Seeing the world in a grain of sand,
Find paradise in a flower.
Hold infinity in your hands,
A moment is eternity.
——William Blake, "Naive Prophecy"
"I have a guess now." Luo Binhan said during breakfast. "A wealthy daughter whose parents died, inherited a huge fortune, pretended to be just an ordinary girl, and met a pretty good-looking poor boy. Her relatives were very fond of her and She was very strict about her property, but her best friend helped her cover it up, giving her the opportunity to date the boy, and eventually they got married secretly. But what she didn't know was that all of this was actually planned. The poor boy she met by chance and Her best friends had always been lovers. They planned the chance encounter, and the wealthy daughter herself wanted to use marriage to escape the control of her relatives. What she didn't expect was that not long after the marriage, her husband caused an accident Kill her so that he can inherit her family property and marry her best friend. Her ghost lingers under the tree until a passing Nazi fugitive from the distant star makes her into an artificial intelligence - this is Why is there a female ghost in my safe?”
Zhou Yu's eyes were half-open and half-closed, maintaining an expression that seemed serious but was actually completely blank. Although his eyes were directed at Luo Binhan, he might have gone somewhere else.
"Um."
"Did you hear what I was saying?" Luo Binhan asked, "Didn't you hear a word?"
"There's a female ghost in your closet."
"It's the safe. The female ghost is in the safe. The man-eating mud monster is in the closet. Remember? If you go to my house to get something, remember not to touch these two places."
"Um."
"There is also a female ghost." Luo Binhan continued, "Actually, I don't know what happened to her. She read a poem to me. I checked it on the Internet. It was written by an Englishman. A romantic poet. I don't know. What exactly does this mean? The last time I encountered a romantic poet must have been in ancient poetry fill-in-the-blank. The point is, she read a poem written by this poet, at least I think it was this one. I went to search for this poem. There is something special about poetry. As a result, I only found one suspense book that used this poem."
"So, was it written by the female ghost in your bedroom?"
"Of course not. That book was also written by a British writer, and it must have been fifty or sixty years ago." Luo Binhan held on to the juice bottle that Zhou Yu almost knocked over, "But what if her experiences during her lifetime were exactly the same as this book? Otherwise she would Why do you read that poem?”
Zhou Yu slowly retracted his arm. He didn't look that bad today, but he kept wandering away, as if he hadn't woken up from a dream. When he reached for the handle of the juice bottle in a daze, Luo Binhan visually determined that he was at least five centimeters away from the target.
"Maybe she just likes the content of the poem itself." Zhou Yu said while trying his best to keep his eyes open.
"There must be something here." Luo Binhan said with conviction, "A conspiracy. An absolute conspiracy."
"……Um."
Zhou Yu's agreement sounded lackluster. Luo Binhan attributed it to sleep problems. He temporarily put aside the secret of poetry and looked at Zhou Yu suspiciously. "How is the project you participated in going?"
"Well, something happened yesterday."
"Another experimental dog escaped?"
Zhou Yu shook his head and rubbed his eyes with his index finger under his glove. Now Luo Binhan is used to seeing him wearing gloves all the time.
"There is something wrong with the volunteers participating in the project. Originally, this person's genetic disease has not relapsed for a long time. Recently, due to an accident, it has a tendency to relapse. Until he fully recovers, other things can only be put on hold. .”
"Can't you find someone else to replace him?"
"Typical cases are difficult to find. Moreover, if a suitable treatment plan is not found in time, his life will be in danger. This matter requires me to spend more time."
"Pity." Luo Binhan sighed without sincerity. He has not yet completely come out of the mystery of poetry, not to mention this is not the first time he has heard news about an endangered patient from Zhou Yu. There were too many similar stories, and he sometimes doubted whether Zhou Yu would really feel sad for the patient's death. Zhou Yu will do his duty, he can only guarantee this.
After breakfast, Zhou Yu left in a hurry. When he went out, he almost put on the wrong shoes of Luo Binhan, which made the latter feel that today might not be a good day for Zhou Yu to go to the operating table. He could only pray that Zhou Yu knew the right measures to avoid becoming another medical worker hanging in the duty room.
Tie Gou waddled out of Zhou Yu's bedroom and jumped onto the dining table to inspect the leftovers. Luo Binhan threw a few nuts to kill it, giving himself some time to clean up the mess. And he had plans for the rest of the morning.
He has taken his old laptop to Zhou Yu's home. After a bunch of messy program updates and system checks, the project plans, meeting minutes and financial reports accumulated two and a half years ago are still lying on the hard drive. Nan Mingguang kept his promise and hasn't let a business call come to him yet, but that doesn't mean that he really has nothing to do. All the company network groups he joined were flashing with new news. In the past two years, they had changed some approval and collaboration processes, allowing Luo Binhan to see more information from the preparation stage of historical projects. He also found that Nan Mingguang had given him several new approval authorities, which seemed to imply that there were two new branches waiting for him to contact. Of the four senior executives he was familiar with in the past, there are now only two left, and there are three names he doesn't recognize. He would definitely have to have a meeting with these people within two weeks.
