Movie Compilation: I, Meng Yanchen's father, the overlord

"I beg your pardon."

Meng Yanchen's body trembled, and his eyes instantly dimmed.

"Well..."

He hung his head and turned to leave.

At this time, Fu Wenying hurried out of his home.

"What for? You're the opposite, aren't you? "

"Whoever dares not let him go home, I will let you go now!"

The bodyguard turned to Wen Ying and said, "Madam, you call the chairman, as long as the chairman agrees, we will let Gongzi in immediately!" "

"If you don't have a chairman, you can't enter!"

"Okay, okay, I'll call him!"

Fu Wenying was angry and called Meng Huaijin.

It's just that before the phone rang twice, it was directly and ruthlessly hung up.

Seeing this, the bodyguard looked apologetic.

"Madam, I'm sorry, Meng Gongzi can't enter."

"Meng Gongzi once said in front of the chairman that he didn't rely on a penny from his family, and he hoped that Gongzi would not hit himself in the face!"

"Okay, I see."

Meng Yanchen sighed and looked at Fu Wenying.

"Mom, don't work in vain, I'll just go."

When the words fell, he left in shame.

Looking at his son's departing back, Fu Wenying was distressed and stomped his foot angrily.

She couldn't figure out why Meng Huaijin wanted to do this.

Does he have to make a fuss and a family that can't be destroyed?!

......

N district metro station.

At the end of the rush hour, there are still so many people coming and going on the downtown line.

Meng Yanchen leaned against the corner of the rear of the subway, looking at the wireless extension tunnel outside the rear window, and his heart was very confused.

He had never felt so intuitively how far his home was from the city center and how huge it was.

And how small his own existence is.

On the side seats, several students sat next to each other, discussing the plan of playing.

Beside them, a young couple, carrying a stroller, discuss their hopes for the future.

On the other side, several white-collar workers off work are complaining about the unkindness of their leaders.

These sounds, along with the magical scraping sound of the subway, swept past Meng Yanchen's ears and spread into the distance.

Everyone seems to have their own expectations and destinations, and everyone has their own liveliness.

But this has nothing to do with Meng Yanchen.

Not long ago, he was still sitting in his luxury car, pointing out the company's affairs and feeling his value.

Now, he Meng Yanchen seemed to have suddenly broken off the connection in this world, and in an instant he became a marginal person who was dispensable.

Drip——

The sliding door of the subway car opened, and Meng Yanchen fled and walked onto the subway station.

Picking from a few gross tickets in his pocket, Meng Yanchen took the one-way ticket he had just learned to buy, and walked the streets of 590 hearts in N City with his own feet.

The center of N is still unchanged, still modern and modern, with tall buildings.

In the night, the neon lights are a little dazzling.

This was already a familiar scene for Meng Yanchen, a scene that could no longer be familiar.

But in the eyes of Meng Yanchen now, it was not the original taste.

He clearly felt that the "line of sight" of these buildings was completely different from before.

That's a top-down line of sight.

These skyscrapers, now like giant mischievous children, half-crouched on the horizon, watching the flow of traffic.

It's like watching ants march in line.

And he Meng Yanchen is also a member of the ants.

Impotent.

Meng Yanchen was not a three-year-old child, and he naturally knew where his emotions came from.

Maybe Meng Yanchen is just a son-in-law with a good life.

After the aura of the Meng family fades, the true self will only be trampled under the feet of this city.

Sheltered and penniless, like a bud exposed to a rainstorm.

A huge amount of confusion swept over, and Meng Yanchen felt a slight retreat in his heart.

At this time, honestly admit his mistake with his father, can he still return to his previous life?

Meng Yanchen stood in place, reaching for the mobile phone in his trouser pocket.

But he suddenly remembered his father's immortal expression.

And that almost severed economic regulation.

A breath of anger floated again.

Since he had already made a poisonous oath, he would never let go of this until the oath was completed.

What if you don't have money?

He still wants to live to show him!

Meng Yanchen took a breath and jerked towards the destination he had planned earlier.

......

Meng Yanchen never thought in his life that he would come to this place.

I didn't expect to use this place.

Looking at this golden decoration, you can tell at a glance that it is a high-class place.

It's just that most of the people who come and go here are the end of high society.

N Pawnshop.

Meng Yanchen dispersed the sweat on his body and prepared to walk into it.

Walk up the stairs and rub shoulders with a man of the same age.

Inadvertently, he glanced at the man.

A pair of deep-set eye sockets stared at her, and the look inside was cloudy.

It's like mockery, it's like self-deprecation, it's incomprehensible.

However, Meng Yanchen was terrified when he saw it, and hurriedly turned his head and hurriedly walked inward.

