Having traveled through time, shouldn't you make a splash in your life?

The middle-aged man politely asked, "Excuse me, is your boss, Ning Dongyang, here? My name is Lu Anwu, and I'm his employee."

Cheng Wenting looked Lu Anwu up and down. He didn't seem like a bad person, but she was still worried: "Wait a minute."

"Let me ask the boss if he'll see you."

Lu Anwu nodded: "Okay."

As he spoke, he stopped in his tracks and glanced at the women in the operating room. He felt that each one of them was more beautiful than the last, as if he had entered a beauty pageant.

Cheng Wenting ran up to Ning Dongyang in small steps.

"cough--"

Cough softly.

Ning Dongyang was so engrossed in the joy of learning that he was completely unaffected by the outside world.

"Cough cough cough—"

Cheng Wenting raised her voice.

Ning Dongyang was pondering a formula in the problem-solving process that seemed to be replaceable, which would save one-third of the steps.

Suddenly, I was interrupted by a cough. I looked up and saw Cheng Wenting coughing loudly.

Are you sick?

He put down the book he was holding and touched her forehead: "It's a little hot."

"You can't tough it out when you're sick. Go tell Sister Xiaoya to take a taxi to the hospital and get your medical expenses reimbursed. Remember to ask her for help when you get back."

"Wait, I'm worried about you going alone."

"I'll have Gan Lin take you there."

After Gan Lin's intimate contact with him, there was no need to wait too long; it would be most appropriate for her to take Cheng Wenting to the hospital.

Cheng Wenting's eyes reddened slightly.

Whenever she saw Ning Dongyang, she would always imagine his hand pinching her, and her face would flush with embarrassment. She wasn't sick at all.

Even though she wasn't sick, the concern she received made her suddenly wish she really was sick.

"Boss, no, not at all."

"I am not sick."

"One has arrived..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ning Dongyang rudely interrupted her: "Your face is burning red, and you keep coughing. Even I, who am not a doctor, can tell that you are seriously ill with a fever and cough."

"You're still being stubborn. You only consider yourself sick if you collapse on the ground?"

"wrong!!"

He stood up, grabbed Cheng Wenting's hand, pulled up her sleeve, and frowned deeply as he looked at the bruises: "Could it be infected?"

Cheng Wenting shook her head vigorously: "It won't cause infection."

"I'm used to it, I really haven't been infected. I've always been very resilient since I was a child."

"Boss, I'm not sick."

Seeing that Ning Dongyang was about to interrupt her again, she quickly said in a coquettish tone, "Boss, please let me finish."

"There's a middle-aged man at the door named Lu Anwu. He said he's your employee and looks like he's here to see you. I told him to wait at the door."

Ning Dongyang nodded: "I sent him."

He then placed his hand on her forehead again: "You can't fake that you're warm."

"Lu Anwu's arrival is a separate matter from your illness..."

Cheng Wenting stamped her foot: "Boss, I'm really not sick. My face is burning, yes, yes, it's just too hot in the shop."

"Oh right, and the cough, but that was a fake cough."

Ning Dongyang was puzzled: "Why would you fake a cough when you're perfectly fine?"

Cheng Wenting pointed to the books on the table: "Boss, you're more engrossed in your book than you are in looking at us girls. I faked a cough to wake you up. Didn't you say Lu Anwu was here?"

Ning Dongyang looked at her carefully: "You're not lying to me?"

Cheng Wenting subconsciously straightened up Xiong Da and Xiong Er: "Really."

Seeing that Cheng Wenting didn't seem to be sick at all, Ning Dongyang smiled, his gaze sweeping over her large and small breasts: "Of course I know it's true."

Feeling his gaze, Cheng Wenting recalled that scene again, and ran away in fright like a little rabbit.

He ran to the door and saw Lu Anwu still standing there, so he quickly said, "Our boss is waiting for you inside."

Lu Anwu thanked him and walked into the milk tea shop. He came to the window and stood opposite Ning Dongyang.

Ning Dongyang nodded: "Brother Lu, please sit down."

"Would you like a milk tea? Our milk tea is really good."

Lu Anwu smiled and said, "Then I'll follow the boss's arrangements."

Ning Dongyang raised his voice: "Sister Xiaoya, two cups of milk tea, one red bean and one 'Zhengqi Douyan'."

Ma Xiaoya replied, "Okay."

Soon, Cheng Wenting brought over two cups of milk tea. Ning Dongyang said to her, "Don't let anyone else come over during this time."

The herbal tea shop has four storefronts, totaling 160 square meters. Storage rooms, tea preparation areas, and restrooms occupy less than half of the space, with the remaining area filled with tables and chairs.

When things are busy, many people sit here and wait.

Ning Dongyang is not allowing anyone else to come, which means he has something to say to Lu Anwu. Cheng Wenting said "oh" and went to wait in front.

Ning Dongyang took a sip of red bean milk tea. To be honest, the red beans were cooked soft, sticky, and sweet today, which suited his taste perfectly.

"Brother Lu, how many old buddies have you contacted?"

Upon hearing Ning Dongyang's question, Lu Anwu scratched his head and said somewhat hesitantly, "Boss, the number of people is a bit..."

Ning Dongyang smiled and said, "The main problem is that time is tight. It's okay if we can't contact anyone. We'll take it slow."

"I'll say it again: any old brothers who are willing to come, the salary will be no less than 10,000 yuan a month, there will be an end-of-year bonus, and all five social insurances and one housing fund will be provided."

Lu Anwu scratched his head again: "Boss, it's not that we can't contact people, it's just that the number of people is more than we expected."

Ning Dongyang was taken aback: "Isn't having more people a good thing?"

"Seeing how conflicted you look, I thought no one was coming."

Lu Anwu used to run a security company. After it was dissolved, some of his old buddies went to work as food delivery drivers, shopping mall security guards, or community gatekeepers. They didn't make much money and it was a waste of their skills.

He called them one by one that day, and every single one of them agreed.

The number of people was unexpectedly large.

"Boss, you want even more people?"

Lu Anwu was unsure how many people Ning Dongyang needed.

Ning Dongyang originally wanted to say that there was no limit to the number of people.

After thinking it over, I decided to abandon the idea of ​​showing off and set a limit on the number of people: "I want all those under 10,000."

"puff--"

Lu Anwu quickly turned his head and spat out a mouthful of milk tea to his right.

Less than 10,000 people? Is that even human?

Those who knew them were security personnel; those who didn't might have mistaken them for armed forces. In a small foreign country, this would be enough to overturn the table.

"Boss, I only have 137 people."

He had initially thought the boss wouldn't be able to handle the large number of employees, but the number he recruited was only a fraction of what the boss had expected.

Ning Dongyang took a sip of his milk tea: "We really don't have enough people."

"Brother Lu, I have a plan, and I'd like to share it with you in advance. I'll be starting an investment company soon, investing in companies with potential."

"I will have Brother Lu lead the establishment of a security department to protect my investment company and the people around me. More than a hundred people are far from enough to make a breakthrough."

As the Gou system upgraded, the maximum amount of emotional points he could collect each time suddenly increased, and he gained tens of thousands of emotional points in the past day or two.

Gan Lin currently has an extra thousand emotion points every day. If he continues to work hard and leverages his strengths, he can help more women increase their favorability towards him to over one hundred.