Rebirth of the World’s Richest Man

The reason why life is beautiful is because of regrets and madness...

If a person has not been crazy once in his life and is very rational every time he makes a decision, then it is not exciting enough.

The long black hair spreads out like a waterfall...

The eyes are looking forward to, and the water is flowing. The plain bones are condensed in the ice, and the soft green onions are dipped in the snow. I still remember the deep meaning of dividing the melon.

The flower path has never been swept by visitors, and now the gate is opened for you.

That night, Jiang Xiaobai had a dream, a wonderful dream, and an unforgettable dream.

He didn't see the person in the dream clearly, but he felt that the other person's figure was somewhat familiar.

But he couldn't see the other person's face clearly. It was blurry, as if through a layer of mist. He tried very hard to see who the other person was, but he couldn't see clearly.

The spring breeze blows gently, and waves appear on the river. The ups and downs of the body are like waves coming in. Sometimes it is gentle, sometimes it is turbulent, sometimes it is necessary to lower your head and bend over, sometimes it is like a cave.

The sea water laps at the shore, emitting soft and charming beautiful syllables.

When Jiang Xiaobai woke up the next morning, the sun penetrated the curtains and filled the entire room.

He looked at the messy bed, the wrinkled shirt on his body, his messy hair, and the smell of sweat and alcohol mixed all over his body.

Jiang Xiaobai felt his head hurt, so he sat up against the bed, grabbed the cigarette on the bedside table, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

I drank too much last night. I can't remember how I came back. It was either Li Longquan or Zhao Xiaojin and Song Xin.

There is no doubt about this.

But last night’s dream? Could it be that I have been out for a long time, but no, I have only been out for a few days!

You just went out, why would you have such an erotic dream?

And this dream was so real. Fortunately, although my clothes were wrinkled and a little messy, I was still wearing them. Otherwise, I might have really thought it would be true.

It was just a dream, Jiang Xiaobai didn't think much, and was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Bang bang bang."

"Who?"

"Director Jiang, I am Zhao Xiaojin." Zhao Xiaojin's clear voice sounded from outside the door.

Jiang Xiaobai got out of bed and opened the door to Zhao Xiaojin.

As soon as Zhao Xiaojin entered the door, he frowned and said, "Dr. Jiang, what does your room smell like?"

With that said, Zhao Xiaojin opened the curtains directly. Open the window to ventilate Jiang Xiaobai's room.

"What does it smell like? It smells like wine. Why do you have the nerve to ask? Yesterday was Song Xin's birthday, but you drank too much of me." Jiang Xiaobai said with a dark face.

"I... have the oldest birthday, so..." Zhao Xiaojin said and saw a long hair on the bed.

His eyes suddenly froze, and he could no longer speak.

"The oldest birthday boy, you drink with me. Zhao Xiaojin, let me tell you, if you do this again, just wait until I can wear small shoes for you in the future."

Jiang Xiaobai threatened fiercely and put out the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray.

But Zhao Xiaojin didn't answer. Jiang Xiaobai took a look and saw that Zhao Xiaojin was looking at the bed, lost in thought.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Jiang Xiaobai shouted, and only then did Zhao Xiaojin react.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay." Zhao Xiaojin shook his head and said.

"Where's Song Xin?"

"Director Song, Director Song is resting in his room. I went over just now. Director Song said that he drank too much last night and has a day off today." Zhao Xiaojin said.

"Drinking too much, I don't remember that she didn't drink much." Jiang Xiaobai muttered.

"Okay, you go out, I'll take a shower and change some clothes." Jiang Xiaobai said, getting up and closing the window.

"Okay." Zhao Xiaojin hurriedly exited the room, and then quickly returned to his room. As soon as he closed the door, Zhao Xiaojin leaned against the door and gasped.

Did you do something wrong, or did you discover something?

There were two long hairs on the bed. This was not a big deal. Director Song sent Director Jiang home and it was normal for one or two long hairs to fall out on the bed.

But think about yesterday, Director Song asked him to have two more drinks with Director Jiang.

I didn't understand it yesterday, but now that I think about it...

But then, Zhao Xiaojin shook his head. Maybe he really was overthinking it. How could this be possible?

It's impossible. I must be thinking too much. Besides, talking about the leader's personal matters, why am I thinking so much?

Even if that ridiculous idea was true, the only thing he did wrong might be the drinking session with Director Jiang last night.

But...how could I possibly think of it...forget it.

The little secretary is also an optimist. She doesn't think about things that she doesn't understand. Why do she think so much about it?

On the other hand, Jiang Xiaobai changed his clothes and went out immediately after taking a shower. He even called the front desk before going out.

Let me change the sheets and quilts in the room.

"Bang bang bang."

"Who?"

"Xin'er, I..." Jiang Xiaobai stood at the door of Song Xin's room.

"Director Jiang, what's the matter?" Song Xin didn't open the door, and the voice came from far inside the room.

"Open the door. Zhao Xiaojin said that you drank too much yesterday and felt unwell..." Jiang Xiaobai said.

"Well, my head hurts. I won't go out today. I'm going to take a nap. I'm sleepy..." Song Xin's voice came.

Jiang Xiaobai saw that Song Xin had no intention of opening the door, so after a few words of warning, he called people out and went to Huaqing Electrical Appliances.

But I'm still a little confused, why is it that I drank too much but didn't open the door?

Didn't he get up and was too lazy to open the door? This can be explained.

Jiang Xiaobai was confused here, and the front desk of the hotel on the other side was also a little confused.

In room 511, I was asked to send sheets to you last night, and this morning I asked you to change the sheets and quilts in the room.

how? Are these two guests mysophobic or something?

In Song Xin's room, Jiang Xiaobai was gone. Song Xin breathed a sigh of relief and then fell asleep.

"Hello, who is it?" Jiang Shuwen answered the phone.

"I'm Jiang Xiaobai." Jiang Xiaobai called Jiang Shuwen's factory phone in Wang Chao's office at Huaqing Electrical Appliances.

"Director Jiang, why did you call me? Have you come to Jinling?" Jiang Shuwen asked with a smile.

"Well, how about it? Do you have time? I'll treat you two to a meal and get together." Jiang Xiaobai invited.

"If there is time, there must be time, we invite you, you decide the location." Jiang Shuwen said cheerfully.

Ever since he met Jiang Xiaobai, Jiang Xiaobai has always been helpful.

Jiang Shuwen was particularly grateful to Jiang Xiaobai in his heart, but he knew that Jiang Xiaobai was a big shot and usually busy with work.

He was too embarrassed to bother Jiang Xiaobai by contacting him all the time.

But Jiang Xiaobai arrived in Jinling. Needless to say, he was not busy with work, but even if he was busy with work, he still had to take time out.

"Haha, okay, then I'll have someone pick you up later." Jiang Xiaobai said.