The richest man Yang Fei

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After entering the elevator, Yang Fei asked, "What's the matter?"

Chen Mo said: "A staff member complained to her that she was always late for the past two days. I told her that if this continues, she will have to be dismissed."

Yang Fei said thoughtfully, "Turn around, give me her information."

The richest man Yang Fei

The richest man Yang Fei

Chapter 1370 High fever

This meeting, once opened, is a day.

Yang Fei was really a little scared.

After the meeting ended, Yang Fei refused the banquet.

Yang Fei said to Xu Hui: "If there is another meeting like this in the future, just come and I won't attend. After the meeting, just report to me."

"Okay, boss." Xu Hui used to be the boss of a state-owned enterprise, and he was used to sitting in the office and this kind of long meeting, so it didn't matter.

Yang Fei pays attention to efficiency. He holds meetings in the company. Except for extraordinary times, his meeting time will not exceed two hours. Most of the meetings are completed in about half an hour.

At night, Yang Fei was reading in the study, when he heard Chen Mo's shout from outside: "Yang Fei, Yang Fei!"

Yang Fei put down the pen in his hand and walked out, but he didn't see her.

"Yang Fei!"

The yelling came from the shower.

"I'm here!" Yang Fei replied.

"What's the matter, why is there no hot water? Please help me, it's so cold!"

"Uh?"

Yang Fei checked it and said with a smile: "You are also a talent, the water heater outside was not turned on, so you went in."

"Oh, isn't the water heater turned off?"

"I guess it was powered off for a while, so it was turned off? I don't know. Try again, is it there?"

"Hmm, yes."

Yang Fei suddenly realized that after Su Tong went back, he and Chen Mo were the only ones left to live?

The past, the past, suddenly came to my mind.

He shook his head, trying to drive away the flood of memory images.

Back in the study, Yang Fei couldn't calm down anymore.

He only smoked when he was thinking, but now he couldn't help lighting a cigarette and came to the balcony.

Thousands of lights, shining brightly.

Yang Fei called Su Tong, wanting to chat with her to drive away the demon-like memories.

Su Tong smiled and said: "My mother and I are playing mahjong, what's the matter with you? Touch! Twenty thousand!"

"..."

"Yang Fei? I won't tell you anymore, I'm busy here!"

"Okay then, let's play."

Putting down the phone, a vague sense of loneliness gradually engulfed Yang Fei.

Standing above the busiest street in this big city, Yang Fei's heart has never been so empty.

He suddenly doubted the meaning of life.

The more I think about it, the more my head hurts.

Yang Fei has seen a movie. In the future world, time is artificially controlled. Everyone can buy, sell and consume time freely. Rich people can buy unlimited time and live for hundreds or thousands of years. .

However, some people are actually tired of living and are willing to give away their remaining hundreds of years to others for free.

Living too long is not necessarily a blessing, is it?

Perhaps, humans on Earth have long discovered the mystery of longevity, but some wise men sealed or destroyed it?

Yang Fei just lived one more life, and he felt more tired and more thorough than ordinary people.

He felt like a big hammer that weighed a thousand catties, his body only weighed a hundred catties, but his mind weighed a thousand catties.

Yang Fei leaned on the recliner, letting his heavy eyelids close slowly.

Chen Mo put on her clothes, wiped her wet hair with a towel, and knocked on the door of Yang Fei's study.

The door of the study was not closed, and she saw that there was no one inside.

She was doubting herself when she saw Yang Fei lying on the balcony.

"Yang Fei?" Chen Mo walked over and said with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Fei didn't answer.

Chen Mo approached and asked in surprise, "Why did you fall asleep here?"

Yang Fei still didn't answer.

Chen Mo pushed his hand, feeling the back of his hand was hot.

She reached out to test the temperature of his forehead again.

"Oh, you have a fever!" Chen Mo shook Yang Fei.

Yang Fei woke up suddenly, smelling a pleasant scent of shampoo.

"Yang Fei, you have a fever and your forehead is so hot." Chen Mo helped him up with concern, "Go to the hospital to have a look?"

"It's okay." Yang Fei propped his forehead with his hands, feeling dizzy, and his throat was dry and dry, "Take a pill and sleep for a while."

"I want a drink of water." He said weakly again.

Chen Mo quickly poured him a glass of water, took out the cold medicine, and said, "Yang Fei, the fever-reducing medicine is gone, wait a minute, I'll go down and buy it."