MTL - My Years As a Car Dealer-Chapter 21 :madman

Chapter 0021: Madman

A Biao and the others could see clearly, they all took two steps back in fright, and they felt the pain in their beards as they pinched Yahuazi.

They were depressed, puzzled, and confused. Just now, Zhang Chen was just vicious, and he dared to fight, dare to fight, and dare to take his life. How did he become so powerful now?

A Biao compared Zhang Chen's formidable strength at the moment, and his heart was cold, and he estimated that although he was numerous and powerful, even if he could win Zhang Chen, he would have to pay a very heavy price.

More importantly, A Biao knew that Zhang Chen dared to kill him. He was afraid and didn't want to take his own life to compete with the lunatic.

To the surprise of the bald men, Zhang Chen did not pursue the victory, but ran to his companion, held his hand, and carefully checked the injury.

"Good chance, run, if you don't run again, when this little madman goes crazy, he can't run if he wants to." A Biao really didn't want to face Zhang Chen, and regardless of his accomplices, he turned around and ran for more than ten meters.

The big brother who took the lead all slipped away, the dozen or so bald men panicked, the steel pipe was thrown to the ground, and the bearded beard, who fell to the ground in a coma, ran away in a panic.

Wang Qiang's palm has two deep holes, and blood is constantly flowing out.

With priorities, Zhang Chen didn't have the time to chase the bald-headed men. He covered his wounds and asked the system anxiously, "Hurry up and give me the skills to heal my wounds, be quick, be quick."

The system's response was quick: "Sorry, I don't have the ability to store injuries."

"My brother's injury is so serious, can you tell me whether it is?" Zhang Chen frowned and asked through gritted teeth, "Then why do you have Sanda skills?"

Now Zhang Chen is becoming more and more rude to the system, and the system is speechless, with an indignant explanation: "The Sanda skill is a self-protection skill that must be stored in order to prevent peers from making trouble, exiles causing trouble, or conflicts with colleagues and guests. If it is not within this range, you can go to the hospital for treatment.”

"I don't care, I must be given the skills to heal."

Zhang Chen acted as a rogue, and the system's anxious voice changed. He almost begged Zhang Chen to say, "It's really not true. You can't change it if you threaten the system."

There was really no other way, Zhang Chen ignored the bearded beard on the ground, carried Wang Qiang with a little force and went to the nearest hospital.

…

At this moment, the imperial capital, a high-rise building outside the Fifth Ring Road, is brightly lit in a small office space on the twenty-eighth floor.

A middle-aged man with a bald head and glasses lay his whole face on the computer screen, carefully checking the content of the video, and looking intently, he can't wait to take every word and every action said by a handsome young man in the video. In mind.

The middle-aged man is the vice chairman of the board of directors, the executive vice president of the dirty group, the head of the financial department, the head of the personnel department, the head of the logistics department, and the director of the president's office, Su Jingtian.

And the young man he was staring at was Zhang Chen.

What was recorded in the video is Zhang Chen singing in the luxurious private room of Tiandi Hotel.

Su Jingtian put on headphones and listened carefully to Zhang Chen's lingering singing. Hearing the place of forgetfulness, he couldn't help patting the table and humming along.

After the video was played, Su Jingtian took off his headphones, slammed his body heavily on the back of the seat, and let out a long sigh of relief, satisfied, very satisfied, more satisfied than picking up one million cash on the road.

That's what happened.

When he was about to get off work, Su Jingtian discovered an unexpected situation.

An anchor who usually has low traffic and few fans suddenly became very popular and rushed to the tenth place in the sky list. In a short period of time, the number of fans soared to 250,000, and huge rewards flew up. If it weren't for Su Jingtian closing the barrage, he wouldn't be able to see whether the anchor was male or female.

It was Su Jingtian's temporary intention to check the video and found Zhang Chen who was singing, but he got out of control.

After listening to the song, Su Jingtian hurriedly found the details of this "Chicken Sister of Tiandi Hotel" in the background, and watched all the videos with Zhang Chen appearing over and over a dozen times.

As a result, I was deeply fascinated by Zhang Chen's singing voice, handsome appearance, and witty and humorous conversation. After shaking his little hand, he sent out the 666 barrage, and he couldn't help but reward Jinkela of 500 yuan.

Five hundred dollars!

As the vice chairman of the board of directors, the vice president of the dirty broadcast group, the head of the financial department, the head of the personnel department, the head of the logistics department, and the director of the president's office, Su Jingtian only earns more than 7,000 yuan a month.

His car is a Jetta, which is inspected twice a year, except the horn does not sound, everywhere.

