Chapter 1774: Millennium Blessing

According to incomplete statistics, every time Wang Mouren arrives in a world, he must stew at least one old hen.

So early this morning, in the factory canteen, Wang Yan diligently stewed chicken soup.

He has a very good advantage, that is, he never eats alone. If he were at home, it would be fine, but at this moment in the factory canteen, everyone is a worker who comes to eat in the morning. The chicken soup he stewed is so fragrant, he shouldn't enjoy it alone, letting the workers smell the scent; that would be too inappropriate, as if there was something wrong with him as a boss.

So this time Wang Yan stewed two pots of several old hens, sharing the rain and dew, so that everyone could taste the world's first super invincible old hen soup.

The power of stewing chicken soup in a big pot is even greater. The scent that spreads, riding the morning breeze, has a faint fragrance throughout the factory area.

This fragrance made the workers who slept soundly all night wake up, and there was no buffer for getting up early; the whole person was spirited. Thinking of nothing else, they just wanted to find out where this fragrance came from. Is it an alien descending to earth, stewing meat in the morning to whet the appetite?

They couldn't sleep anymore, so they all got up, tidied up, and went to the canteen. As a result, the closer they got to the canteen, the more fragrant the smell became.

After walking into the canteen, they swallowed their saliva one by one.

"Why did the big boss cook in person early this morning?" Guo Zongbao leaned over happily to look at the chicken soup in the pot, "Whoa, these two big pots of chicken soup, really fragrant."

"Isn't this because everyone has been working hard recently, so I'm making some chicken soup to nourish everyone. Don't underestimate this chicken soup, I tell you, there are many things in it. Just say this chicken, it is..."

With nothing to do, Wang Yan was happy to be idle, chatting with the workers.

He is not a person with airs, and his leadership doesn't rely on keeping distance from those below and actively building authority. He has always exchanged sincerity for sincerity with grassroots workers.

You work, I give money. You have something, I try my best to help solve it. You are sorry for me, you get out, very sorry, then you go to jail.

Under the premise of good salary and benefits, everyone can always exert some subjective initiative. Even if there are some people who play tricks, use means, and are lazy, they will always be exposed and naturally be eliminated.

Wang Yan personally operated the tools, served the workers soup one by one, and added the rotten and chopped chicken meat.

After everyone tasted a mouthful, they would make satisfied exclamations. Even though everyone was sweating in this summer day, and even had some dryness in their bodies, they still drank the delicious chicken soup while sweating profusely, wishing they could swallow their tongues.

They all gave Wang Yan, the big boss, the best evaluation, sending all the complimentary words they could think of to the chicken soup, and to the sacrificed old hen.

They didn't know how lucky they were to be able to enjoy this foundation that had settled for a millennium...

Zhuang Zhuang was really a bit tired. She was not very restrained after her first experience of human affairs. Even though Wang Yan said the days ahead were long, Zhuang Zhuang was also very enthusiastic, wishing she could eat Wang Yan. After truly being together, she became even more enthusiastic and more dependent on Wang Yan.

This caused Zhuang Zhuang to break her rhythm for a period of time, sleeping very deeply, so that even the faint fragrance couldn't wake her up. It was still Wang Yan who had breakfast in the canteen and brought food and chicken soup back, only then did he disturb her.

"Awake, get up and tidy up, eat something, specially stewed chicken soup for you."

"I said why it's so fragrant, smelling the scent, I know the chicken soup must be delicious." Zhuang Zhuang covered herself with a small quilt, sniffed, and then said, "It's just that I don't want to get up a bit, feeling like I'm going to fall apart."

Wang Yan sat on the edge of the bed and reached his hand into the quilt: "I'll give you some energy, wind up the clock."

Zhuang Zhuang gave a coquettish shout, hurriedly slapped Wang Yan, but didn't prevent the quilt from revealing a bit of spring, and she blushed instantly. Then she increased her strength in shame and anger, glaring at the culprit, as if she really wanted to beat Wang Yan to death.

"Look at you, we're already an old married couple, what's there to be shy about? Look at me, should I take one off for you?" Wang Yan played the rascal with a cheeky face.

"Go away."

Zhuang Zhuang gave a coquettish glance, but she finally had spirit and strength. Shyly, with Wang Yan's help, she put on her clothes and got out of bed, washed up, and came back to drink chicken soup.

After only one mouthful, Zhuang Zhuang looked up at Wang Yan who was smiling opposite, her big eyes full of amazement.

