This is not the first time Jiang Chengwen has had this idea.

Obviously, over the years, Wu Yunchang's efforts and returns are not proportional to his return. It can be said that without him, there would be no Cao Jiang Media that covers the entire Central China.

Wu Yunchang paused for a moment, shook his head and said, "Mr. Jiang, you can look at me, shareholding or something, forget it."

Jiang Chengwen asked: "Your generation has a lot of rules, but I can understand it, but what would you do if I don't consider these things and force you to give them to you?"

Wu Yunchang fell silent.

In fact, Jiang Chengwen is right.

Their generation always has rules in their hearts. The cities before the 1990s were far from being as peaceful as they are now. In such a society, the word "rules" was deeply engraved into their bones.

That's a world of martial arts.

Only by abiding by the rules can one have a foundation.

Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Chengwen understood Wu Yunchang's firm attitude.

"What you deserve is yours."

Jiang Chengwen picked up his hand, looked at Wu Yun's long face through the rearview mirror, and said, "I said you can take it! You can take it!"

Wu Yunchang was still silent.

He looked ahead, driving the car on his own, and there seemed to be no turbulence in his eyes.

Wu Yun sighed and said, "Mr. Jiang, let's talk about this later."

After hearing this, Jiang Chengwen chose to remain silent.

There are always some stupid people in this world who don’t want anything in front of you.

But is he really stupid?

In fact, to put it another way, only the word loyalty can explain all this.

Chivalrous!

He is Wu Yunchang, the person who is not like the Second Master but has a heart like the Second Master.

Therefore, no matter how much Jiang Chengwen advised him, he could not speak, because Wu Yunchang had already engraved the rules into his heart.

If he is forced to do so, he may even leave.

Jiang Chengwen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He suddenly understood how the people of the past could come through such an era.

...

The car was parked in the garage.

Wu Yun said a long time: "Mr. Jiang, we are here."

"Go back and have a break."

Jiang Chengwen said: "You can also leave the company's affairs, and I won't mention the shares affairs."

Wu Yunchang paused in his heart and asked, "I am ungrateful."

When Jiang Chengwen heard this, he shook his head and said, "I don't mean that. Although I didn't come from your generation, I can still understand some principles. If you don't want me, I don't force you. I want to say that you are not young now and can't focus on the company. I ask you to let it go because you want to take the time and get the woman you get. Otherwise, will it be better to go to a nursing home when you get old?"

Wu Yunchang was stunned when he heard this.

He didn't come back to his senses for a moment.

Jiang Chengwen asked, "What are you stunned? Didn't you hear it clearly?"

Wu Yunlong blinked, and a smile appeared on his face.

He nodded and replied: "Hey."

Jiang Chengwen nodded and said, "Just hear it clearly. You can go back and rest too. I have nothing to do here recently, so you don't have to worry about it. Go back to Yunan early. When I go back, I hope you can introduce me to your new girlfriend."

Wu Yunchang smiled and nodded, "It must."

After Jiang Chengwen said this, he walked towards the elevator beside him.

Wu Yunchang sat in the cab and watched him leave step by step.

Until the elevator door closed, the underground garage fell into darkness.

Chief Wu Yun got out of the car.

I searched for it on my body and took out a cigarette to light it for myself.

"call……"

After spitting out a breath of smoke, he leaned against the car, staring at the dark garage in front of him, thinking about many things.

After thinking about his life and his achievements over the years, he felt that it was particularly lucky to be able to live his life with the father and son.

It’s so lucky to have two noble people in their destiny, and they are father and son.

...

Jiang Chengwen opened the door and entered the room.

"Didn't come back?"

The room was empty and was kept in lockdown.

After turning on the light, he came to sit on the sofa.

There was a half-eat orange on the table, and a picture album was on the side.

"Is this back and going out?"

Jiang Chengwen reached out to take the album into his hand.

This picture album is not very new and seems to have been bought for a long time, but he has never seen it at home.

Jiang Chengwen opened and took a look.

The first photo that hits your eyes is an exploded firework.

In just a moment, the memories were connected.

“When did this be taken?”

Jiang Chengwen felt a little surprised.

This should be the time she celebrated her birthday in the second year of high school.

That year, the two men set up a bucket of fireworks on the Nanshan Mountain, and were later chased by security guards.

Jiang Chengwen continued to flip down, and the second photo was a photo of him sitting on his desk doing the exam.

It seems to be in my senior year of high school.

The angle of this photo should be taken secretly.

The third photo is in the badminton room of Thirteen Middle School, when playing badminton.

The fourth photo is a photo of two people on the podium.

In the fifth photo, Han Jing is wearing a T-shirt, showing off her newly bought clothes, while he is standing behind to look at the clothes.

The sixth photo shows her wearing a skirt at the graduation party, which is particularly eye-catching.

...

The album was almost filled.

It is full of photos of two people over the years, on the train in Dali, on the Cangshan, on the plane to the capital, at schools, at amusement parks, at home, in hot pot restaurants, and in many places...

The photos are connected together, and the experiences over the past five years are gradually emerging in my mind, as if they are just absurd and replaying everything.

"When did this girl take these photos..."

Jiang Chengwen was surprised because he did not know the existence of these photos.

"Click..."

The sound of the door lock turning sounded.

Jiang Chengwen quickly put the album back in the distance, took out his cell phone and lay on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

“Hmmm…”

Han Jing hummed a song in her mouth, turned around and closed the door.

The key was placed on the table, and then I had to change my shoes.

Seeing the lights on, she knew that Jiang Chengwen was back, so she shouted, "Go, come and pick up the vegetables."

"Here you come."

Jiang Chengwen stood up and walked towards the door, but saw Han Jing holding a large bag of ingredients in her hand.

“Buy so much?”

"Sister is happy today, celebrate!"
To be continued...