"Hello."

A deep voice came, and the landlord said: "Mr. Zhan, the house has been taken back."

"Yeah, furniture treatment, redecoration."

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Lianshi put the phone on his desk, took a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking.

The smoke filled the air, blurring his vision and making everything look blurry.

Fu Cheng came in with the documents and saw the smoke-filled person sitting behind the desk. He paused and walked over.

"Mr. Zhan, here are the financial statements for this quarter."

Fu Cheng put the information on his desk.

Turn around and leave.

When he was leaving, Zhan Lianshi stopped him.

"Pay the ride."

Fu Cheng stopped and turned to look at Zhan Lian, "Mr. Zhan."

"How many years have you been with me?"

Fu Cheng was stunned for a moment and said: "I am thirty-three years old this year. I graduated from college at the age of twenty-one. After graduation, I followed you. It has been twelve years now."

Zhan Lianshi narrowed his eyes, "Twelve years..."

When Fu Cheng looked at Zhan Lian, white smoke wrapped around his fingertips, and suddenly many pictures flashed before his eyes.

Mr. Zhan was two years older than him, and he had not yet graduated when Mr. Zhan started the company.

He joined Mr. Zhan's company after graduation, which was lucky.

His mother was hospitalized for illness and was diagnosed with mid-stage gastric cancer. His father was anxious to collect money and accidentally got into a car accident.

Suddenly, the already poor family entered a cold winter.

In order to treat his two elders' illnesses, he went to an entertainment venue to sell alcohol.

But he was never a talkative person, and he was taciturn, so he offended the guests and was beaten.

The job was gone, the money was gone, he felt useless and despaired of all hope.

Just when he was about to kill himself, Mr. Zhan appeared.

He said, are you going to admit defeat?

At that moment, his fate changed.

He worked as Mr. Zhan's assistant for twelve years.

Time flies.

In a flash, he was no longer the useless poor college student he was twelve years ago.

Zhan Lianshi looked at him, "Do you have a woman you like?"

Fu Cheng was startled, then said: "Yes."

After a pause, he said: "It was there when I was in college, but not anymore after that."

Zhan Lianshi looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

Fu Cheng also said, "When I was in college, I liked a school beauty. She was pretty, had a nice smile, was helpful, and was kind. She has always been a goddess in my mind. But then..."

There was a trace of sarcasm on Fu Cheng's lips, "You and I went to Golden Night to discuss cooperation, and she became Golden Night's number one. Then, we slept, and I gave her 100,000, and that's it."

Zhan Lianshi put the cigarette held between his fingertips into his mouth, took a puff, and exhaled a puff of thick white smoke.

His facial features were blurred, and his dark eyes seemed to have changed.

He has become less ruthless than usual.

There's some fireworks.

Fu Cheng's eyes moved, and his expression recovered in an instant.

When he looked at Zhan Lian, his usually rigorous and steady eyes were now full of seriousness.

"Mr. Zhan, people will be confused. When we are confused, we will not be able to see the essence of things clearly, and we will make wrong judgments. But life is a long road, and we have time to make up for it and change it, so as not to regret it for the rest of our lives."

Fu Cheng bowed, turned and left.
Chapter completed!