When Han Dongsheng sent a message to Yu Lanchuan saying that the situation had changed, Yu Lanchuan had just walked out of the conference room and almost bumped into the assistant serving coffee.

"Mr. Yu, do you want more coffee?"

Yu Lanchuan's mouth was filled with the bitter taste of coffee. Smelling the stuff made him feel a little nauseous. He tilted his head back, waved his hand, and quickly sent a message back to Han Dongsheng. Then he contacted the Beggars Gang and Yu Yan offsite, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After returning to the office, before he could catch his breath, he realized that the project director whom he had just supported at the meeting had been waiting for a long time.

To the outside world, project directors are all "big officials" who can carry a country. But in fact, their lives are not so prosperous. Unless they have outstanding performance or are close friends of the boss, they will be stationed in the project all year round. There is no one in the "court", so they are

The communication channels with superiors are not smooth. Every time I go back to the group headquarters to grab resources, I have to cross the sea and suffer a bloody blow.

This director is running a senior care and health care project, but in the past two years, the entire group has been leaning in the direction of light assets, and all the real estate stalls are owned by stepmothers. He feels that he has a personal relationship with Yu Lanchuan - Yu Lanchuan abides by

According to the code of the elite in the workplace, the entire risk control department is outstanding, like a guard in uniform, and has a personal relationship with everyone - I didn't expect that Yu Lanchuan would lead the entire department to work overtime for two nights, and support himself with one go and three at the board of directors.

"Mr. Yu, thank you for your hard work." The project director greeted him enthusiastically, "When will I be able to treat you to a meal?"

Yu Lanchuan smiled businesslikely: "Mr. Bian is very polite."

The project director sat down in his office and found several advertising flyers on his desk, selling health products, selling magnetic therapy devices, and one called "Elysium". The flyer read: "You

Have you retired at home and have no idea what to do in life? Are you surrounded by children and grandchildren, but you are still lonely? Do you feel that you are becoming a superfluous person, and you can only find a rare sense of existence in front of those smooth-talking liars? "

The "Elysium World" flyer was printed extremely well. The project director picked it up and looked at it, and smiled: "This is similar to the advertising idea of ​​our project. What is it selling? It looks quite high-end - I have a relative who has one at home."

With these things, the coffins have been deceived by others, and to tell you the truth, many of our publicity strategies have been copied from theirs."

"Where," Yu Lanchuan said, "it's not high-end, it's just an ordinary cult."

Project Director:"……"

"A friend of mine is a policeman, and he just seized it recently. Mr. Bian happens to be here today, so I will bring it to you to see - isn't this the topic you have been speculating on recently?" Yu Lanchuan said, "I heard that you are also planning to film a charity project.

Regarding the movie, please tell me in detail, has it been filed, and is the script available?”

The project director teased him with a playful smile: "I'm prepared, but I haven't said a word about the rest. We spent a long time working on the budget before, and we just got enough funds to register. Mr. Yu, we stepmothers are so lucky

My son, life in the group is not easy, I will flatter you more in the future."

Yu Lanchuan smiled at him with unknown meaning: "Don't say this kind of thing less often, Mr. Bian, I'm all working for the boss, so who am I? I should be getting carried away after hearing this too much."

Seeing that he didn't want to do this, the project director immediately retreated as if nothing happened: "That's it, that's it."

"This year has been difficult, and next year is not necessarily optimistic. Everyone was bragging at the meeting and wanted to occupy the resources first, just in case they can blindly sneak into the next trend. I am a person who doesn't like taking risks. I don't want to take risks.

You understand something, so you chose our side." Yu Lanchuan pushed up his glasses, "But the more the group's resources are tilted, the heavier your task will be. Today, the cowhide was blown out for you. In the end, the return on investment will not be good.

No one can explain it, Mr. Bian, close the door and let’s get to the bottom of it.”

The project director sighed: "Mr. Yu, the group's assessment standards are unfair. Everything depends on the return on investment. The industries are different... there is no comparability!"

"The industries are different, but the shareholders' money is the same, and the water flows downward." Yu Lanchuan said, "In fact, there have been murmurs within the group that they want to sell a certain proportion of the traditional sectors..."

The project director immediately became anxious: "We are not a traditional sector, we have a new concept!"

"Don't be excited, Brother Bian," Yu Lanchuan changed his title unnoticeably, stood up and poured him a cup of tea, "We all know what the 'concept' is, so don't use this to coax me."

The project director wiped his face.

In front of him, Yu Lanchuan opened his tablet, called up the PPT of the project they had boasted about at the meeting, and pressed the tablet against the dozens of health products and cult leaflets: "Unless you can really achieve this."

The project director's eyes twitched and his gaze fell on the PPT page.

Those who sell their own Amway to the group are all crazy about being "high-ranking". In today's society, whatever terms are popular, they will catch the popularity. In fact, they are not close to each other, so they will make up a similar word to criticize them.

, can't appear less fashionable than others.

The PPT page that Yu Lanchuan turned to was particularly shameless, with the title "Connect horizontal and vertical, combine with cultural industries to create real estate IP".

The project director couldn't remember who added this sentence. He stared at the tablet pressed on the flyer paper for a long time. This piling of nouns with unknown meanings made him numb, and the people below added them all at once.

, he didn’t think much about it during the review, but he didn’t expect the bosses to take him seriously. They grabbed him and asked him at the meeting. If Yu Lanchuan hadn’t helped to smooth things over, he almost wouldn’t have been able to get off the conference table.

The project director said: "The elderly care services on the market now mainly focus on the 'disabled elderly' - those who have no ability to take care of themselves. Their children are busy with work and cannot take care of them, so they think of nursing homes - but we

When I first made the feasibility report, I thought there weren’t many products specifically designed to serve the elderly who are healthy and can take care of themselves, and that the market had blind spots.”