After paying off the mortgage, credit card, Alipay, Huabei, and borrowing every month, I only have less than 1,700 yuan left. I still have to smoke, eat, pay utility bills, and property management fees, which is 500 yuan. It's not a small sum.

But he didn't regret his impulse, on the contrary, he was happy to discover Zhang Chen from the bottom of his heart.

Because he was too focused just now, he kept the posture of viewing the video at close range for too long. Su Jingtian, who was over 40 years old, had a sore neck and blurred eyes, and he was so tired that he almost fell down.

However, the excited Su Jingtian kept shaking his hands, rubbed his temples with difficulty, then laboriously picked up the teacup and drank all the boiled water in it, and after moistening his throat, he shouted loudly without turning his head: "Come on, Old Wang, come quickly. , come quickly."

The excited cry was a little hoarse and echoed in the empty office for a long time, but no one responded.

Su Jingtian was a little angry and stood up abruptly, just as he was about to freak out, out of the corner of his eyes, he found it was pitch black outside the window.

With difficulty, I picked up the Huawei Honor 8 Youth Edition mobile phone on the desk. The time on the screen showed that it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. My colleague, Lao Wang, had already left work, and it was estimated that he was going home soon.

Su Jingtian's thick fingers clumsily dialed Old Wang's phone, the ringtone rang for a long time, and finally connected, and a lazy male voice came: "Lao Su, what are you doing?"

"Come to the company, come quickly." Su Jingtian's voice was very excited, speaking very fast, and his anxious mood seemed to want to grab Lao Wang along the telephone line.

"Su Jingtian, are you confused by a fever? The labor and management blocked the car for two hours and ran more than 40 kilometers before arriving home. Why do you want the labor and management to go back?" Lao Wang was furious, and became furious on the spot, "What's the matter? If you don't give labor and capital a reason, the labor and capital will hammer you tomorrow, infertile and full of children and grandchildren."

"Shut up for the labor and capital." Su Jingtian was not frightened by the old king, and his scolding voice was louder than ever, "You dare not come today, the labor and capital will sell you to the Ganges Kingdom as a duck."

After speaking, Su Jingtian hung up the phone and reopened the video that he had watched countless times...

An hour and a half later, in the early ten o'clock at night, the fiery Old Wang, with murderous aura all over his body, stood beside Su Jingtian's desk.

Without further ado, Old Wang grabbed Su Jingtian by the collar of his white shirt, lifted his thin body, clenched his right hand into a fist, and swung it against his old face.

Su Jingtian didn't even lift his eyelids, and he didn't even take his eyes off the computer screen, and said casually, "Smoke."

Old Wang looked down at Lao Gao's ashtray piled up with cigarette butts, his clenched fists did not hit Su Jingtian's old face.

With a helpless sigh, Old Wang pushed Su Jingtian's body on the seat with both hands, took out a box of ten unopened Double Happiness from his trouser pocket, and threw it on the desk together with a refueling invoice, muffled. Said sullenly: "Reimburse the labor and capital."

Lao Wang and Wang Lianshan are tall and burly, in stark contrast to the thin and thin Su Jingtian, and their relationship is also the best.

At the same time, he served as the vice chairman of the board of directors, the executive vice president of the pollution group, the deputy director of the financial department, the deputy director of the personnel department, the deputy director of the logistics department, the director of the administration department, and the director of the communication department.

"You still want money for cigarettes? Money for oil? Look at your prospects." Su Jingtian didn't even look at Wang Lianshan, he snorted coldly, took out Double Happiness, took out the cigarette and took a hard puff, and then continued, "We're going to send it out, It’s about to be released, and once it’s sorted out, I have all the money to buy a house and a car in the seaside market.”

The relationship between Wang Lianshan and Su Jingtian is not very good. Knowing Su Jingtian's personality, and knowing that he never utters wild words, if not for this, Wang Lianshan will not turn around and come back. Forty kilometers, his little fit is about to fall apart.

"Huh? Is there a situation?" Wang Lianshan curiously looked at the screen that Su Jingtian had been staring at.

The video is playing a clip of Zhang Chen introducing Viano to Sister Ji. Wang Lianshan sees Zhang Chen's face clearly, and his heart skips a beat. This boy is tall and handsome, with a perfect appearance. Wang Lianshan is jealous and throws acid on his face. impulse.

"Handsome is handsome, but the recorded program is not good, the camera technology is rubbish, the content of the program is not bright, there are too many technical terms, and the affinity is not enough, just a salesman who sells cars." What makes Wang Lianshan complain the most is that Zhang Zhang in the video Chen did not interact with fans from beginning to end, and was completely immersed in his work, talking to himself.