Because the man was wearing a similar suit to him.

......

"Hello, sir, may I ask for your name?"

"Meng Yan... River. "

Turning around and walking to the counter, Meng Yanchen felt very nervous.

The sweat dripped from my hands, and I couldn't help thinking about what I was going to pawn.

Now he only has a few gross tickets all over his body.

The few things that were valuable were this suit and a pair of leather shoes.

And, on the day of the bar mitzvah, Meng Huaijin gave him the Cartier Crash watch for 1.5 million US dollars at the Hong Kong auction.

This was followed by another customization, engraved with four words.

Intimate clothes are naturally impossible to take down and sell, and although it is called a pawnshop, it does not collect everything.

And today running around, people are dirty when they take it off, and it's not worth much money.

Then there is only this watch left.

Meng Yanchen touched his wrist and felt the familiar touch, very reluctant.

This watch is his father's expectation and expectation for him, and to this day, the words "Kun Guo Yanchen" are still engraved on the back of the watch.

But if you don't change, your livelihood will be in question.

In fact, I haven't eaten a grain of rice today.

Who would have thought that Brother Gongzi, dressed in clothes worth tens of thousands, could only use ten yuan gross receipts in his pocket?

Gritting his teeth, he took off his watch and handed it to the opposite counter.

A hand reached out and put the watch away.

The shutters of the pawnshop are basically closed, and once the watch is on the opposite side, it is not known what will happen next.

During this time, it is mandatory and so on.

The time to check the table is generally very long, and contacting the manufacturer and checking the order number are very cumbersome processes.

Meng Yanchen sat down, ready to fight a protracted battle, and quietly waited for the time to pass.

But within a few minutes of sitting down, a waiter came over with a set of tea sets.

The black tea was placed in a wooden tray, and on the side, were several high-quality sugar cubes, and a watch that returned to Zhao.

This?

"Excuse me...?"

Meng Yanchen couldn't react for a while, and kept the attendant, so he wanted to ask the reason.

But before he could finish speaking, a clear voice interrupted him.

"It turned out to be Meng Gongzi, the bank did not entertain well, I hope you understand."

A high-dressed industry worker, with a business smile, said hello cordially.

Followed by a blonde foreigner with a hooked nose, the two slowly walked out from the backstage and came to Meng Yanchen.

"Thankfully, you are?"

"I am the manager of the bank, and my surname is Tang."

"This is a French Cartier first-class watchmaker, Master Blu."

Guild manager? A watchmaker of the first class?

Meng Yanchen was confused for a while, not knowing what these two people were looking for themselves.

The manager also seemed to pay attention to Meng Yanchen's puzzled face, and slowly explained:

"To tell you frankly, we can't take this watch."

"Can't take it? Aren't you a state-owned enterprise? "

Meng Yanchen was a little stunned, unable to believe his ears.

A watch, actually stuck a guild?

"You are right, that's right, but this watch is not circulating in the market, but a customized model that Mr. Meng Huaijin obtained from the Hong Kong auction and went to the Cartier headquarters to make an appointment."

"The equivalent price of RMB is about nine million."

"For details, you can ask this Master Bru next to me." (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

The foreigner took off his hat and nodded as he thought of Meng Yanchen.

"This volume is too large, and there are many procedures that must be followed, especially if the person who made the appointment of the year, Mr. Meng Huaijin is present, the transaction can be established."

"So I'm sorry, although you nominally own this watch, but..."

Hearing this news, Meng Yanchen was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

One is shocked by the true value of this watch, and the other is surprised by his father's handwriting.

His father's expectations and love for him back then have now become a strange chess game that will kill him.

Meng Yanchen left the pawnshop with a complicated expression.

After walking out for a few miles, the expression on his face could no longer be strained.

Twisted and deformed, it becomes painful.

Drinking tea on an empty stomach intensified hunger, and violent protests came from the belly.

Meng took out his pocket, and in his right hand, there were only two green tickets on the pocket watch worth tens of millions.

Not even enough money for instant noodles.

End-of-life hunger.

For most modern people, this is a difficult concept to grasp.

For Meng Yanchen, a rich second generation, it is a rare experience.

An unprecedented pain roared in his belly, tormenting him like never before.

When he used to work in the company, he was not hungry in order to complete the project.

But the feeling at that time was completely different from now.

At that time, no matter how hungry he was, a delicious meal awaited him afterwards.

Now, after starving, he was engulfed in despair with no end in sight.

Exhaustion.

At the calf, a soreness struck violently.

He had already walked too much tonight, and coupled with the effect of hunger, Meng Yanchen only felt extremely hungry at the moment.

