C442 That We've Changed for More than a Dozen Centuries
C442 That We've Changed for More than a Dozen Centuries
Liu Mingyu was not at the company at the moment, so Yang Chen had no reason to stay at Yu Lei Headquarters. Since Christine had arrived, then the activation of the Yu Lei Star should have started as well. Yang Chen suspected that Christine did not tell Zhao Teng and Wang Jie that she had arrived early to Hua Xia. In order to prevent the woman who could not keep her mouth open from throwing out more bombs. Yang Chen felt that it would be better to let her get back to work earlier.
Thus, Yang Chen called Zhao Teng directly and asked if he and Wang Jie were in the company.
His two diligent subordinates didn't let him down, they were busy working in the company. Even though the challenged Yulei International and branch company Yu Lei Entertainment didn't have much work to do, they still did what was within their capabilities.
"Christine is already in Zhong Hai, do you guys know?" Yang Chen asked.
Zhao Teng, who was on the other end of the phone, couldn't help but yell out in surprise, "Director, really?"
"Why would I lie to you?" Yang Chen cursed in his heart, that crazy woman was indeed playing with Weibo, and said: "I'm going to the company now to confirm the Yu Lei Star's activation. Once Yu Lei's crisis is over, it will immediately begin."
"Director, this is good, but Director, are we really going to make it through this time?" On the other side, Zhao Teng clearly felt that Yu Lei's chances of winning weren't high.
Yang Chen said impatiently, "What are you talking about, is that a problem? Don't tell me you want to go through with it? "
"No, no, no …" Zhao Teng smiled apologetically and said, "Then I'll call Wang Jie over to discuss it with us. Director, where is Miss Christine?"
Yang Chen said in his heart, "How would I know?" "When the time comes, I will naturally come out. I will go right now."
After hanging up, ten minutes later, Yang Chen came to his office. Zhao Teng and Wang Jie were already excitedly discussing something. Even though they were in a crisis, Christine's arrival seemed to be a stimulant.
"Director, you're here." Wang Jie said with a smile, "I was discussing with Vice President Zhao. Since Miss Christine is here, shouldn't we immediately release the news and ask Miss Christine to talk about the arrangements for the promotional site?"
Of course Yang Chen was happy. As long as he didn't let Christine hang around him, that would be enough. He turned on his computer without any hesitation, logged into a video phone app, and dialed Christine's number.
Because he didn't use a mobile phone in the past, most of the ways Yang Chen could contact him would be with a computer.
Christine's phone was able to support the video call. After the call was connected, the video display showed the background of a cruise ship and the lake.
Christine wore large sunglasses and a wide-brimmed lady's hat. She was leisurely sipping some unknown coffee or green tea.
There was no one by her side. It was obvious that she had taken care of the ship.
Even though the majority of his face was covered by a hat and glasses, Zhao Teng and Wang Jie still recognized that this was their long-awaited Heavenly Queen, and their eyes couldn't help but light up.
"I remember inviting you to China to work, where did you run off to?" Yang Chen spoke in Portuguese. It was all to make sure Zhao Teng and Wang Jie didn't understand.
Sure enough, Zhao Teng and Wang Jie looked at Yang Chen in puzzlement. They didn't know why the director would suddenly say such strange things.
Christine seemed to get used to Yang Chen speaking in his own small tongue and said in Portuguese, "Dear Yang, don't you think it's rude to treat your friends like this? Other than using my fame, can't you let me stay in China for a few days? "I missed you a lot before I came here."
"What do you have not played with in this world before? Also, I don't know if you want to play me or not, but I know that the moment you came, you gave me trouble because you couldn't control your own mouth. Right now, my wife is at loggerheads with me." Yang Chen poured some of his resentment onto Christine. Undeniably, this would make his heart more comfortable.
Christine, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind. She chuckled and said, "Really? You know it too. I've been having this problem for more than ten centuries, but it seems to fail every time."
"Dammit, I don't care how many centuries you've changed, but you have to change for me in this life! My subordinates want to talk to you about your next activities in China. You will immediately bring your team over to me and since I am already tired of it, can't you just help me out a little? " Yang Chen said dejectedly.
Christine curled her lips and said, "Alright, but let your subordinates wait until tomorrow morning. My team is still on the plane. We'll need to rest for the night before we arrive."
At the end of the conversation, Yang Chen turned off the video. In Chinese, he explained the details of Christine to Zhao Teng and Wang Jie.
Although Zhao and Wang were curious why Yang Chen suddenly used a foreign language to talk, they didn't dare to ask too much. After all, that was their superior's privacy, they only needed to know that it was a foregone conclusion.
Dealing with the troublesome Christine. Yang Chen looked at the time. It was almost four in the afternoon. Thinking that it was time for Hui Lin, that desperate girl, to go home, he walked to the recording studio on the lower floor and intended to bring Hui Lin home.
Unexpectedly, just as he arrived at the recording studio's door, he saw an unexpected figure walking out.
Senior Nun Yun Miao, who was wearing a noble spring dress and a silk scarf, with her hair tied in a bun, actually appeared in front of him as if she was not wearing a robe.
Senior Nun Yun Miao's cultivation base was extraordinary, and she was dressed like a rich lady from a high-end department store.