"Just buy a house and a car? Are you really stupid?" Wang Lianshan snatched the cigarette from Su Jingtian's mouth, slapped the refueling invoice on the keyboard in front of Su Jingtian, and roared, "Reimbursing labor and capital in a frenzy. Now, the labor and management are still anxious to go home."

"Humph." Su Jingtian didn't catch Wang Lianshan, who had a haircut, and operated the mouse to play the following videos one by one.

Sister Ji recorded a total of three videos for Zhang Chen, and the next one was a video of Zhang Chen telling jokes.

In the video, Zhang Chen speaks well, speaks fluently, thinks clearly, and has careful logic. His expressions are sometimes funny, sometimes cynical, sometimes serious, and the funny fans are screaming, and the atmosphere in the live broadcast room is hot.

"Hey... This kid is very eloquent and knowledgeable. No matter what topics fans pay attention to, he can speak up. When there is no cold scene on the cliff, it won't be the rescuer who was invited by this local tyrant, right?" Wang Lianshan widened. He closed his eyes, supported the back of the seat, and approached the computer screen unconsciously. The two big heads came together, and his eyes were red and stared at Zhang Chen, thinking that he was a chat-type anchor 10,000%. The energy of fire, no, it is a mess of fire.

If Zhang Chen was present, he would have slapped Wang Lianshan, and then pointed at his nose and scolded: A fresh graduate of Lao Shitang Normal College, a future soul engineer, he has been in business for two years, and has been tested by the market. You say labor and capital is it a monkey? Ah bah, have you ever seen such a handsome, suave, eloquent monkey?

After watching this video reluctantly, Su Jingtian started playing the video of Zhang Chen singing.

Wang Lianshan is also in his early forties, and people of this age are very familiar with Andy Lau's lingering.

The moment the singing sounded, an indescribable beauty hit Wang Lianshan's brain, and in just two seconds, he was completely engulfed, fascinated by Zhang Chen's singing.

His eyes were wide and round, and gradually became blurred and dazed, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile that was not a smile.

At this moment, it seems to be in the middle of a young and innocent first love.

Wang Lianshan seems to have returned to twenty years ago, when he was handsome and handsome, and his first love girlfriend was as pure as a little fairy.

In the hallucination, he felt like he was fluttering, holding his first love girlfriend's little hand tightly, immersed in the grass full of flowers.

Above the head is a bright and colorful rainbow after the rain, and the two run happily together.

At this moment, all worries, sorrows, and unpleasant things are forgotten, and only the laughter and laughter of him and his first love go straight to the sky.

…

The singing is so amazing?

Wang Lianshan's expression was surprised, revealing unimaginable eyes.

His body slammed backwards, and two lines of tears burst out of his eyes~www.novelbuddy.com~ sighed with infinite emotion: "This sound should only be heard in the sky, how can I hear it in the world? It's so good."

Wang Lianshan's tears dripped on Su Jingtian's bald head, the same as the flooding of the Yellow River.

(At the time of writing this, WPS indicated a malfunction, Roast Goose lost the manuscript, more than 10,000 words. I searched all over the cloud document, only the record four hours ago. I want to die.)

Su Jingtian's energy was all on Zhang Chen, but he didn't pay attention, otherwise Wang Lianshan, who was beaten up by the cliff, would spit blood and spit against the wall in the aisle.

"Yeah, at that time, I didn't have a beer belly, and my wife didn't have a bucket waist." Although Su Jingtian had listened to Zhang Chen's singing countless times, he was still full of emotion, and was completely moved.

For a long, long time, Su Jingtian and Wang Lianshan recovered from their shock.

Their heads moved away from the computer screen at the same time, slowly, bit by bit.

When the two eyes met, they shouted in unison, "We're going to make a fortune."

I don't know what the rules of other live broadcast platforms are. In Dirty Broadcasting, Wang Lianshan and Su Jingtian, as the vice chairmen of the board of directors, will receive dividends at the end of the year.

The more profits Dirt Broadcasting makes, the more dividends they get.

What, people who are familiar with Dirty Broadcasting say that if Dirt Broadcasting is not listed, how will the dividends be distributed?

Huawei is also not listed, and internal stocks can also give employees dividends.

However, Wang Lianshan has a restrained personality. Although he is optimistic about Zhang Chen, he is afraid that his hosting style, which is obviously inconsistent with the mainstream of dirty broadcasting, will be accepted by all fans.

"Are you stupid? Didn't you see the fans skyrocketing, the rewards filled the sky, and the barrage screen obscured?" Su Jingtian scoffed at Wang Lianshan, who was looking forward and looking back, slapped the computer screen, and shouted, "This is the evidence that everyone accepts Zhang Chen, what are you worried about?"