MTL - Rescuing the Supporting Character-Chapter 142 The fate of the fate of the reincarnation

"Hurry up and drink, I am exhausted," Meryl entered the door and threw a large box of red roses on her desk and wiped the sweat on her forehead. "Why is it warm?"

The warm assistant poured a glass of water on her, and looked at the inner room and blinked. "There is still inside, it hasn't come out in these few days." Seeing Meryl's eyes wide open, the little assistant is ready to go. Picking up a bright red rose from the box, some don't take it for granted. "If the sister doesn't accept these things, they tell them to throw them directly. Why are you still running around?"

In the first two days, he also took the flowers in. Wen did not take a look from beginning to end. He said, "Get out and throw it." Nothing else was said.

He can see it, Wen Ru is definitely what happened in this mission, or else he will not be locked in the room every day, no one will see it.

Meryl slammed a large glass of water, so the assistant knew that she was anxious, and the temperature was just right, but her violent posture was not blamed.

After drinking a glass of water, Meryl did not refute, she sat down on the sofa and rested enough: "You thought I thought, the problem is that this is the name given to your boss. If anyone else Well, Shantou did not have the leisure to manage these trivial things, but this sent people to send flowers is behind the dark thorns boss, the company is not good to deal with. Anyway, I think about the way, they help them over, arrived What you have here, love to throw love, send me, I can't control it."

"In other words, when did the dark-stab boss know the warmth? I didn't hear anything about the wind." If they really have any friendship, Wen Ruru will not kill the spurs of the spurs last time. Absolutely, Meryl groaned strangely.

Suddenly, her eyes were round and round. "The boss of the dark thorns would not want to dig her up to their company before they pretend to pursue the pursuit of warmth? If it is true, this move is too bad!"

"...no." The little assistant couldn't believe it. Although the streamer is not a big company in the industry, but in the organizing committee there are a few words to say, if the dark thorns want to dig the wall, at the very least, they should avoid the private contact, send people to send flowers every day. What is the company doing?

Meryl was waiting to say that the phone in the pocket of the assistant suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and slammed it. Well, he nodded and listened for a long while. Finally, he hung up the phone and turned his head to Meryl. "...the dark thorn boss wants to see him."

This is good, the bright side has gone, and the private connection has come. Seeing the assistant to the inner room knocking on the door, Meryl quickly closed her mouth and followed the past.

The warmth that opened the door was as usual. If her eyes were slightly reddish, she couldn’t see any clue from her expression.

Since Wen Ruyi entered the company so far, her affairs have always been responsible for this assistant. It was just that I took over a few at the same time, but now I am more leisurely. He only needs to handle her one thing. If it is not a warmer position, perhaps he is still at the bottom of the company, and a person with a few executives is too busy.

If Wen is really interested in transferring the company, his exclusive assistant is to follow along, or continue to stay, waiting for the company to arrange a new performer for him - these have to be considered in advance.

It’s a matter of your future, the assistant’s tone is a bit cautious. “The dark thorn boss wants to have a meal with you, and you can set it at any time.”

When he said this, he felt awkward. Are you free at any time? Hey ghosts! But this is the other party's original words. He does not say that he still can't, and the assistant is standing at the door waiting for a warm answer.

Wen Ruo only pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a perfunctory smile, faintly said: "I don't have time, I am not in the mood to entertain, you just find a reason to help me push."

She really does not have the heart to deal with the people outside. The last flooded world was so suddenly closed, all the performers were forced to withdraw, not to mention that this is the world's general election, even in the general mission world, there are few such outrageous things.

It stands to reason that the official should stand up and clarify the first time after the game, at least have to give a charter, which players are promoted, and which players are eliminated? Can't say that all the performers have lost the qualification to enter the final round?

What is one, two, and three in the world of elections without an executive? If Wen is not convinced, they are so eager to announce the end, if they really dare to do so, then it is a big joke.