Various documents have been sent to him during the approval process. Luo Binhan didn't order any of them because Nan Mingguang didn't ask him to do so. Instead he turned his phone over and pushed it aside so he could concentrate on reading the old document in his notebook.
He had to start looking at documents from two and a half years ago. Even if they were all outdated, he still had to get back the feeling of working from these familiar charts and data. Annual financial report. wealth assessment report. Equity Transfer Agreement. Annual cost estimate analysis. Product patent application plan. Application forms for professional recruitment positions... He opened them one by one, trying to figure out what situation he was facing two and a half years ago. Who was he supposed to have a conference call with? Will this "Song" still deal with him now? What confused him the most was the recruitment plan. He couldn't remember the reason why the General Management Department applied to recruit an artist two and a half years ago. It makes absolutely no sense. If they really have temporary needs, they can apply for a fund instead of creating an additional position that remains idle all year round. Besides, personnel applications from the general management department of the head office should not be signed by him. Before he left, he only dealt with the marketing department at most.
There must be some other reason. Maybe someone’s child needs a resume for a school internship, or some weird cost accounting report makes them realize that hiring a few more low-wage jobs under current policies would be more cost-effective. These reasons will not be kept in the public process, and they cannot be found in his chat records. If he wants to know what is going on, he has to interview Nan Mingguang.
He closed the application, not wanting to get too nervous about it. There are too many documents with no beginning or end. Before boarding the Silence, there were two subsidiaries in the catering industry that were basically managed by him. They were all acquired in the early stages, and their brands are relatively stable in the local area. There is not much room for improvement, and there will not be a sudden major crisis. In fact, Luo Binhan thought that they would be the same without him. What could he possibly have to worry about with two established restaurant chains? Unless a serious epidemic breaks out now that makes people afraid to go out to eat, then the entire group can fall into a serious cash flow crisis. But that's too fanciful. He had never encountered anything like that in his life. Fortunately, it hadn't happened. Otherwise, he might not have seen Zhou Yu at all in the past two months.
Black swans do not exist. The order of life does not change according to his fantasies. He also counted several other companies related to him. Most of them are small in size and have various uses. Some are set up for asset management and tax planning, while others are the result of some members of the family being overly enthusiastic about investing in new things. He serves as director of a children's art training center and director of business relations at another software development company. He visited these two companies no more than ten times, and would only look at performance reports regularly or take time to chat with product developers. He felt in his heart that most of these entrepreneurial projects would not last long, but he was not an expert anyway, he was just a supervisor who was invited to manage some connections. He has hardly invested in any projects and only holds a small amount of indirect shares in a local pharmaceutical company in order to get some inside information for Zhou Yu. He has never really cared about investment and financial management, he just pretends that he is passionate about it. But no one has ever doubted him, because many people who are really passionate end up earning about the same as him.
The mouse scrolls loudly, and the bright white light of the document page flashes frequently between slides, making your eyes dry and your head dizzy. Luo Binhan stopped to adjust the brightness of the computer, and at the same time wondered what he was doing. He didn't really know anything, anything that could be considered a professional, and at the same time he was messing with everything. This was no different from his life on the Silence. He was indeed worried about something, but it didn't really require him to solve it. If there is a legal problem, he will go to the legal department to find a practicing consultant; if he needs to file a tax return, the people in the finance department will calculate the best solution for him; the business department is definitely more concerned about market profits than him, because of that matter Regarding bonuses and performance. And what about him? What does he know? He is only responsible for asking the secretary to find the person in need when needed. This entire system does not seem to require his existence, but has to make up many requirements in order to accommodate him. If the system is given a chance to think independently, it will definitely choose to optimize it instead of helping it make money.
But he really made a fortune in the pharmaceutical company in which he held shares. He found that this company had made a lot of money in two years, and the profits were astonishingly high. In fact, it has almost transformed from a struggling small and medium-sized enterprise into an industry leader in the region in two years, allowing Luo Binhan, as a minority shareholder, to benefit as well. Even if a sudden plague causes the entire group to collapse, he can still survive for a while with this small shareholding. He seemed to be Robinson Crusoe who returned from a deserted island and found that he had made more money while he was away.
Now Luo Binhan is interested in this company. He guessed that it was patented for some kind of special medicine, perhaps a new medical policy. It's hard to believe that in just two and a half years, health concepts across the region have changed significantly, but he lets it be a possibility. There wasn't much useful information on the Internet to tell him which guess was true. This pharmaceutical company was not a listed company, had no online marketing for users, and couldn't find much other public information. A low-key and mysterious company. He began to recall who introduced it to him, and his memory was a bit vague, but he could always find the answer from the stock transfer documents. There is no need to rush into it, because experience tells him that the truth behind brilliant performance is often either boring or ugly. Tolerating moisture in numbers is an essential life skill in their part of the world.
