golf ball flew back to his hand again with an unmistakable number of bounces.

The carving was indeed sturdy, unscathed, leaving no traces.

Chen Zhonghai caught the golf ball, and wanted to laugh, his behavior seemed a little naïve... But it seems to be quite interesting.

Greedy for fun, he raised the golf ball again and looked around for a while, finally locking on to a target farther away.

After silently counting "one, two, three", almost at the same time as the golf ball was about to leave his hand, the golden landline phone on the table suddenly rang.

The sound startled Chen Zhonghai, and the golf ball was thrown off the rails, away from his original target, and flew towards another decoration in the room.

This call caused Chen Zhonghai to become a nameless fire, but when he saw the caller number, he had to suppress his temper, which seemed to be becoming more and more uncontrollable, took a deep breath, picked up the phone, and greeted politely: "Hey? It's Mr. Wang..."

Outside the office, the young man heard the unusual movement in the room, thought about it, turned on his mobile phone, and looked at the video screen in the room.

After seeing the reason for the sound, the young man laughed at himself again, he really thought too much.

Putting away the mobile phone, the young man stood up straight intently, dutifully in front of a qualified bodyguard.

in the room.

Hanging up the phone, Chen Zhonghai's mood finally improved slightly.

Although Mr. Wang said very tactfully on the phone, he could hear it after a long time in the shopping mall, and this cooperation has been secure.

Another sum of money equivalent to an astronomical amount for ordinary people, which is basically already in hand...

In a good mood, Chen Zhonghai looked at the ornament that was smashed by his golf ball, got up, walked leisurely to the front, first picked up the golf ball on the ground, and then picked up a part of the ornament that was smashed down.

This is a beautifully crafted Tang knife, although it is not an antique, it is also very valuable.

This Tang sword, along with two other katana swords that were slightly longer than it, were placed together on a three-tiered knife holder, from top to bottom, in order of size.

The top Tang knife was smashed and fell to the ground, and the other two knives did not fall, but they were also staggering and twisting their own.

The reason why it was crooked was because the knife holder, which no one had touched since it was bought, was smashed by Chen Zhonghai's ball, and one end of the wooden pole, which played the main supporting role, fell off.

It seems that it is the subordinates who are not doing their job effectively. Presumably, it was to enrich his own pockets, so he bought cheap goods, otherwise he would not have been so untouched.

Thinking like this, Chen Zhonghai, who was in a good mood, picked up the wooden pole quite happily and wanted to put it back with his own hands.

In a flash, Chen Zhonghai suddenly found that there seemed to be something in the hole that was originally used to plug in the wooden pole... It looks like the bottom of a small white plastic medicine bottle, the kind of plastic vial that is very common.

Chen Zhonghai looked up at the two cameras in the corner of the office, according to his subordinates, they were installed by his own order, but he never remembered such a thing.

Looking at the red indicator light next to the camera, Chen Zhonghai pretended that he didn't see anything and put the knife holder back on.

After loading the knife holder and returning to his seat, Chen Zhonghai's eyes were gloomy and deep, as if he had thought of something...

Easter Egg Two

At the junction of Yunnan and Guizhou in the southwest, in a smoky mountain.

The morning mist has not yet dissipated, the grass blades on the roadside are still stained with dew, and the fresh oxygen-rich air is mixed with the crisp and pleasant insects and cicadas singing.

On a sheep intestine path that hovers through the mountains, a shabby but clean and tidy fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy is walking alone.

There was a slight fluctuation in the air, and the boy stood still, pursed his lips, and as soon as he raised his hand, a stone flying from behind him was firmly grasped in his hand.

The young man didn't even turn his head, but he waved his arm for half a moon, and with a flick of his wrist, the stone flew back at twice the speed when he came.