I really don't want to be reborn.

"The time we spend together is always so short. Today's broadcast is coming to an end amidst the joy. Let's meet again tomorrow. Goodbye, classmates."

In the 101 Entrepreneurship Base, listening to the familiar voice in the campus radio station, Hu Linyu said dissatisfiedly: "Chen Hansheng, you have brought someone like Shang Yanyan into the school radio station. What about the promise to let me go to the student union to get gilded?"

In Hu Linyu's mind, Shang Yanyan would never be able to enter the news center radio station with her real ability, unless someone can help her.

Except for Chen Hansheng, probably no one else in the class has this ability.

Of course, even Shang Yanyan herself said so, the class monitor helped me get in.

Chen Hansheng was actually a little helpless. I didn't expect it to be so fast. Chen Tianyu was not interested in simple female college students, but he suddenly fell in love with the coquettish Shang Yanyan.

The most annoying thing is that Shang Yanyan seems to have no interest in Chen Tianyu, who is tall, rich and handsome.

"It's a small matter to be a student union member. Don't be too anxious."

Chen Hansheng has almost booked the position of vice president of the humanities department next year. When the president is Qi Wei, it's not a big deal to recruit a lackey to be a good person because of their relationship.

However, he didn't tell Hu Linyu the actual situation, for fear that she would accidentally spread the news and affect his glorious image.

Vice president is not the end, but the president.

"Besides, I can't give you the job of the radio station."

Chen Hansheng told the truth. Hu Linyu spoke with a heavy hometown accent and often couldn't tell n from l.

Hu Linyu pulled off the mask in a tone and glared at Chen Hansheng.

Chen Hansheng pouted: "You'd better put it on. You can pretend to be a beauty with only a pair of eyes showing."

"Youchu, can you control Chen Hansheng?"

Hu Linyu had no choice but to turn around and complain to Shen Youchu.

Shen Youchu lowered her head a little embarrassedly. Who else could control Chen Hansheng except Liang Meijuan?

"Let's go. The working people are the most glorious."

At about 11 o'clock, Chen Hansheng was going to the New Century Electronic Equipment Factory to receive express delivery. It was his turn to work today.

It has been nearly a month since March, and the express delivery business of the electronic equipment factory has been taken over by Rocket 101, and there have been no mistakes. Zhong Jiancheng was amazed.

As soon as Chen Hansheng stepped on the accelerator, a figure came over with a small bowl in his hand.

"Isatis root."

Shen Youchu said in a low voice.

After Chen Hansheng finished drinking, Shen Youchu washed the bowl and went back. Hu Linyu was a little worried: "Youchu, you put all your thoughts on a man like this. What if his feelings change in the future?"

Shen Youchu looked up at Hu Linyu, and shook his head after a while: "I, I don't know either."

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After Chen Hansheng arrived at the New Century Electronics Factory, he was not in a hurry to work immediately. After parking the car, he first boasted to the security guards in a familiar way.

He knows a lot, has good eloquence, and knows the rules. The security guards on duty at the electronics factory like this young man very much.

"Mr. Chen."

The security guard smoked the cigarette that Chen Hansheng handed over: "Your subordinates are diligent, but there are too few people who can talk like you. We are completely accommodating to you for your face."

Chen Hansheng smiled and said: "Thank you, everyone. After I get my salary this month, I will treat you to a meal."

"Look, Mr. Chen is a straightforward person."

However, when he walked to the administrative building of the electronics factory, Chen Hansheng threw away the cigarette butt, tidied his clothes a little, took out a bag of fruit from his bag and came to the front desk.

"Sister Wen, you said that your throat was uncomfortable that day, so I bought you a bag of pears."

This "Sister Wen" is the front desk of the administrative building. She looks to be in her early twenties. Chen Hansheng even forgot her last name, but pretended to be very concerned.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Hansheng, don't be so polite next time."

Sister Wen happily took the pears.

The express parcels were placed at the front desk of the administrative building. The task of the couriers such as Chen Hansheng was to sort them first, then register them, and finally use tricycles to drag them to the door to wait for the transport truck of Shenzhen Tong Express to take them away.

Chen Hansheng had a good relationship with the front desk sister Wen. While picking, they chatted. Sister Wen also said: "Hansheng, your other colleagues are not very good at chatting. They are depressed and only know how to take express parcels."

Chen Hansheng smiled: "Maybe they rarely meet a beautiful woman like Sister Wen, so they are too nervous."

"Oh, you are so sweet."

Sister Wen peeled a pear and cut it into two pieces: "You can eat half too."

Chen Hansheng was not happy to eat a fruit with her, and said: "Sister Wen, pears cannot be eaten separately. If they are separated, it is called separation, which has a bad meaning."

Sister Wen thought it made sense. She liked Chen Hansheng very much now and did not want to separate for the time being.

Just at this time, Qu Meihong, the director of the office of the administrative department, came over in high heels. Sister Wen quickly lowered her head and pretended to work seriously.

However, Qu Weihong was not looking for trouble with Sister Wen. She specifically said to Chen Hansheng: "Hansheng, you answered the difficult homework of our children last time very correctly."

Chen Hansheng said modestly: "I didn't answer it. I took it back and asked my friends to do it. They helped me."

"Anyway, thank you for your help. I will come to you if I have any questions next time."

"No problem, Sister Meihong."

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Chen Hansheng used the only resources he had to prescribe the right medicine and deal with all the people he could contact in the New Century Electronics Factory.

Including the greedy Zhao Chunming.

At about 1 o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Hansheng rode a tricycle to drag the registered express to the door, and soon the transport truck of Shenzhen Tong Express came over.

While transporting, the familiar burgundy sports car appeared again. This was probably the closest time Chen Hansheng had been away.

The sports car slowed down and passed the door. The woman in the car probably forgot about Chen Hansheng, or maybe Chen Hansheng was wearing a courier uniform, so she couldn't remember asking for directions.

Chen Hansheng was thinking about whether to create an opportunity to pretend to know him, when the phone rang.

"Hansheng, I saw you at the door. Take me to a place later." Zhao Chunming ordered in the microphone.

Chen Hansheng hesitated for a moment, but finally gave up the opportunity to meet the "big shot" and said to Zhao Chunming on the phone: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Hansheng smiled coldly in his heart. Kong Jing has never ordered me to do anything until now. Zhao Chunming, this bastard, really treats me as a driver and an ATM.

He took out the recorder, checked the battery level, and put it in his pocket. He started to set a trap today.

"Where is Manager Zhao going?"

Chen Hansheng asked with a smile, looking very friendly.

"Let's go to Tianshui Yaji for tea. Our deputy factory director invited us."

Tianshui Yaji is a teahouse in Jiangling District. When they were at the door, Zhao Chunming did not plan to take Zhao Hansheng with him, and he ordered: "Wait here for me to come out."

Chen Hansheng nodded and agreed.

But before Zhao Chunming could move forward, Chen Hansheng suddenly called him from behind: "Manager Zhao, your bag."

Zhao Chunming took a look and found that he had forgotten to take his briefcase. He picked up his handbag and hurried into the teahouse.