However, up to now, the organizing committee has not given a positive response. It has been several days, and many companies from all over the world have been soaked on the island. Although the facilities on the island are complete and the scenery is beautiful enough, the top management of each company is sulking, and there is still a mood to play.

Just two days after Wen’s refusal to invite, at the other end of the world, in a beautifully decorated study room, Jiang Shaohua, the chairman of the organizing committee, was hanging his head and was honestly shouted at the nose by a white-haired old man.

"Useless stupid things! I know that there are problems that can't be solved properly. I have a lot of old people. I want my half-retired old man to help you find a solution. I have to rely on me. I want you to come. What is it?!"

Jiang Shaohua did not dare to return, but could only stare at the dark red carpet under his feet, and he was wronged. Not long after the last ** election, he knew that something went wrong, but the system could not find the problem, or later discovered that someone had tampered with the core program. Even then, he can't directly use the authority to attack intruders. You must know that the core technology for saving the men's match plan is only clear to Jiang's inheritors.

People who are behind the scenes don't have to ask, Jiang Shaohua can guess who it is.

"Cough, one of the two, are the reverse!" The old man coughed up, holding his chest and twitching to the table.

"Dad, don't worry, I will talk to him." Jiang Shaohua quickly stepped forward to support his father and took him to the chair to sit down.

"What are you talking about?" He Jiang Fengyi was wise. He grabbed the opportunity and promoted the technology to the whole world. The outsiders mentioned his name. Who would dare not say a word? ! Who wants to get so many years passed, and when it comes to the old age, it will be planted in the hands of the rebellious and unfilial mixed ball!

Jiang Feng coughed for a long time before he came over. The illness made his face appear a bit old. He pushed his son's hand away: "I know that he hates me, hate it, hate it, I am so old, everything. I am not bearish. I don't miss such a son. You tell him that even if he dies outside, he won't have to come back to report the funeral. I will be with him when he died."

"Dad!" Jiang Shaohua frowned and disagreed with the authenticity. "Don't say it, you are all vocal, and you have to be sad again."

"I have something so sad," Jiang Feng shook his head, his smile was bleak. "In the eyes of the opponent, I am a selfish, snobbery, cold-blooded enemy. I have been used to it." The thing of the year was that he was sorry for them. Mother and child, he never denied it. If you reach out, you will get a rich and precious life. How many men in the world can hold on to this heart under such temptation? He wants to try to climb up and stand on the peak of glory. What is wrong with this? !

"You go back to the island. There is no one sitting in the town now, and the hearts of the people will be scattered." Jiang Feng waved his hand and looked tired.

"That..." Jiang Shaohua took a step and hesitated to look at his father. "The conditions he proposed this time, we want to..."

"Promise him, wait until the end of this election, then say." Jiang Fengchang sighed. Jiang Shaohua is a man of old age, and it is no problem to keep his job. But if he meets his heart-wrenching younger brother, his means will not be enough. He is old, and he can't **** him for the rest of his life.

"Know it." Jiang Shaohua didn't know his father's mind. He waited for him to quit and suddenly listened to Jiang Feng: "Wait."

Jiang Shaohua stopped and waited for his father's instructions. Jiang Feng was silent for a long time before he slowly said, "If he insists on doing this, you tell him that in order to be fair, we must shield the memory of his real world by our people, otherwise it will be avoided."

"I understand," Jiang Shaohua nodded. "The time for the third ** is coming soon. I believe that at this time, he will not reject our conditions."

Three days later, the organizing committee convened a conference to announce that all executives who had not been eliminated before the last round of the world could enter the third game of fateful reincarnation.

The world has taken on the background of the ruined era. After the destruction of the world, the gods fell, and the son-in-law left a seed of life before human death.

After many years, this seed has sprouted in the world and finally formed a new world.

The name of this world is called - reincarnation.

The author has something to say: there is still a chapter in the code, after writing it, it may be late, I suggest you look at it tomorrow morning.

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