I didn't care about the image, and I slumped down on a staircase.

The cold and hard touch of the ground pierced, but Meng Yanchen felt that this was not much different from the leather sofa.

There was so much going on during this time that he was so tired that he needed to find a place to regain his mentality.

Why is it like this?

Meng Yanchen recalled the conversation with his father in the morning.

I couldn't help but want to slap myself at that time.

Half?

Fifteen million?

Meng Yanchen looked at the watch, and then at the last two dollars in his hand, and couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh.

......

The gentle breeze blew away some beads of Meng Yanchen's sweat.

Feeling that his strength had returned, Meng Yanchen took out his mobile phone and flipped through it.

His own physical assets are completely gone, but at least he still has these resources.

Open the phone directory, and there are dozens of partner phone numbers lying quietly inside.

These people are usually connected by him, and the two sides have cooperated for many years and have mutual interests.

Even many people were promoted to high positions because of his blessing.

In this case, he is now down, and it is not impossible to talk about collecting some personal debts.

I have assisted the operation of Guokun Company for many years, and I still have a set of means for the company's operation.

Although I don't have a background now, my work experience is still rich.

As long as the posture is lowered, it is not difficult to find a next home.

Thinking of this, Meng Yanchen took action.

Turn on your phone and select a candidate.

This person is the longest cooperative with him of all his partners, and he intends to support.

At that time, I even gave him several projects with millions of dollars.

This opportunity directly caused their company's market value to skyrocket.

To this day, Meng Yanchen still remembers that at the celebration banquet that day, he drank too much and pulled himself to worship.

Maybe there will be a drama.

Meng Yanchen thought about it and dialed the phone.

Just dialed, the phone was instantly answered, and on the other end, a familiar and kind voice rang urgently.

"Ouch, Mr. Meng, what wind is blowing you here in this big night?"

"Is there anything important? Or do you have another project to take? "

"Is it a project of project money?" Little brother, I have long been ready! Just waiting for you Cathay to enter the game! "

Meng Yanchen faced a series of questions and looked a little embarrassed.

But the calls were all out, and I had to bite the bullet.

"Well, it's neither, it's me who personally has a private matter that I want to find you."

"Private matters?" The other side of the phone seemed a little shocked to hear the news.

"Yes, don't call me President Meng, just call me Xiao Meng.

"Well, well, I have now jumped from my original company and want to work in your company."

"By the way, just arrange a president for me, and the salary will follow the normal basic salary."

The other side seemed to be unable to react for a while, and actually did not speak for a minute.

Meng Yanchen was a little flustered, now he had no ambition to earn fifteen million at all, he just wanted a job and a living.

The phone I held did not sound again until two minutes later.

"Eh, Brother Meng, how much do you still know about Guokun's internal information?"

This time, his voice was much cold, obviously to set up the news, Meng Yanchen suddenly felt a little unhappy.

No matter how this Guokun is also his own industry, even if his sister's request is ignored, he can't sell his company's intelligence to outsiders for his own desires.

And now Guokun shuffles very quickly, and since my father rectified Guokun, Guokun's various intelligence has been updated rapidly.

He Meng Yanchen simply didn't have time to write them all down, let alone the files involving the inner workings of Guokun.

These files are now in the Guokun Archives Room, and with his current identity, it is simply impossible to get them now.

"Well, I'm white now, and I don't know much about this."

"However, I still have the ability to work and work experience, so you can rest assured."

Meng Yanchen said very sincerely, but the other side fell into a deathly silence.

After a while, the voice sounded again, but this time, it was neither enthusiastic nor cordial, just simple haste.

"Erm..."

"Sorry, Brother Meng, it's not that my brother doesn't want to, the economic situation is not good during this time, and our company can't turn around now."

"I'm still laying off employees these two days, you know what I mean."

"I still have some things, hang up first, I'll help you pay attention to it later."

After hurriedly speaking, he cut off the phone and caught Meng Yanchen off guard.

I made another phone call and found that it was already a busy line.

Damn it.

Meng Yanchen didn't expect this guy to be so desperate, so many years of contact, no feelings at all.

What that meant was that I didn't want to ignore him at all and let him let go gracefully.

After all, what else is there to be busy on this big night?

Meng Yanchen made a few more phone calls, all of them partners in ordinary business dealings.

Although there was no hope, it really chilled Meng Yanchen's heart.

Originally, these business partners were very excited, and asked Meng Gongzi, what are the instructions, is there any big activity of Guokun Group?

"I hope to give me a salary, and the president can."

"Ahaha, Meng Gongzi is joking, you are the son of Guokun Group, the successor of the 100 billion Group, don't make fun of us small companies."