Chen Feng asked: "Then what? Meng Xiaozhou should be able to control the remote control, right?"
"Of course Brother Meng can control the situation, but in extraordinary times someone has to be in charge of the overall situation. I am the company's main artist and a small shareholder, so I was forced to take charge of things for a while. I haven't practiced singing well recently, how can you
Don't scold me."
"What!" Chen Feng was so frightened that he trembled.
This is definitely the worst bad news he has heard since he started his entrepreneurial journey!
Hey, I forgot about this.
One careless move may lead to a wolf entering the house!
When it comes to practicing singing or something like that, you just have to be a fool.
But your management of the company will cost me my life!
Looking at this once cute chubby face, Chen Feng's teeth were chattering when he thought of this master's "glorious record" of playing the Brexit Group in multiple timelines in the past.
I'm scared.
"I don't want to scold you, I just want to slap you." Chen Feng suppressed his panic and said, "Go to the company first and let me see what you have done."
"Hey, no, you're going to the company now? Master, aren't you jet-lagged when you just came back?"
Chen Feng glared at him angrily, "I'm so jet-lagged, I really am..."
He finally shut his mouth.
How can you tell this fat guy that your father will have a very successful career in the future, but the main credit is that I dragged you into the music industry.
Although this is true, it is a bit hurtful and cannot be said.
It was already past ten o'clock at night when Uncle Long drove the car downstairs to the Xingfeng Entertainment headquarters.
Chen Feng dragged Ou Junlang straight to the chairman's office, "Bring me out every document you signed recently, and then go home and go to bed."
Okay, now Ou Junlang understood what he was panicking about.
The fat man felt extremely aggrieved. He touched his thumbs with both hands and muttered, "I am also a top student who graduated from an Ivy League school in international economics and trade. Master, what do you think?"
Chen Feng rolled his eyes wildly, "Didn't you buy your diploma and MBA certificate with money?"
Fatty Ou: "Master, you have a very good memory!"
"Nonsense! But that's not the point. Anyway, starting from tomorrow, don't worry about anything, just practice singing for me! Send your third album to me as soon as possible. Oh, by the way... Forget it, I'll log it out of the office system myself
Look at your operation records."
Three hours later, Chen Feng walked out of the office with lingering fear, greeted his subordinates on the night shift, ordered a sumptuous supper for them at his own expense, and then walked downstairs.
The moon is bright and the stars are few, and the scenery is just right.
The bright yellow street lamps were brightly lit, and insects chirped from time to time under the water platform in front of the office building.
Driving out of the building and heading straight to Kelai Apartment, Chen Feng let out a long sigh.
A false alarm.
Fortunately, the fat man is self-aware and just uses his weight to sit back and not do anything stupid.
He recalled the document he had just drafted.
Well, if you do this in the future, it will be stable.
In this document, he further clarified the company's structure, completely deprived Ou Junlang of his management rights, and improved the status of deputy general manager.
If he loses contact again and Meng Xiaozhou is on a business trip, the management of the company's daily affairs will automatically be transferred to the deputy general manager, and major matters will be put on hold. He and Meng Xiaozhou will be in place before making a decision. Anyway, Fatty Ou cannot let him do this.
Fools come into contact with specific matters.
Chen Feng thinks it would be more reliable than a fat man to put an AI that simulates a business game on his desk and let people input commands to host the computer to make decisions.
In fact, he should have done this long ago, but Fatty Ou is a shareholder after all, and it is difficult for Meng Xiaozhou to make the decision, so he has to do it himself.
The next morning, Chen Feng explained his decision at the company's high-level meeting.
Everyone in the audience was quite shocked. Fatty Ou's powers and responsibilities were severely reduced, and they wondered if there was going to be some big change in the company.
Fatty Ou also had a little grievance. He was obviously trying to help out of kindness, but why was he chopped off?
In fact, he could really ignore it. After all, this matter was not within the scope of his contract. He was just looking for more things to do for himself.
Chen Feng knew the concerns in everyone's hearts and said sincerely: "Ou Junlang is one of the most popular singers in the company. He still has great artistic potential that can be explored. You should not focus your precious energy on daily chores. Ou Junlang,
Are you satisfied with just two folk albums?"
"Don't you want to make your third album that combines rock and roll more perfect? Go further? When I chose to cooperate with you, it was not because of your money, but because of your talent and potential. I believe in you, and you also
You should believe in yourself and don’t waste the good voice and talent God gave you.”