At noon, the alarm clock called him out of the mess of old documents. He remembered his plans for the afternoon, immediately closed the computer and called Momolo.
"Mr. Luo?"
"Old Mo," Luo Binhan heard the roar of the subway from his mobile phone, "Are you outside?"
"Yes, Mr. Luo. I have been playing with the children in the park this morning! What about you, Mr. Luo? Have you been with your family these two days?"
Luo Binhan glanced at his computer. "More or less," he said vaguely, "I've done some housework in the past two days. Is Yaleriga next to you?"
"I am the only one out today, Mr. Luo."
"Oh." Luo Binhan said, feeling a little surprised. Even though it was the last day, letting Momolo wander out alone didn't seem like a good idea to him. It was a bit like letting a seven or eight-year-old child wander the streets alone. Of course, at least in appearance, Momolo has passed the age most popular with traffickers, but there is nothing inappropriate for fraud and pyramid schemes. He wanted to advise Momolo to be careful on the road, but then he felt that this seemed funny. A carbon-based primitive animal less than thirty years old advises a great giant who has lived for thousands of years to be wary of hooligans on the roadside. Sounds pretty neurotic.
"Okay, you can play a little longer," he said, "but if anyone who looks particularly pitiful asks you to give him a little money, or wants to take you somewhere, don't say yes. And our plans for the afternoon, Remember? I’ll drive you there, so try not to be late.”
Momolo agreed quite obediently. Luo Binhan hung up the phone, imagining what would happen if Momolo was the protagonist of a tokusatsu drama. Monsters all over the universe suddenly rushed to Lihai City without thinking. A special forces team with less than a hundred people was ordered to be in danger. Momolo had to pick out a human body among these people, and then smashed several high-rise buildings in Lihai City every day. Will the government come forward to provide refugee resettlement and corporate compensation? Will the insurance industry develop new coverage for monster attacks? Sounds like a loss-making business. This will definitely be a huge blow to the city's population and economy. Momolo's kick can make a real estate developer lose all his money. It was very unromantic to ponder these details, and he found that he was facing not only monsters, but also bankruptcy and liquidation. Will there be any tourists in a city repeatedly invaded by monsters? How many people would be willing to move to a sparsely populated and non-strategic place? Then again, if the space monsters were really determined to exterminate the overpopulated hairless monkeys on this planet, they wouldn't have to attack densely populated cities and fight to the death with the space police. If he were a monster, he would target farms, rainforests, and Arctic and Antarctic ice caps around the world, or help one group fight another. There is always one bad thing that can end everything.
"There has to be one thing." He said to the iron hook lying on the sofa. The parrot raised its wings in a demonstration at him, as if it was saying "So what? I can fly" in a voice that sounded exactly like Jing Huang.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Momolo appeared in front of Zhou Yu's house on time. Wearing casual sportswear from a local brand, he looks a bit like a college student on vacation. His hair has turned into a slightly shorter color and is completely black. He looks destined to please older women. He even has a digital camera hanging around his neck.
"They didn't come with you?" Luo Binhan asked.
Momolo told him that Jing Huang and Yaleriga had other plans and would not return until night. "Will Mr. Zhou come tonight too?"
"He has other things. Some urgent work." Luo Binhan said casually, and his dissatisfaction was actually more than what he showed. It's not that Zhou Yu doesn't understand the current situation, nor is he completely unable to spare time, but when he mentioned this matter last night, Zhou Yu obviously didn't feel the need to attend. Not only did Zhou Yu think so, but Jing Huang didn't seem to think about whether he wanted to see Zhou Yu again. This really confused Luo Binhan, because he thought their relationship was pretty good. When he went to take care of Yu Xiaorong, Jing Huang even stayed at Zhou Yu's house. Doesn't that mean that Zhou Yu is Jing Huang's second contact person on this planet? Shouldn't they be waving to each other and giving gifts on farewell night? Obviously Zhou Yu and Jing Huang were different from what he thought.
He took Momolo to the underground garage and drove out the old sports car that he didn't know where he had found. The car has been well maintained, and according to Zhou Yu, his father has been paying the bills. Luo Binhan wondered if he would also have the opportunity to send a payment notice to Wuyuanxing.
Momolo happily got into the passenger seat and was driven to the back seat by Luo Binhan. "But then I won't be able to help you operate the weapon platform, Mr. Luo."
"No need." Luo Binhan said, "Fasten your seat belt. I haven't driven in more than two years."
"It's okay, Mr. Luo, I'll be fine!"
But the danger is not what Luo Binhan wants to prevent. What he wanted to prevent was Momolo reading traffic rules to him cheek to cheek while he was driving dangerously. Momolo did not guess his sinister intentions, but happily buckled his seat belt between himself and the empty seat next door. When he stretched his arms hard to fasten the seat belt of the passenger seat in front of him, Luo Binhan entered "Aries City Wetland Ecological Reserve" on the positioning bar of the driving navigation system.
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