Top-notch Urban Evil Cultivator

Chen Mo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

He waved his hand:

"Alright, they're gone. We'll just hire another one. Jiangzhou has no shortage of people."

"Yes, Mr. Chen, I'll arrange it as soon as possible!"

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went into the office.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

Manager Wang stood there, looking at the closed door, and breathed a sigh of relief.

That day, the morning meeting caused quite a stir.

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Inside An Lan's ward at the city's central hospital.

An Lan has recovered considerably and can now move around normally on her own.

Lin Xuan's recovery was astonishing; there was no sign that he had just been in the ICU a few days prior.

No wheelchair needed at all, just like a normal person!

The two decided to be discharged from the hospital now.

Su Yurou sat on the edge of the bed, helping An Lan pack her things while smiling and saying:

"Look, An's Group's stock price has dropped five points! Serves them right!"

She felt extremely relieved!

"And I just checked my WeChat Moments, and a lot of people are sharing it; it's getting a lot of attention."

Lin Xuan clicked his tongue and shook his head: "This isn't a big drop? Only five points. I thought it was going to hit the daily limit down!"

"Just wait and see, this is only the beginning! The First Marketing Department is an ironclad unit; if they all resign now, they'll realize later just how many resources they've lost!"

Tong Yao, who was standing to the side, also spoke up with a smile:

"Some companies that have worked closely with the Tong family will also announce the suspension of their cooperation with An's in the next few days."

She sat on the sofa, legs crossed: "Although our Tong Group can't compare to the An Group, we can still make them lose some flesh! The kind that cripples them!"

Zhao Xueli nodded in agreement, saying, "I also have a few colleagues who are not prepared to cooperate with Chen Mo... Many people look down on his character."

Lin Xuan felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at the three of them, united in their hatred of the enemy.

Once upon a time, I was just a lowly employee, but now I can actually cause An's stock price to drop.

This is like a dream!

Only An Lan sat by the bed, watching this scene unfold.

That strange feeling welled up inside me again.

It feels empty...

She didn't say anything.

He seemed out of place in all of this.

I'm being discharged from the hospital today, but...where should I go?

The staff apartments opposite An's Group?

But... he is no longer the president of the An Group.

Should I rent a new place?

But she was not prepared to use a single penny of the An family's money again.

Where should I go?

Lin Xuan noticed her silence and turned to look at her:

"What's wrong? Are you still feeling unwell?"

An Lan shook her head, smiled, and said it was nothing.

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Half an hour later.

After the group finished packing, they arrived at the hospital building.

The sun was shining brightly, and it felt warm and cozy on my skin.

People came and went at the hospital entrance. Some patients hurried past with their medical records in hand, while a few nurses chatted and laughed at the entrance.

Zhao Jian stood at the hospital entrance, looking reluctant to leave.

"Master, please come again soon!"

He held Lin Xuan's hand, his eyes reddening.

"I'm always here! If you have any headaches or fevers, call me immediately!"

He didn't care about the surprised looks he received from the hospital staff.

Lin Xuan, on the other hand, was speechless, but he couldn't say anything.

These past few days, he and An Lan have been hospitalized, and Zhao Jian has been running around taking care of everything.

He not only makes rounds several times a day, but also personally oversees the process, even watching the nurses change their dressings.

He appreciates this kindness.

But he really couldn't stand the title of "Master".

"Uncle Zhao, you should go back now!" Lin Xuan said, forcing a smile. "I'll definitely come to discuss medical matters with you when I have time!"

Zhao Jian then released his grip with a smile and patted Lin Xuan's shoulder:

"Okay, okay! Next time, just come to my house. Let me tell you, my granddaughter plays the piano, she's so beautiful, 1.7 meters tall, and just as pretty as me! Looking forward to it..."

Lin Xuan quickly pushed him back, saying, "Okay, okay, next time, next time!"

As good as you?

How good can it be!

Do you think I'm stupid?

With so many people watching, people who don't know the situation might think I'm scamming an old man.

Zhao Jian was pushed a few steps, but he didn't forget to turn back and shout, "Master, you must come! I'll have her play the piano for you! Tchaikovsky! Rachmaninoff!"

"Okay, okay, I'll do it next time!"

Lin Xuan quickened his pace and fled back to the car.

After seeing off the plague god, Lin Xuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the hospital, many cars were already waiting.

The rows of black minivans, lined up neatly, drew the attention of passersby.

It was all arranged by the Tong family.

"Get in the car."

As Tong Yao spoke, she got into one of the cars.

Zhao Xueli followed closely behind, waved to the three of them with a smile, and then got into the car with Tong Yao.

Su Yurou didn't get on the car; she still had a lot of trivial matters to deal with.

The new company address will be used to register the company, following the address of the departing employee...

She took on all of these tasks.

There's nothing we can do; both of the company's current bosses are in poor health!

I am their only employee, and I have to serve them diligently!

Lin Xuan took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Su Yurou: "Spend as much as you like!"

Su Yurou took the card, chuckled, and turned to leave.

"You said it!" She waved the card in her hand without turning her head.

"Of course! If it goes viral, it's on me!"

She waved goodbye, got into her red sports car, stepped on the gas, and disappeared at the end of the road.

Soon, only Lin Xuan and An Lan remained.

An Lan stood there, looking at the cars, then at Lin Xuan, somewhat bewildered.

Her hands hung at her sides, her fingertips slightly curled.

Lin Xuan smiled and said, "Let's go home!"

An Lan hesitated for a moment, then shook her head:

"You guys go first, I'll be there in a bit..."

But Lin Xuan interrupted her directly, grabbed An Lan's hand, and dragged her into a car.

His hands were warm.

"Don't forget, I'm still your contract boyfriend!"

Lin Xuan said without turning his head, his tone carrying a hint of roguishness.

"I said come with me, so just come with me! Let's go home!"

An Lan was no match for Lin Xuan's strength, and Lin Xuan pulled her into a car.

The car door closed, and the driver started the vehicle.

There were only two people in the car, sitting in the spacious back seat with a short distance between them.

The driver, a middle-aged man, glanced at the scene through the rearview mirror and then silently raised the partition.

That's professionalism!

An Lan didn't speak, but just looked down at Lin Xuan holding her hand.

It doesn't mean it's loosened.

The convoy started and headed towards Binjiang Huafu, the street scene outside the window rushing past.

On the way, seeing An Lan who was somewhat silent, Lin Xuan raised her hand and touched it with a smile:

"Mr. An, your hands are so soft."

He leaned closer and asked in a cheeky tone, "Can I hold it for a long time?"