Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 518 Girls are the cutest creatures in this world

"Wei Sisong" is "Song Shiwei" [written backwards and with a homophone].

Double insurance; apart from Chen himself, no one else can recognize him.

There's no way around it; it's just that my work environment has made me habitually this cautious.

However, Sweetie and Professor Lu are in Los Angeles, which is about 15 hours behind China.

So what is "night in China" is actually "morning in Los Angeles." It's 11 p.m. in the capital now, which is 8 a.m. there.

However, when the call was connected, Song Shiwei's tone did not sound sleepy as if she had just woken up.

Gentle and cool, like frost flowers under the moonlight—it should be cool, but it makes a slight itch when it falls on your ear.

What time did you get up?

Chen asked curiously.

"A little after five o'clock."

Song Shiwei said.

Chen was taken aback: "So early?"

"Hmm, I can't sleep."

Song, the school beauty, replied calmly.

"Could it be that you can't sleep because you're thinking about calling me?"

Chen made a witty remark.

Song Shiwei did not answer, but asked, "How are things going with you in the capital?"

Chen had previously stated that his purpose in coming to the capital was to sign an advertising deal with CCTV and to resolve the shareholding dispute with Wan Da, but he did not mention the conflict with Zheng Weizhong.

Chen Zhe didn't want to rely on Song Zuomin's political resources from the beginning, and it was likely to be useless. In the end, he would still owe his "father-in-law" a debt in this relationship.

Why bother?

However, Chen Zhe did not answer either, but instead asked, "If you couldn't sleep, why didn't you contact me earlier?"

The aloof young woman on the other side of the ocean remained silent for a moment before softly saying, "I guess you're busy."

"So you're just going to wait like this?"

Chen sighed deeply.

Sweetie is actually very smart; she has her own set of principles for doing things in the fields of investment and business management.

After observing them, Chen felt that they were quite mature and rational.

But even the smartest girls seem to "become silly" when they fall in love.

It's hard to imagine that Sweet, who appears aloof and indifferent in public, waited quietly for over two hours just to avoid disturbing her busy boyfriend.

In a pitch-black room, or with stars outside, patiently gaze at the ceiling.

He must have been almost done with his work before he called back.

"Call me in the afternoon next time."

Chen then set a rule without any further explanation: "It's 2 PM here, and 11 PM in the US. We'll chat for two minutes before you go to sleep."

"Good~"

Song Shiwei sensed that her boyfriend cared about her.

Actually, Chen Zhe has spent a lot of time with Sweet Sister and has been able to figure out her little thoughts.

For example, when she's happy, even if her face doesn't change much, her tone of voice will convey it.

Take this "good" for example.

The clear, crisp voice should have sounded like a sinking ice anchor.

At this moment, the light, airy tone suddenly made the whole sentence lose its weight, transforming it into a dandelion floating in the air.

You can feel her relief from the simple syllables.

Indeed, girls are the cutest creatures in the world.

In fact, Song, the school beauty, has been showing more and more of her "personality" in front of Chen.

Besides happiness, there's also shyness, anger, mischief... and even an initiative kiss.

Chen Zhe is not only concerned about Sweet Sister, but also feels sorry for her having waited so long.

However, besides these two points, the last reason is:

I can always spare a few minutes when I make a call in the afternoon, and I don't have to take the huge risk of looking for a hotel at night.

Next, Chen told Sweet about everything that had happened recently.

His narrative skills were already very strong, and he vividly described the tug-of-war between him and the Wanta Group, making Song Shiwei feel as if she had personally participated in the entire negotiation.

Time slipped away unnoticed until someone on the other end of the receiver asked, "Chen Zhe?"

Professor Lu Manlu's voice.

"Yes."

Song Shiwei told her mother that she could now openly and honestly talk about her relationship with her boyfriend.

It feels so good, like the sun shining brightly on my skin without any shade.

Lu Man's reaction was the same as any other mother's.

"嘁~"

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Who's on the phone this early in the morning? Hurry up and wash up and eat. You're going to Caltech with your aunt today."

"Then I'll hang up."

Song Shiwei said.

"Let's go eat. I'm going to rest for a bit."

Chen joked again: "I'll go to the service center to top up your phone tomorrow, but you can only use the top-up credit to call me."

"Jiawen and I always communicate via text message."

Song Shiwei said in a low voice.

Sweetie means—I only call you.

Chen smiled with delight.

After hanging up the phone, Song Shiwei held the scalding hot phone and sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

Like savoring the sweet moments after watching a movie. This is something many girls in love like to do; they also like to scroll through all their chat history with their boyfriends from top to bottom.

Until Professor Lu came over and called again.