"Delicious!" Zhuang Zhuang was concise and comprehensive, and asked again, "Why didn't I see you do it before?"

Wang Yan said with a smile: "How many times have I cooked in total? And this chicken soup is to nourish vitality. Things that are very nourishing are not usually eaten. Speaking of this, I did a bad thing.

Stewing chicken soup for you in the canteen, I thought we couldn't eat alone because it was so fragrant. How would everyone look at me as a boss? So I stewed two big pots directly, and everyone drank it up early in the morning. I guess they won't be able to sleep well today."

"It's so delicious, it's worth it even if you can't sleep well every day." Zhuang Zhuang had already turned into a glutton, using the small spoon very diligently, slurping and slurping, her eyes narrowed comfortably.

"Eating one meal is not sleeping well, eating two meals will cause acne, and urine will be yellow. Eating a few more meals, people will have problems."

Wang Yan explained the rich nutritional value of old hen soup to Zhuang Zhuang very patiently. This thing really can't be eaten indiscriminately.

Of course, it's no problem to eat it occasionally, just leave some time for the body to digest and metabolize, but Wang Yan is unwilling to do it, after all, he has his persistence.

After breakfast, Wang Yan and Zhuang Zhuang didn't leave. Zhuang Zhuang even called her vocal music teacher to ask for leave, and the two were sticky in the room. When they felt it was hot in the room, they went out to stroll in the empty shade of the factory.

The relationship between the two made a breakthrough, and the content of the chat became very constructive. Zhuang Zhuang began to plan for the distant future, she imagined and yearned for a beautiful life in the future.

She said she wanted to sing to pursue her dreams, said she couldn't hold Wang Yan back, didn't want to just be a housewife. Said she wanted to have two children, wanted a son and a daughter...

Wang Yan said she would definitely become a great singer, and then endorse the company's products. Wang Yan would give her a high price, and the couple would reasonably make money from the company together, bullying the good brother, etc.

Of course, Zhuang Zhuang opposed it, she still had a relatively high moral bottom line, and was embarrassed to do such things...

The two stayed in the factory for another day, and after dinner, they returned to "Winter Goes, Spring Comes".

As soon as they came back, Xiao Dongbei said: "Back, you two, what's up, officially become a family, ready to join hands to go to the future."

"We were already joining hands to go to the future." Zhuang Zhuang naturally heard the ridicule in Xiao Dongbei's words. After saying a word in a bad mood, she blushed and took the things to the basement.

Xiao Dongbei handed Wang Yan a cigarette, and smiled ambiguously: "Fellow villager, I found that you are really amazing. How long have you been in the capital? In less than two months, you have become a successful person who opened a company, has a factory, has dozens of people under you, and embraced a beauty. You are too awesome."

Wang Yan smiled cheerfully: "It's all good luck, otherwise what do you say I can do? I can only go to the construction site to move bricks. You have also seen that Feng Tieyou, the work is not very easy to do, and what successful person am I."

"You are just low-key, isn't this successful? Don't say anything else, just say Zhuang Zhuang, that face, that figure, and she is still doing art, is it not enough for such a match to be with you? Don't tell me you are still not satisfied, and want something better?

Fellow villager, I tell you from the bottom of my heart, it's not easy to have it like this now. There are tens of millions of people in this capital, and ten million people are not living as well as you. You must cherish it, what a good girl Zhuang Zhuang is, following you wholeheartedly. She used to skewer lamb for you, went out to set up a stall with you, meeting such a good girl, I don't know how many lifetimes of blessings you have cultivated."

Wang Yan really didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I say fellow villager, do I look very unreliable?"

"You look quite reliable, but you are getting richer and richer. Men become bad when they have money. I'm afraid you'll take the wrong path, which is a pity, so I'll remind you first. It's mainly because you can still listen to words at this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to talk to you in the future."

"Look, you've treated me as someone who doesn't miss old feelings again, I'm really wronged."

"How is it, you don't study business recently, and specifically think about life?"

"Business is just like this, what else can I study? As long as the bed space is not empty, can't I just think about life? You say you are only a few years older than me, and when you came, you were like a farmer, without any city person's temperament. As a result, in less than two months, you directly became a winner in life. We are all people, all with two shoulders carrying a head, can I not think about life with such a big gap..."

Xiao Dongbei sighed, feeling that people compared to people will die, goods compared to goods will be thrown away, and there is still some envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Everything developed too fast. Wang Yan's arrival at "Winter Goes, Spring Comes" still seems like yesterday, but in fact, Wang Yan is already a rich man with a net worth of millions...

