But time cannot be affected by the will of a few people after all. Even if everyone in Baofei Group makes a great ambition, it cannot change any of the movements of time.

It still disappeared day by day.

In the middle of the moon, An Xiaohui came to Huashan Mansion Villa District. He was commissioned by Zhang Zheng and Meng Xingwen to discuss something with Shang Fuhai.

After the security team in Huashan Fudi Villa District is replaced by its own people, the biggest advantage is that its own people will not be stuck.

Someone took An Xiaohui to the outside of the lakeside villa.

On a cold day, Shang Fuhai would naturally not foolishly take his son to blow the northwest wind in the yard to watch the snowflakes fall.

After hearing Huang Wei say that An Xiaohui has come, Shang Fuhai quickly asked to bring the person in.

"Lao An, why are you here?" Before she could see anyone, Shang Fuhai shouted.

But when he saw the person, he was stunned.

"I said to Mr. An, what's going on with your hair?" Shang Fuhai was shocked.

An Xiaohui raised his hand and touched his head, and was about to cross the threshold of forty years old. Who knew that his black hair had a new look and had a face of seventy or eighty years old.

The corners of his eyes twitched twice, and An Xiaohui thought to himself, what's going on? How can you still not know anything about it?

The next moment, he said, "Boss, I want to go back now, so you should come back to the helm yourself. I can't hold on to this stress anymore."

"Good guy, you are so stressful." Shang Fuhai's expression was not exaggerated at all.

He pried open his fingers and calculated: "Mr. An, I have just been lifting the burden for two months, so you can't hold on?"

An Xiaohui sat down next to the sofa with his butt, and he waved his hand: "I used to have a boss who sheltered the wind and rain, but I really didn't think so. You let go of your hands and everything came, and all the pressure came."

"Is it so exaggerated? I still think you wanted me to retire early." Shang Fuhai said half-jokingly.

An Xiaohui said this was impossible.

But even he himself couldn't explain whether he really had this idea.

"Boss, you can't wrongly accuse me." An Xiaohui quickly cleared it away, he definitely couldn't admit it.

Shang Fuhai gave him a blank look: "I'm just kidding you, and I'm taking it seriously. OK, tell me quickly, what important task did you come here today?"

"It's still Mr. Zhang and Mr. Meng who asked you to come together. Is it so exaggerated?" Shang Fuhai stretched out his hand and gestured.

When An Xiaohui heard him ask this, he felt a headache: "Boss, you also know that Mr. Meng is still the chief executive of the Group's Thanksgiving Day party this year. She asked me to ask you, let's have two shows, this is the last time, and we can't be too thin."

"Mr. Zhang also said, boss, you can sing a song or dance at that time. Even if you go on stage and play a set of monkey boxing, it will be fine. Everyone will be happy together."

Shang Fuhai felt awkward the more he heard it. He said, "I'm watching me play monkeys!"

An Xiaohui quickly explained: "Boss, you can't think so, who dares them!"

"Everyone really can't bear to leave, boss, and I think I can leave a memory at this party." An Xiaohui said the more he felt more devoted to his feelings.

He remembered every little thing that monk Fuhai knew at the beginning. What was Shang Fuhai at that time? He could control Shang Fuhai at will.

Thinking back to the scenes of Shang Fuhai cheating and fooling him all the time seemed to be in front of him. He still remembers Shang Fuhai driving this Mercedes-Benz S350 over at that time, which made him think that this guy is very rich, but later he found out that the broken car was rented...

In just a few years, the young man in his thirties created an absolute miracle.

Thinking of this, An Xiaohui said: "Boss, if you come to perform at the Group Thanksgiving Day party every year in the future, it would be okay to have a show, but you have to make a promise in front of everyone on the day of the party."

"Lao An, you are trying to drive our army, you are so terrified!" Shang Fuhai scolded him angrily.

An Xiaohui did not deny it either.

The two shows were a little bit of a joke for Shang Fuhai. He was not nervous about this kind of performance, and he wanted to have fun. He was not pretentious and agreed on the spot.

"By the way, is this one thing? Do you have anything else?" Shang Fuhai asked him.

An Xiaohui shook his head: "It's gone, you may not understand it, boss. For us, this is the biggest thing."

This flattery is amazing.

Shang Fuhai didn't know what to say, his eyes were a little sour, he thought you were lying to me, tears came.

When An Xiaohui left, he hurriedly left with two shows from Shang Fuhai.

Just now, when the monk Fuhai was talking, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. He thought of a great program idea. He felt that he had to go back and tell Meng Xingwen about this idea and make this program.

There is really not much time left for them.

By the 12th of next month, it will be less than a month to complete the whole plan.

...

After An Xiaohui brought Harvest back to the Baofei Group Building, he quickly called Zhang Zheng and Meng Xingwen and asked them to come to his office as fast as possible.