Fatty Ou, who was still a little disappointed at first, was instantly full of energy and stood up immediately, "I will definitely live up to Master's expectations!"
"Okay, let's end the meeting and go practice singing."
Fatty Ou jumped away like a cheerful Smurf.
Compared to the talented Zhong Lei and Qin Lu who was discovered by Chen Feng from the pure cuteness, in fact, Fatty Ou has always had a bit of inferiority in his heart.
Although he worked hard, he always felt that he was a little unjust and unreasonable when he took refuge in the master, just relying on throwing money.
Now that Chen Feng publicly praised him and had high hopes for him, how could he not be happy?
It turns out I really can.
It's my own fault.
With Master's artistic pursuits, how could he just settle for just two million dollars per song?
The fundamental reason why he chose me is that he saw my talent!
He believes that I can reach a level that satisfies him when it comes to singing!
I swear, I will never be distracted again.
In a happy mood, Fatty Ou performed much better even when practicing singing in the recording studio.
When Chen Feng returned to the chairman's office, Ryan and Ou Guohua had been waiting for a long time.
Before getting down to business, Ou Guohua said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Chen, this stinky boy Junlang has caused you trouble recently. I will teach him a lesson when I go home."
Chen Feng waved his hand, "It's okay, he has good intentions. But I asked him to concentrate on singing in the future. This will be good for him."
Ou Guohua refused to give up, "His ability to manage the company is not that bad, right?"
Chen Feng's heart tightened.
This old handsome guy hasn’t given up yet!
He actually wants to lure Fatty Ou back to take charge of the Ouhe Group. This guy is too strong-willed.
Now Ouhe Group is also an important partner of his. Regardless of whether it is for the sake of civilization or for himself, he must give up Ou Guohua's thoughts of committing suicide.
Chen Feng sighed deeply, "Mr. Ou, I'm not talking about you. You are still so strong. You can at least be in charge of Ouhe Group for several decades. Why are you so anxious to find a successor for yourself?"
"Besides, Ou Junlang is really talented in singing. He can even leave his name in history. Since he likes him and has the ability. If you really want to be good to him and be responsible for society, then let him go with peace of mind. Yes.
I will guide him, and he will fly as high as he can. The music world needs him, and music also needs him."
If a young man like Chen Feng said this to Ou Guohua before, he would definitely sneer at him.
But Chen Feng has now proven his artistic attainments and is a man of his word in the music world.
His judgment is authority.
Ou Guohua thought for a long time and gradually became convinced, "Is he really so talented?"
Chen Feng nodded and said resolutely, "Yes. In addition, I chose Ouhe Group as a partner. What I really value is not Ouhe Group, but you, Mr. Ou. So as long as Mr. Ou can still be in office for one day, I will
Don't talk to me about letting Ou Junlang take over again."
Ou Guohua accepted his fate, "Okay, it's just that I am his only son, and sometimes I always worry that I will suddenly become ill one day, and I failed to raise him well in advance."
This is the contradiction between Ou Guohua, he has a strong sense of social responsibility, but he also has his own selfish motives.
Saints are not exempt from vulgarity.
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
Chen Feng suddenly remembered that in addition to the last timeline in which Ou Guohua was so lucky to receive a special cancer drug, in many other timelines, he had suffered from terminal diseases of this kind when he was around seventy years old. The whole essence of human terminal diseases
.
Uncle Ou is so miserable that no matter how much money he has, he can't survive.
What if he doesn't get cancer this time, but ALS?
How to fix it?
ALS wasn't conquered until about 2100, and Ou Guohua certainly couldn't wait.
Will Ouhe Group, which also made great contributions in the previous timeline, suffer another fracture?
Ryan next to him started talking about business, "Chen Feng, what exactly are the ultra-pure carbon elements, infinite cycle batteries, and microwave power transmission that you proposed in the United States?"
Chen Feng raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute, I have some new ideas. Maybe... I need to add a few more medical-related projects. Don't bother me yet, I'll think about it seriously."
The two of them were a little confused as monk Zhang Er, but considering that the master's thinking mode was different from ordinary people, he might have some strange ideas, so they quickly retreated.
Chen Fengzhen began to hold his chin with one hand and pondered carefully.