After chatting with Xiao Dongbei for a while, Wang Yan returned to the basement room. Xu Shengli and Cao Ye were both there, still one writing a script and one painting. Tao Liangliang was working outside; he played the saxophone in a bar. When there was no work, he performed in the underground pedestrian passage.

"Back, Brother Yan." Cao Ye was very enthusiastic, seeing Wang Yan as if seeing his own father.

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "How is it going?"

"Good, I talked about five companies today, and the commission is more than two hundred yuan, and the money was paid to me on the same day. Look, I also bought roast chicken, pig head meat, peanuts, and two bottles of wine, thinking about drinking some to celebrate when you come back."

"Okay, then what are you waiting for? Let's drink. Come, Xu Shengli, stop writing." Wang Yan greeted.

Xu Shengli responded and stopped his pen, walked over and sat at the table. He looked at Wang Yan with quite complicated eyes.

Because last night, Wang Yan and Zhuang Zhuang didn't come back...

Even though he no longer held any inappropriate thoughts about Zhuang Zhuang, feeling that the two of them might have spent the night together also made him feel uncomfortable.

He often thought, sometimes the order of people's appearance is very important. If he had helped Zhuang Zhuang catch the thief and snatched back the bag, would it be another development.

But he could only think about it. No, he couldn't just think, he could also write stories. Although he could be considered to have let go, he was still secretly arranging Wang Yan.

In real life, I'm not as good as you, but in the story I write, can't I clean you up?

"Brother Yan, I'll toast you, if I can't mix it up and can't eat in the future, you have to take me in." Xu Shengli raised his glass, very sincerely...

On the other side, seeing Zhuang Zhuang enter the room, Shen Ranran, who was lying on the bed in cool clothes reading a magazine, sat up: "You're back, Sister Zhuang Zhuang, you bought so many things."

"Yes." Zhuang Zhuang nodded, "I said don't buy, but Brother Yan insisted on buying, and said he was a nouveau riche, so he had to spend money to be worthy of this status. Otherwise, everyone says he is a nouveau riche, but his actions don't match, wouldn't that be in vain?"

"That's what Brother Yan can say, he always has so many reasons, everything he says makes sense." Shen Ranran laughed, then her eyes were ambiguous, laughing sneakily, "Sister Zhuang Zhuang, you two didn't come back yesterday, did you do something shy outside?"

"Don't ask blindly, child." Zhuang Zhuang gave a coquettish glance, and turned to ask, "How was your audition? Did you get the role?"

"Still a group performer, just two scenes, two lines."

"Not bad, I heard Brother Old Guo say that he often acts as a passerby who just walks past as a group performer. It's not so easy to find one with lines."

"It's just that there are too many people, and there are not so many crews starting work, everyone is fighting to become famous..." Shen Ranran was just about to sigh, then reacted, "No, Sister Zhuang Zhuang, you are changing the subject!"

"What subject am I changing? Didn't I say it all, don't ask blindly."

"That means you did it?" Shen Ranran chuckled, "Tell me, what's the feeling?"

"Oh, what feeling? If you want to know, go find a boyfriend yourself, annoying." Zhuang Zhuang really couldn't take it anymore, her face turned red in two sentences.

Shen Ranran sighed: "Your vision is still good, Sister Zhuang Zhuang. When I first came, Brother Yan looked like an honest farmer, I never thought that in such a short time, he had already become a big boss..."

"He is not honest, he just looks kind and likes to laugh." Zhuang Zhuang shook her head repeatedly.

In fact, she also thought Wang Yan was an honest migrant worker when she first saw him, but as she contacted him, she found that Wang Yan was not as simple as he appeared.

He is confident and indifferent, humorous and funny, and also has considerable cultural literacy, not really uncultured. He is crisp and decisive in doing things, and speaks simply and directly... anyway, he is full of advantages.

But this requires contact. If she hadn't contacted him, she was afraid she would also look at Wang Yan like Shen Ranran...

Here the little sisters were talking about private words, and in an old abandoned warehouse on the other side, the scene was very tense.

Kang Shunyin looked at a group of rough men and was so scared that he wet his pants.

Feng Tieyou clicked his tongue: "Look at you, weren't you quite active in tracking and inquiring before? And said you wanted revenge and wouldn't let others go. Why, scared now?"

Kang Shunyin's legs trembled, and he couldn't say a complete sentence...

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