Chapter 292: Who Calls Out in the Middle of the Night

On Huanhai Road at night, Chen Jianhai was walking grumpily.

As a young man who loved to maintain his health with beer, goji berries, and ginseng, 10:32 PM should have been his time to lie in bed, play games, and watch funny videos to recharge.

Instead, he was called out by his female subordinate to work overtime and tour the night view of the hotels on Huanhai Road!

Annoyed by a small green weed obstructing his path, he suddenly lifted his leg and kicked it aside, shouting, "Get out of my way!"

In front of him, Wen Zifan stopped in her tracks, looked back at Chen Jianhai.

Chen Jianhai immediately put on a smiling face, "Look, just a little weed."

Wen Zifan's face instantly turned red with suppressed anger. She clenched her fists, looking like she wanted to hit him but was holding back. She turned her head and continued walking.

Since she twisted her ankle last time, Wen Zifan had either been scared or her injury hadn't healed, so she had stopped wearing high heels.

She now wore flat, clinking shoes every day.

Chen Jianhai used to see Wen Zifan's face when he turned his head. Now, he could only see the little bun on top of her head.

Every time, this made Chen Jianhai want to grab her bun and lift her up like a doll.

"Boss, although our hotel was the first to start renovations, the scale of the construction is quite large!"

"What if other hotels are fully renovated and beautiful by the time we open, but ours is still incomplete? What will we do then?" Wen Zifan asked worriedly.

She had been running to the tent every day recently, wanting to see the progress.

But the Ocean Star Renovation Company had put up barriers so tight that she couldn't see anything, making her so anxious that a pimple appeared on her forehead.

"Don't worry, it will be finished in time." Chen Jianhai replied lazily.

As he spoke, he yawned slowly, wiped the tears that had fallen from his eyes, and casually wiped them on his T-shirt.

"If the boss isn't worried, why are you?" Wen Zifan thought with a big mental eye-roll.

Because you don't worry, I have to!!

If the entire hotel, from top to bottom, were as lazy as you, it would have closed down long ago!

Under the dark, windy sky by the sea, the man and woman walked one behind the other.

One was contemplating how to pull the other's hair, while the other was thinking about how to make their boss less lazy and more motivated.

As they were both lost in thought, a cry that sounded like a pig being slaughtered broke the silence:

"Boss Chen, help!!"

Chen Jianhai and Wen Zifan continued walking without reacting.

A thought crossed both their minds: There are quite a few bosses named Chen in Nanjing.

The further they walked, the louder the shouting became, until a voice broke through, "Chen Jianhai!!"

If someone suddenly calls your full name in the street, they either want to beat you up or confess their love.

If someone calls your full name in the middle of the night, it might be a ghost calling.

"Who calls their dad in the middle of the night?"

Chen Jianhai cursed, seeing a person waving frantically at him from the entrance of a restaurant across the street.

"Boss Chen, help!!"

The assistant was almost in tears, finally catching Chen Jianhai's attention.

"I'll go see what's going on."

Chen Jianhai said, his long, sturdy legs breaking into a run across the pedestrian crossing.

…

"What's going on?!"

Chen Jianhai covered his nose, looking at Xu Yong who had fainted in the assistant's arms. He glanced at the red liquid on Xu Yong's shirt and mouth and exclaimed:

"How much red wine did he drink to end up like this?"

The assistant was nearly crying, "Boss Chen, Mr. Xu didn't drink red wine tonight; he drank white liquor."

"White liquor?" Chen Jianhai was puzzled, "How can white liquor come out red?"

At this moment, Wen Zifan, clinking in her flat shoes, ran across the road. Seeing the unconscious man on the ground, her face changed dramatically.

"Senior Brother!"

Wen Zifan, full of panic, reached out to pat Xu Yong's face and shouted at the assistant, "Call an ambulance!!"

"Vroom... Vroom... Vroom..."

The sound of an ambulance echoed through the street.

Xu Yong lay unconscious in the ambulance, an IV drip in his hand.

Wen Zifan and the assistant watched Xu Yong nervously, their faces filled with worry.

Chen Jianhai sat sullenly beside them, not understanding why he had to be in the ambulance too.

But you know,

Seeing the scene of the junior sister and senior brother together did evoke some interesting thoughts in him!

Chen Jianhai secretly observed with some gossip in mind, only to hear Wen Zifan angrily say: "Senior Brother has a bad stomach; why didn't you help him drink?"

Chen Jianhai mentally rolled his eyes. Look! How unreasonable women are.

How incompetent must you be as a boss to not drink when discussing business and instead let your assistant do it?

Then why don't you give all your earnings to the assistant!

Besides... we are all flesh and blood. Your senior brother has a bad stomach and can't drink; what about the assistant?

Double standards!

The assistant, with a bitter face, said, "I wanted to, but Mr. Xu wouldn't let me! If I could have helped, Mr. Xu wouldn't have vomited blood."

Chen Jianhai raised an eyebrow. This Xu Yong was a jerk, but at least he was manly.

"Xu Yong isn't one to suffer losses. What kind of meal would make him drink so much?" Chen Jianhai voiced his doubts.

The assistant hesitated, not wanting to explain.

But since Chen Jianhai called the ambulance and helped carry Xu Yong to the hospital, the assistant briefly explained the situation.

"So, did you close the deal?" Chen Jianhai asked curiously.

The assistant shook his head with a bitter smile.

Clearly, they had been tricked that night.

Chen Jianhai frowned but said nothing.

He had experienced Xu Yong's business philosophy before: either complete domination or utter failure.

If Wangchao Fisheries hadn't entered the market, it would be those four middle-aged bosses lying in the ambulance tonight.

People say harmony brings wealth,

But they also say business is like war, and one misstep can lead to total ruin, just like Xu Yong.

It was already late at night when they arrived at the hospital.

Chen Jianhai sat on a plastic chair in the hospital lobby, yawning one after another, tears streaming down his face, and his eyes red.

Anyone who didn't know better would think something terrible had happened to his family.

Meanwhile, Wen Zifan and the assistant were running around, completing procedures and calling doctors, sweating profusely from all the work.

Finally, the hospitalization procedures were completed,

Xu Yong lay unconscious on the hospital bed, pale and frowning, as if his stomach still hurt even in his sleep.

Chen Jianhai stood by the bed, sighing helplessly,

"Sigh, why did it have to come to this? I told you, it's better to share the wealth with everyone."