In the past, he has been focusing on energy and materials, breaking through difficulties point-to-point, and then using these two pillar industries to drive other industries to advance collaboratively.
Both steady and radical, the results achieved are outstanding and visible progress can be seen every time.
Facts have proved that his strategy was absolutely correct.
Past success was so deceptive that Chen Feng's thinking was unconsciously limited.
This is good, so I will keep doing it, and I will have both merit and no fault.
In psychology, this is a comfort zone that everyone falls into unconsciously.
There is actually no essential difference between the difficulty of actively controlling your thinking to jump out of your comfort zone and facing life and death.
No matter how strong Chen Feng is, he is still a human being and has fallen into his comfort zone.
This time, because of the stars, he remembered to take one more step in the direction of artificial intelligence. He came up with the complete framework of the quantum computer programming concept in advance and took the initiative to push it forward to ensure the prerequisites for the birth of the stars as much as possible.
Now seeing Comrade Ou Guohua, the essence of human beings suffering from terminal illness, and recalling the medical master Lamenech Nanding who had taken refuge in him but was temporarily rejected, his mind was opened again.
He had an epiphany.
Extending the life span of people like Ou Guohua will undoubtedly have a positive effect on civilization.
Another example is myself, Ryan, Zhong Lei, and Ellen Alvin who once woke up in his later years...
Not to mention the quark therapeutic device, if you have a molecular-level or even amino acid macromolecule-level therapeutic device, you will not die of overwork early, live to be more than two hundred years old, and live for another hundred years, how much more can you do?
What would happen if other people could live for more than a hundred years in at least good spirits?
In primitive societies, the average life span of human beings was 15 years. When unable to resist the threats of natural disasters, diseases, and wild beast attacks, living was a never-ending challenge.
BC, the average human life span was only 20 years.
By 1700 AD, the average human life span was 35 years.
In 1800 AD, the average life expectancy was 37 years.
When the history of civilization entered the twentieth century, human life expectancy increased explosively, with the average life expectancy rapidly increasing from 40 years to 61 years.
From 2015 to 2020, the global statistical average life expectancy is 0.5%. With a little observation, it is not difficult to find that with each rapid advancement in science and technology, the average life expectancy of human beings has increased more or less rapidly. The reason for this is the improvement of sanitary conditions.
, innovation in medical technology and other prerequisites.
This is the necessity of historical development and the need for the advancement of civilization.
However, the extension of life span is one of the prerequisites for scientific and technological progress. The two complement each other and help each other.
The three words "live long" are not as simple as they seem on the surface. Their essential meaning is that longevity is conducive to the continuous accumulation of knowledge in the individual.
Countless better individual wisdoms gather together to form a huge group wisdom, which is the guiding light that illuminates the way forward for civilization.
Leaving aside previous eras, let’s just talk about the 20th century. Scholars’ achievements usually explode between the ages of thirty and sixty.
Except for a few lucky geniuses who are ahead of their time and can maintain long-term health, once most scholars pass their sixties and enter the old age, their research level and ability to generate inspiration will decline significantly.
As people age, their physiological functions continue to decline, and various diseases quietly appear, following them everywhere, which not only tortures people's bodies, but also harms their spirits and thinking. Scholars engaged in creative work are even more deeply affected.
The body continues to decline, the unknown fear of approaching death becomes stronger and stronger, and the reluctance to give up on life becomes more and more reluctant, causing the scholars' original sharp thinking to gradually become dull, and their photographic memory to gradually dissipate.
It requires tremendous support of willpower to be so great that you can still lead and lead a research project before death. In your last words, you can provide ideas that can guide your successors to continue their work, and shine out the last light in life.
After all, there are only a few people who can do this.
Those who can lead the times at a young age are extremely rare.
Most scholars have studied hard all their lives and gone through the path of entry, proficiency, proficiency, mastery, and finally mastery, but they are already in their sixties or seventies and almost half of their bodies are like dirt.
No matter how unwilling they are, the elderly have to face the damage caused by slow thinking and memory decline, and watch their precious lifelong learning slip through their fingers.
This objective law will greatly restrict the speed of human progress.
In the multiple timelines created by Chen Feng in the past, except for the abnormal laws of the 21st century, almost every major technological explosion was preceded by some degree of biological and medical technology that took a step forward, or racial change.
The overall level of gene arousal is increased, resulting in better genetic characteristics that delay aging.