Yu Lanchuan put his elbows on the table and said calmly: "Investors think that the target customer group is not ideal because these people are conservative, stingy, have limited spending power, and the rate of return will not be good."

"This is a stereotype. If you look at those fanatical health care product enthusiasts, you will know that it is not that the market has no potential, but that you have not tapped into these people. What I was thinking at the time was, doesn't our group also have a cultural company? Sales budget

It's given to everyone, and the money won't go to outsiders, so I discussed with them and asked them to help make a small movie with a small cost. If it can be released to the public and earn some box office, maybe the debt can be evened out...

..." The project director gave a wry smile and said, "Okay, this time it has become one of the key tasks of the year. Isn't it baffling?"

Yu Lanchuan wore an expression that said, "It's none of my business." He didn't feel puzzled at all. He raised his eyebrows pretending to be puzzled: "The financial support from the group has been obtained for you, and the tasks have been bookmarked. Are there any difficulties?

?Brother Bian, I thought money was everything."

The project director gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeves: "Okay, this year we will go all out to compete with these health care product sellers."

Yu Lanchuan laughed inexplicably: "This sounds really unambitious."

"Yes, why do we want to compete with these liars for business? I just had dinner with the owner of the commodity exchange last week. They have a lot of bad people and bad things there. Every now and then, I meet a few people who jump off buildings and drink pesticides. They have a good relationship with the police.

."

Yu Lanchuan nodded: "The boss of the cultural department, Chang, is on a business trip today, so I made an appointment with him for a TV and phone call."

"Yes, if they want to take these pictures, they have to contact the public security department." The project director said, "If we can really incite the city to organize a crackdown, we can do publicity together. Then... hurry up? I'll make a call right now."

Yu Lanchuan: "The military order is hanging over our heads."

After sending Mr. Bian away from Zilaishu and ending the phone call, the lights in the CBD were already on, and various takeout delivery guys were queuing downstairs to call people to pick up food.

Yu Lanchuan's back felt stiff. He stood up and stretched his coat twice. He took a moment to look at his phone. Han Dongsheng had stopped moving. The last message someone from the Beggar Clan sent him was "success."

Smoothness is certain. Yu Lanchuan believes that the biggest difficulty in this matter is to lead the police to find the den of this group of cult members.

Counting time, Lao Yang and the others should have wiped out this cult den by now working together internally and externally.

But once one den is cleared, there are still thousands of dens hidden in the streets and alleys. Yu Yan is right, if there is no large-scale crackdown, they will be like weeds that grow again in the spring breeze.

If it could go a little smoother...

Yu Lanchuan sent a WeChat message to Yu Yan: "Is it over? The 'hard strike' you want may be possible."

In this era, justice and justice must be supported by the logic of capital, otherwise no one will help him shout out, and no one will pay attention to him. If a person simply promotes ideas and public welfare, then people often think that he is either a student or a student.

intending to stir up trouble.

Yu Lanchuan poured the tea roots into the flower pot and thought: What is the purpose of the alliance leader's order?

At this moment, Yu Yan probably saw his message and called back.

"Hello……"

There was a lot of noise on the phone, and Yu Yan shouted into the phone: "Master Lan, are you the one who brought Teacher Mengmeng here!"

Yu Lanchuan: "...ah?"

"Damn it, that's not the point... the building is about to burn down." Yu Yan's voice was a little farther away, and he didn't know who he was shouting to on the other side of the phone, "How long will it take for the fire brigade to arrive? Such a big fire

It can’t be suppressed at all! People inside come out quickly!”

Yu Lanchuan: "Fire? Where is the fire? How to deal with it..."

Before he could finish his sentence, an ominous loud noise came from the other end of the phone.

Someone exclaimed: "It collapsed!"

Yu Yan cursed something, said "I'll tell you when I get back," and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Yu Lanchuan froze on the spot for two seconds, then ran out.

In the precarious small building, it was a trivial matter for Han Dongsheng to lose his strength. What was more serious than this was that he was dehydrated.

He sweats more than others, and running around in the fire, his whole body was burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. Now his shoulders lightened up, Mr. Zhou was picked up, and his brain seemed to be forcibly shut down, and he immediately lost his ability.

gain control over the body.

Han Dongsheng staggered two steps and fell to the ground. All the sounds in his ears condensed and left him.

The fire had already reached this side, the sheets that had been left outside were burned by the evaporated water, and people were shouting loudly.

However, the ceiling of this building is too high. If the fire on the first floor comes over, the people below cannot get up at all.

A large piece of the crudely made ceiling fell off. Gan Qing used the three-edge thorn she snatched from the black-robed man to open it, and ashes fell all over it. She accidentally took a breath of smoke and dust, choking and almost coughing out her lungs.

The ground beneath my feet was trembling, and the small building began to collapse from the other side. However, the sound of breaking wood kept approaching, and the ferocious tongues of fire swallowed everything in its path. Sparks exploded, and the three edges and thorns began to burn to the touch.

Yes, she even smelled the paste.

"Hello!"

In desperation, Gan Qing grabbed the back of Han Dongsheng's neck. However, Han Dongsheng's weight was about twice that of his father-in-law. When Gan Qing's claws went down, Han Dongsheng himself did not move at all, but he was already a little loose.

Her shirt was torn.

Han Dongsheng's heart was beating fast, and his hands and feet were as weak as noodles. He tried to stand up several times, but his body refused to obey him. One after another phantoms flashed before his eyes.

He suddenly had the illusion that it was not the first time that he had been knocked to the ground by something, lying like a dog in a desperate situation unable to get up.

He seemed to be used to this posture.
To be continued...