I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 594: greedy and hopeless

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Liu Xiangguo's phone was hung up, and Jiang Chenjian was almost lunchtime, so he set aside the matter at hand and pushed open the door and walked towards the elevator.

There are a total of 110 floors on the ground floor of the Future Man Building, of which 5 floors are dining spaces, with Chinese and Western food available. Funded by Guofurenren Group and contracted by well-known catering companies, it provides catering services for more than 6,000 employees throughout the building.

Futureman Group is rich, not only in the chairman ’s account, but also in the work life and account of each employee. Jiang Chen never treats his employees badly, and every year the bonus of Furen Group is so rich that he is outrageous.

The low cost of scientific research and unmatched market competitiveness have brought broad profitable space for the future Renren Group. For the company's employees, Jiang Chen only requires that they have the ability to accept new knowledge, and the most critical sense of belonging and loyalty.

Jiang Chen ’s office is located in the upper office space, which is the top floor of the whole building. If he dine in the company, he usually goes to the restaurant on the 100th floor. While overlooking the small island that changed because of him, he always felt that his appetite would be particularly good.

Eight mature Australian carbon-grilled steaks, a pasta, mashed potatoes with poached eggs, and a bowl of fragrant chicken and mushroom soup.

His special seat is near the left window. Because Jiang Chen always sits in this position, the employees in the company are tacitly reserved for the chairman. Respect will create a sense of distance. Although Jiang Chen ’s performance is close enough to the people, he can even be said that there is no bureaucracy, bureaucracy, and faction. However, employees still habitually leave such a distance between work and life.

This is reflected in the fact that every employee who met Jiang Chen would greet him warmly, and would be happy to chat with Jiang Chen during breaks, but no one would sit opposite him when eating. . If the restaurant is not crowded, no one will even sit near him. On the one hand, he was afraid of intrusively disturbing him, on the other hand, he was not sure if he needed it.

Of course, it may also be because of fear of heights, after all, this is a 100-story window ...

Jiang Chen joked this phenomenon as "the spirit of Wang Ba", but he didn't care about it, after all, he was a quiet person.

"Today's steak is good, it's a pity that Aisha is not here." After cutting a piece of beef into his mouth and chewing, Jiang Chen nodded in satisfaction.

Aisha has a soft spot for beef, but today she deals with ghost agent affairs on Crescent Island, so she does not appear in the Futuristic Mansion.

Jiang Chen was enjoying the scenery outside the window with all his eyes while sending delicious food to his mouth, the sound of high-heeled shoes gradually approached in his ears, and soon the man sat with his tray on his opposite.

Seeing that beautiful and cold face, Jiang Chen's fork paused for two seconds, but soon returned to normal and smiled at her.

"Eating here today?"

"Will I eat here all the time?" Xia Shiyu said casually, setting the plate on the table.

Fruit salad, corn soup, croissant ... no meat.

Seeing Jiang Chen staring at his dinner plate, Xia Shiyu tilted her head in doubt.

"Is there any problem?"

"Nothing ... are you full?" Jiang Chen asked with some embarrassment.

"Well, because ..." Because of sitting for a long time, the thighs are fleshy. Xia Shiyu couldn't say anything, so she couldn't open her mouth openly and swallowed the sentence back again , Change your mouth, "Appetite is not very good."

"Pay attention to your body, don't catch a cold." Jiang Chen urged while chewing.

It ’s so thin that you do n’t eat more. It ’s really worrying whether it will be blown away during a typhoon ...

I do n’t know what Jiang Chen thought at the moment. Xia Shiyu whispered after biting a small tomato.

"En."

Since the kiss at the last annual meeting, the two have n’t been eating and talking together for a long time. However, during the New Year's Eve dinner, although I didn't do anything, it miraculously pulled into the distance between the two.

After in-depth contact, you will find that Xia Shiyu, who is always cold on the face, is unexpectedly a good person. Sometimes Jiang Chen also felt that it was good to maintain the current relationship. Whether it is work or life, the two can talk without talk.

Although he also knows, this is impossible.

The two talked about work at work. Thinking of Liu Xiangguo's phone just now, Jiang Chen told her the conversation on the phone.

"We have to release the 1.4 billion market first."

When he said this, Jiang Chen smacked his lips. Although he said it lightly, he was very upset.

According to the statistical results published at the end of 2016, the number of Internet users in China has exceeded 700 million, which is one more circle than the entire population of the United States. Even if each user's Internet fee is set at 10 yuan per month, then there is a monthly income of 7 billion RMB, less than 12.9 billion US dollars a year. Assuming that providing 700 million users with wifi service requires 7 large quantum communication satellites, the annual maintenance cost is about 700 million. After deducting all other costs such as taxes, net income is more than enough to exceed $ 5 billion.

After all, Xinghuan Trading does not need offline outlets, recharge can rely on online banking, and only one account and APP are needed to obtain services. Labor costs and rent alone save a lot. Do not look at the telecommunications monopoly to make money, 15 years of revenue of 331.202 billion yuan, net profit is only 20.054 billion.

"I am the CEO of the Future Group, have you found the wrong person to discuss with?" Xia Shiyu teased.

The satellite WiFi plan is a project of Xinghuan Trading, and Xinghuan Trading, a military company that does not pursue direct profits, although it is listed in the business to serve the future group, whether it is equity or management rights Both are independent of each other.

"What does it matter? Anyway, the software maintenance service of the satellite WiFi plan is provided by Future Human Technology. And, I want to hear your opinion." Jiang Chen said.

"Domestic forces are intricate. My suggestion is to remain cautious and not to touch those interest chains with less energy." Xia Shiyu pondered for a moment and carefully proposed, "to avoid affecting our other businesses."

"That's why don't you put these more than ten billion dollars?" Jiang Chen sighed as he stuffed a small tomato into his mouth.

"Of course not," Xia Shiyu's red lips outlined a confident arc. "If the wifi of the Star Ring Trade covers the whole world and completely overhangs the Internet service provided by the submarine cable, can they refuse you?"

Jiang Chen was shocked when he heard Xia Shiyu's words, and then he smiled.

The two unexpectedly thought of going together.

Reject? Then you have to leave!

After using the meal, Xia Shiyu picked up a napkin and wiped the white salad dressing on her lips gracefully. Seeing Jiang Chen still dealing with steaks, she hesitated for a moment and said.

"Can I ... also ask you a personal question?"

"Ask." Jiang Chen said generously.

"What do you think of Aisha."

Jiang Chen's fork stopped, and some regretted that he had promised so readily.

"Is this a problem at work?"

"It's lunch break."

Close your eyes, Jiang Chen thought for a moment, and whispered that Xia Shiyu would never want to hear the right words.

"Important people."

A glance of sadness flashed in his eyes, and Xia Shiyu slightly lowered her gaze.

"So what do you think of me?"

Looking at her face, Jiang Chen said seriously.

"Important people."

In the black pupil, two distinct colors of surprise and shame intersect.

I do n’t know how to face such an answer. Xia Shiyu bit her lower lip, got up, and quietly picked up the finished plate.

When passing by Jiang Chen, she stomped him hard.

Ignoring Jiang Chen's exaggerated screams, she quickly walked away.

The paper napkin wiped the gray stains on the leather shoes, Jiang Chen looked at the slender back with a strange expression, and finally sighed.

Sometimes he feels that he is greedy and hopeless ... (to be continued.)