"Humph!"

Professor Lu snorted coldly: "You're just being wishy-washy. It's not like you're never going back to China. You can talk about it when you get back."

"Mother."

"what happened?"

"The Learning Network's advertisement is going to be featured on CCTV."

"...Fine, go ahead and go...What time is it? Have your aunt open an international channel service...Your aunt, she doesn't care about the country's development at all..."

……

Chen fell asleep in the hotel that night and was woken up by the alarm clock the next day. The driver was already waiting downstairs on time.

"Go to Yonghe Temple."

Chen got into the car, rubbing his eyes.

But after driving for a short while, he suddenly remembered something.

"Let's go to the Olympic Village!"

Chen said in a deep voice.

The driver was somewhat surprised: "Mr. Chen, the Olympic Village is a bit far from here. If there's traffic, it will take more than two hours to get there and back."

"go with!"

Chen said without hesitation.

He realized a loophole: he had never actually been to the 2008 Olympic Village and had no recollection of it whatsoever.

The driver saw Chen make a decision, and although he didn't understand why, he still turned the steering wheel and drove off.

Upon arriving at the "Olympic Village," marked by the five-ring logo at the entrance, Chen got out of the car under the blazing sun and strolled around for a few steps. Like a tourist, he stopped a volunteer to ask a few questions before getting back into the car and leaving.

However, when they were almost back at the courtyard house, Chen asked the driver to stop the car again.

"Xiao Gu."

Wan Da's driver's surname was "Gu". Chen said, "I'll drive myself for the next few days. I'll give you a break."

The driver paused for a moment: "Chairman Qu said that I should ensure your travel in the capital these days."

"unnecessary."

Chen waved his hand, and when the driver got out of the car somewhat nervously, he thought that he had done something wrong and made the young boss unhappy.

"My private phone number is on it."

Chen Zhe took out a business card and handed it over: "Master Gu drives very steadily. If one day you feel that the sandstorms in the capital are too strong and you want to go to the south to eat some lychees, you can contact me. Su Hui's car is also very easy to drive."

Master Gu was then relieved to realize that President Chen didn't dislike him; he just didn't want his private affairs to be seen.

Some bosses are like that.

Chen drove his S600 back to the courtyard house. It was almost 11 o'clock. After locking the car and entering the house, he found it was quite lively.

Besides Professor Kwan Wing-yee, whom I hadn't seen for two days, there were four well-dressed strangers.

Actually, they weren't just strangers; two of them were blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners.

Chen glanced at a middle-aged woman several times.

She was well-maintained, wearing a Givenchy lightweight trench coat and carrying a Prada handbag. She exuded a wealthy and dignified air, yet also possessed an elegance honed by long-term exposure to art.

Some of his features resemble Professor Lu's, but there are also obvious differences.

They were surrounding Yu Xian, trying their best to persuade him.

Cosplay seemed a bit embarrassed. When she saw Chen return, she could only pout helplessly.

"who are they?"

Chen asked the old lady.

"Staff of Pace Gallery."

Professor Guan explained, "They met me at the Organizing Committee yesterday, and came back today to try and persuade Yu Xuan to sign the contract."

"Oh~"

When Chen heard about this, he could understand why this group of people had such a strong artistic spirit.

"Wu Yu and the others said you were also in the Olympic Village last night?"

Professor Guan asked casually.

Chen glanced at the old lady's expression out of the corner of his eye and sensed that she wasn't suspicious; it was probably just a casual question.

"Yes, I'm in the East District."

Chen replied calmly, "It's the one with the circular fountain in the middle."

This was the "answer" he had just received that morning.

"Oh, I'm in the North District."

As expected, Professor Guan had no intention of continuing the conversation and went straight back to his room to look at the relevant materials for the opening ceremony.

The old lady wasn't neglecting her closed-door disciple; rather, she intentionally wanted Xianmei to have more contact with galleries and listen to their presentations.

Chen Zhe's voice was a bit noisy, and the two foreigners were probably French.

Speaking French is like having a hot tongue; it's fast and difficult to understand, and even a translator can't help.

"Don't you find it annoying on such a hot day?"

Wang Changhua walked over swaggeringly, hands on her hips, looking at the two foreigners.

"A little bit."

With a smile on his face, Chen said something inappropriate: "I don't know what they're babbling about. Let's just make them take out 20 francs and go to Quanjude to buy roast duck for lunch."

Chen was joking, but Wang Changhua, that blockhead, was somewhat tempted: "What reason could we use?"

"Isn't this simple?"

"Strategist Chen" shrugged and said, "The Empress Dowager borrowed so much back then, what's wrong with us charging some interest?"

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