While waiting, An Xiaohui felt that this was simply a torture. The two of them came too slowly.

Zhang Zheng and Meng Xingwen entered An Xiaohui's office with a little breath: "Dr. An, do you have something urgent to ask us?"

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Meng, I have a note that I just thought of. Let me tell you, the specific way to do it depends on your ability."

Meng Xingwen was very interested, and she said, "Dong An, what creativity should you talk about first."

"Glorious years!"

An Xiaohui said four words in a word.

But these four words have an indescribable flavor.

Both Zhang Zheng and Meng Xingwen were thinking about the deeper meaning of his four words, and they knew a little: "Is it about the group?"

"Dr. An, your creativity is great. I think we can make a video, and then accompany it with narration and music to tell you about the development history of Baofei Group, recalling the past and glorious years." Zhang Zheng also read a poem.

They are all smart people, he has done this before. An Xiaohui just led the beginning and understood.

Meng Xingwen thought more, and she said: "Instead of doing this, it is better to talk about the development of Baofei Group through the 'boss' in the eyes of others..."

"Gao Ming, Mr. Meng is more professional."

Before An Xiaohui could explain, Zhang Zheng was just a praise, and what Meng Xingwen said was indeed very good.

The three of them discussed in the office for more than half an hour. Zhang Zheng and Meng Xingwen both left with a new task with satisfaction.

An Xiaohui was thinking about what he had just discussed in the office alone, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was really good.

He began to recall every bit of the past. When he thought of the impressed part, he recorded it with a pen and prepared to turn it over to Meng Xingwen and Zhang Zheng to let them see how to add this paragraph.

Let’s talk about Zhang Zheng and Meng Xingwen, who are also very hard-working. After leaving An Xiaohui, they directly formed a small shooting team to be responsible for the shooting of this program, and are preparing to do it before the 12th of next month.

Shang Fuhai really didn't know that the whole Baofei Group was exploring its mind and presenting it to himself a special party.

During this period, he himself was also very touched, saying that it was impossible to let go.

I don’t know what happened, but his heart is always empty during this period and he is a little unhappy in his work.

"Dadadadadadada"

The familiar sound of impact came, and Shang Fuhai quickly turned his head and looked over. When he saw his grandfather slowly walked over with a crutch under his armpit.

Dr. Li Fan, wearing a white coat, followed by, stretching his hands out, not leaving Mr. Zhou Qingli, always preparing to help him if the situation is wrong.

Shang Fuhai didn't have the heart to think about anything else. Now he took good care of the people at home and said, "Grandpa, you're just right, why are you getting up again?"

"Hey, I can't lie down anymore, I can't sit still. I'm at this age and have a few years of good life. I can't move much while I can't move." Zhou Qingli said casually.

There was no fear of "death" on his face. This was an old man who had truly seen it.

Shang Fuhai was not happy to listen to these: "Grandpa, you can live until Yuanbao gets married, don't think about it."

"You monkey will coax me." Zhou Qingli slowly sat on the solid wood hard sofa next to her.

He asked, "Fu Hai, what are you thinking? I see that your eyebrows are all together."

Shang Fuhai didn't hide it from his grandfather and said to him: "Grandpa, tell me if I'm very pretentious, I decided to retreat, but I suddenly felt a little bored just now, and I didn't know what to do."

Dr. Li Fan listened next to him, but he didn't interrupt.

He had a scale in his heart. He always had his left ear and right ear to anything he heard at Shang Fuhai's house. Even if his family members were curious, he never said it.

Zhou Qingli said: "You actually haven't let go. Otherwise, you can stop doing it and do something else."

"For example, do some charity, don't you perform this in the news?" Zhou Qingli said with a smile.

Shang Fuhai nodded 'yes'.

"Fuhai, don't think too much. It's been a good time for this time." Zhou Qingli could tell at a glance that his grandson was perfunctory and not angry, and was still persuading him.

Two days later, Xu Jinxu came from Jicheng with his wife and children. The first thing he did was to buy his brother's original villa from Shang Fuhai.

One thousand five million, no divalent!

Shang Fuhai also made fun of him. He had been taking this villa for two years and finally paid taxes.

"Old Xu, what's going on in Jicheng?" Shang Fuhai looked at Xu Jinxu with an excited look. He was quite curious.

Xu Jinxing nodded repeatedly: "That must be done. You didn't see Ginza falling again!"

"It fell again..."

Shang Fuhai was speechless, and he was quite happy to see him fall. He said, "Old Xu, you are the Ginza general manager who has just stepped down."

"Yes, but what does this matter? Forget it, let's not mention them anymore, so as not to affect your mood." Xu Jinxu was so excited.
To be continued...