"What, you're surprised to see me?" Senior Nun Yun Miao, on the other hand, wasn't embarrassed and asked Yang Chen frankly.
Yang Chen waved his hand, "Not really. I'm just surprised that senior nun has such a fashionable daoist robe."
"Hmph, boy, don't be ridiculous, my husband is no longer here. As the mistress of Lin Family, I will naturally take off my daoist robe and return to the vulgar to take charge of the situation. You don't have to mock me for dressing up." Senior Nun Yun Miao explained the matter of Lin Zhiguo being taken away very naturally. She wasn't too sad. After all, she was a woman who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. The things she could bear were far more than she could imagine.
Senior Nun Yun Miaoang sighed in his heart. Senior Nun Yun Miao did this because she clearly had very deep feelings for Lin Zhiguo. Otherwise, how could she care about the rise and fall of Lin Family?
Since he was so concerned about it, why did he have to bicker with Lin Zhiguo at the beginning?
Senior Nun Yun Miao said coldly, "I came here today to discuss something with my darling granddaughter. You don't need to think too much about it. Not much. Since we met each other, let me remind you as well, you shouldn't forget to promise us your Chinese Iron Brigade. "
Yang Chen wondered, "What's the matter?"
"You really have forgotten," Senior Nun Yun Miao said unhappily. "You promised to help us train a new batch of people."
Yang Chen slapped his forehead and said with a smile, "This is what I promised your husband. He's not here anymore, so why would I do that?"
"Why not? Although I find you unpleasing to the eye, but it cannot be denied that you are the best trainer, we will not give up on this opportunity." Senior Nun Yun Miao said, "The newly appointed general will meet with you in the middle of the year. At that time, those newbies will also be brought to Zhong Hai's secret training base, I hope you can fulfill your promise. These six months, our losses in Chinese Iron Brigade are too great. We need fresh blood that is strong enough. "
"With that 'primordial' thing here, I don't think you need to be so nervous." Yang Chen shrugged with a smile.
"If we have to make love to the elders of 'Hongmeng', how will the young people of China continue to improve? Deaths and injuries are inevitable, but as long as there are survivors, we will not lose," Senior Nun Yun Miao said.
Yang Chen was only joking around. Since he agreed to it, he would naturally carry it out.
After Senior Nun Yun Miao left, Yang Chen entered the recording studio and found that Hui Lin wasn't practicing her singing. She was just sitting there absent-mindedly, thinking of something.
Seeing Yang Chen, Hui Lin ran up to him and asked, "Brother Yang, Nanny Wang called just now to tell me to be careful. She said there were bad guys attacking us, what's the situation now?"
Yang Chen smiled and said, "Why don't you go home and have a look if you're worried? You don't have to be afraid of those people with your martial arts skills."
"I was just about to go back, but it just so happened that Grandmother came." Hui Lin brought up Yun Miao with a hint of confusion in her eyes. "Grandmother said there's no need to worry. Nothing will happen as long as you're here." I also feel that Brother Yang is here, he will definitely be fine. "
"Then what are you daydreaming about? What did your granny tell you?" Yang Chen was curious why Yun Miao suddenly came to find Hui Lin. It couldn't be that she was trying to force Hui Lin to do something to him, right? He had experienced that old Daoist nun's ability to "string strings".
Hui Lin pursed her lips, "Grandma said that it's not good to sing, and she said that she wanted me to return to Yanjing to learn how to manage it, and slowly inherit the Lin Family …"
Yang Chen didn't expect it to be this. He thought for a moment and asked: "What do you think?"
"I... I feel that I am not suitable to be the Patriarch of Lin Family. "Hui Lin lowered her head, feeling wronged, and said softly," I told Grandmother that Big Sister is actually more suitable to be a leader than me, but Grandmother is very angry. She said that I don't know what's good for me, and didn't have the heart to advance … "
Yang Chen smiled bitterly, Hui Lin actually still wanted Lin Ruoxi to manage the Lin Family. The former Lin Ruoxi would never have agreed, and now, Lin Ruoxi wouldn't even have such a thought.
"Then what do you want to do?" Yang Chen asked.
Hui Lin's face was a little stubborn, "I'll tell Grandma, I want to participate in this competition. If I lose, I will return to Yanjing, or else, I will definitely continue singing."
Yang Chen naturally patted Hui Lin's head and said, "Even if you lose, if you don't want to become the Patriarch of Lin Family, your granny wouldn't dare to do anything to you. At worst, I'll help you block it."
Hui Lin turned pale, "Brother Yang, you want to hit my grandma?"
"Silly girl." Yang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "If your grandmother didn't hit me, why would I hit her? Besides, what can she do to me?"
Hui Lin let out a sigh of relief, but she suddenly realized Yang Chen's hand had touched her head. She blushed and rebuked, "Brother Yang, you can't touch me like this ever again …"
Unexpectedly, just as he said that, a rough yet vulgar voice came from outside the door, "Haha, Brother-in-law, is this also your little lover? Where did you touch her? "
Yang Chen and Hui Lin turned around at the same time and saw him wearing a hip-hop outfit and dazzling sunglasses. Tang Jue, whose low-cut shirt revealed a large amount of hair on his chest, swaggered in. He looked like the tyrant on the streets of the old society.
Yang Chen felt a headache coming on. Where did this guy come from!?