Chen Xi pushed open the door of Zhao Chen's office again, and Liu Mingyu followed behind, with fatigue from staying up late on his face.
"Chairman Zhao, are you looking for me?"
Zhao Chen turned around from the window and looked at him:
"Send an announcement."
Liu Mingyu was stunned for a moment:
"Send it now? What content?"
Zhao Chen walked to the desk and picked up a piece of note paper with a line of words written on it:
"Henglong Group's explanation about recent public opinions:
1. The company's operations are all normal, cash flow is sufficient, and projects are progressing smoothly.
2. All accusations against the company are under investigation and verification.
3. Regarding equity, tax, salary and other issues, we will respond to them at tomorrow's press conference.
4. Hang Lung's fundamentals have not changed, and we thank our shareholders for their support and trust."
Liu Mingyu took the note, read it again, and then read it again.
He raised his head:
"Chairman Zhao, that's all?"
Zhao Chen nodded:
"That's all."
Liu Mingyu hesitated:
"Is this... too simple? Public opinion is so fierce now, can such an announcement be effective?"
Zhao Chen looked at him:
"What do you think retail investors need most now?"
Liu Mingyu thought for a while:
"Need... confidence?"
Zhao Chen nodded:
"Confidence in. It's not a long explanation, it's not a complicated Financial Data.
Just one sentence - the company is still here and there will be a press conference tomorrow, just wait and see."
He paused:
"That's enough."
Liu Mingyu Take a deep breath:
"Understood. I'll do it right away."
He turned to leave, but Zhao Chen stopped him:
"Secretary Liu."
Liu Mingyu Look back.
Zhao Chen said:
"I have worked hard these past few days. After the press conference, take a good rest."
Liu Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned slightly red:
"Chairman Zhao... not hard."
He opened the door and left.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the announcement of Henglong was sent out on time.
Just a few hundred words, without any modification or justification.
Only Saijo briefly explained.
On Snowball, someone immediately took the screenshot and forwarded it.
"Henglong has made an announcement! There will be a press conference at nine o'clock tomorrow morning!"
"So short? Just these few sentences?"
"That's enough. At least it proves that the company didn't escape."
"We'll find out tomorrow at the launch."
"If there is a big drop tomorrow, I will Add Position and believe Chairman Zhao."
"Same as Add Position. Letter to Zhao Chen once."
"Letter Zhao Chen+1"
"Letter Zhao Chen+2"
"Letter Zhao Chen+10086"
Under that post, the number of likes began to slowly increase.
Stock Bar, who had been panicking for two days, finally had a slightly different voice.
After the arrangements were made, Zhao Chen left the company.
Sitting in the car, Liu Haitao looked at him in the rearview mirror:
"Chairman Zhao, where are you going?"
Zhao Chen said:
"Zhengfa University."
Liu Haitao was stunned for a moment, then started the car without asking any questions.
The car slowly drove out of the basement and merged into the evening traffic.
Zhao Chen leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes.
In the past two days, he had hardly slept a wink.
Everything is running through my head.
Lin Wanqing's video, the prosecution of three children, the tax report, the workers' connection, Lu Shen's Weibo, the public opinion is out of control...
Every step is calculated.
No mistakes can be made at every step.
But now, he only wants to do one thing.
Go and see her.
Liu Haitao parked the car at the usual place in front of the school.
Zhao Chen did not call.
He just sat in the car and watched the students coming in and out of the school gate.
Some people are holding books, some are carrying express packages, and some are holding hands.
Ordinary college life.
We are already far apart from him.
The cell phone rang.
This is the message from Shen Zhiyi:
"I saw the announcement. Are you holding a press conference tomorrow?"
Zhao Chen replied:
"Hmm."
Shen Zhiyi:
"Are you still at the company? Remember to eat on time!"
Zhao Chen:
"Not at the company, at the school gate."
Three seconds later, Shen Zhiyi:
"Wait for me!"
Shen Zhiyi When he ran out, his hair was still wet. He had obviously just taken a shower.
She was wearing a loose sweatshirt, jeans, sneakers, and her face was bare.
Running to the car, she gasped and looked at Zhao Chen in the car window:
"Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
Zhao Chen opened the door and walked out:
"Want to see you."
Shen Zhiyi looked at him.
The light from the street lamp fell on his face, clearly illuminating his fatigue.
There were bruises under the eye sockets, the lips were a little chapped, and there was an indescribable heaviness between the eyebrows.
She suddenly felt very distressed.
"Achen..." She called his name softly.
Zhao Chen stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.
She smelled the faint smell of cigarette smoke on his body - he rarely smoked.
"Is it particularly difficult these days?" She buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled.
Zhao Chen said nothing.
He just held her tighter.
After a long time, he spoke:
"It won't be difficult when I see you."
Shen Zhiyi's eyes suddenly turned red.
Nine o'clock in the evening, a small apartment near the school.
This is a small house that Shen Zhiyi rented specially some time ago and lives here occasionally.
It's not big, with one bedroom and one living room, but it's very cozy.
Shen Zhiyi cooked two bowls of noodles and put them on the coffee table:
"Just eat some. I'm not good at cooking."
Zhao Chen looked at the bowl of noodles - clear soup, thin noodles, a poached egg and a few green vegetables.
He suddenly remembered that Su Wantang often cooked noodles for him.
Different people, same intentions.
He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.
"It's delicious," he said.
Shen Zhiyi sat next to him, watching him eat, with crooked eyes:
"Liar. It's definitely not as delicious as Sister Wantang's."
Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment.
Shen Zhiyi said:
"I know. She is with you."
Zhao Chen put down his chopsticks and looked at her.
Shen Zhiyi smiled, the smile was very light:
"You don't need to explain. I know everything."
She paused:
"But I don't care."
Zhao Chen was silent for a long time.
Then he took her hand:
"Zhiyi..."
Shen Zhiyi shook his head:
"Stop talking. We won't talk about this today."
She leaned on his shoulder:
"You came here today just to see me. Let's stay well and don't think about anything."
Zhao Chen said no more.
He just hugged her gently.
Outside the window, the city lights are bright.
That night, they did nothing.
We just leaned together and talked a lot.
He talked about the books she had read recently, about the places he wanted to go, about his childhood, and about his dreams for the future.
There is no Henglong, no Lu Shen, no Lin Wanqing, no press conference.
There were only two people and a bowl of noodles.
The next morning, when Zhao Chen woke up, Shen Zhiyi was no longer around.
He sat up and heard gentle movement from the kitchen.
When I walked out, I saw her putting omelettes on a plate, with toasted bread and hot milk beside her.
"Are you awake?" She looked back at him, "Hurry up and eat. Are you going to the company at eight o'clock?"
Zhao Chen looked at the time - seven fifteen.
"Why did you get up so early?" he asked.
Shen Zhiyi said:
"I'm afraid you'll be hungry."
She placed the plate on Dining Table:
"Have a good press conference. Don't be nervous."
Zhao Chen looked at her.
The sun shone in through the window and fell on her face.
She has no makeup today, her hair is tied up casually, and she is wearing home clothes.
But in his eyes, it looks better than ever.
He walked over and hugged her gently:
"Thank you."
Shen Zhiyi patted him on the back:
"Eat quickly. After eating, you have to deal with the reporters' tricky questions."