In the ward, a pungent smell of disinfectant water hits my face.

Lin Chu held a breakfast in his hand, hummed a song in his mouth, and pushed open the door.

Then I saw that there was only Wu Bu in the ward, and I don’t know when there was one more person.

Wu Bu, who was half lying on the hospital bed, saw Lin Chu coming in and hurriedly spoke out.

"Mr. Lin, this is my good brother, Zhou Jian."

"Zhou Jian, this is what I am talking about, our boss in the future, Mr. Lin."

Zhou Jian, who was sitting on the chair, also hurriedly got up and greeted him, "Hello Mr. Lin, I am Zhou Jian."

"Just call me Jianzi."

While talking, he looked at Lin Chu up and down.

Although I have heard Wu Bu say that his new boss is not simple, when I really met, I was still shocked by Lin Chu.

"Wu Bu saved my life. His friend is my friend. My name is Lin Chu."

"Mr. Lin, where are you talking about this? You are the boss, we work..."

"I didn't treat you as my subordinates."

Lin Chu's eyes were quiet, then he sat down on his own, patted the chair next to him, and signaled Zhou Jian to sit down.

Zhou Jian looked at Wu Bu and saw Wu Bu nodding, so he sat down.

"I brought you some breakfast, and I don't know what you like, so I brought some of them."

Lin Chu spoke out on his own and then raised some boxes from the bag.

There are all kinds of fried buns, buns, fried dough sticks, and all kinds of them.

Wu Bu was flattered, "Dr. Lin, you are kind. I'll just deal with it casually, and I'm not hungry now..."

Not to mention the chairman of a large group, even the small leaders of those groups would probably not treat the people under their command like this, right?

Zhou Jian also looked at Lin Chu in surprise. Is this really the boss his brother said, with a net worth of hundreds of billions?

No joke, right?

"If you want to eat, what's the point of eating?"

Lin Chu grinned, "You are not hungry, I'm okay, please eat with me."

This breakfast costs only about fifty yuan in total, and it is not very luxurious to eat it for three people.

Although Wu Bu said he was not hungry, he hadn't eaten anything from last night until now, and his stomach was still quite honest.

In just a while, the things on the table were eaten clean by several people like wind and clouds.

A large portion of tofu brain was eaten by Lin Chu.

Then I picked up a napkin from the side and wiped my mouth.

Wu Bu and Zhou Jian were standing beside him, staring at Lin Chu in amazement.

Is this really a big boss with a net worth of hundreds of billions?

No matter how you look, it doesn't look like it.

"Why are you looking at me like a monkey?" Lin Chu felt the eyes of the two people and couldn't help but speak.

"I just didn't expect that as your identity as Mr. Lin..." Wu Bu touched his nose awkwardly.

When he was in the company canteen, he had seen those company executives having dinner, each of whom was gentle and elegant, and Lin Chu was completely different from them.

"What's wrong? I'm not eating yet?" Lin Chu asked back.

"No, no..." Wu Bu waved his hand quickly.

Who can stop eating?

God lives.

"I just didn't expect that these things..." Wu Bu pointed to those buns and fried dough sticks and so on.

Rich people should not have abalone and lobster meals. Even if they make porridge, they should use king crabs, Boston lobsters, etc.?

"What's wrong with this thing?"

Lin Chu smiled, "I've been eating this thing for twenty years."

Who didn't come from poor times?

When I was in high school, in order to buy a beautiful skin for the game, Lao Ganma spent a whole week with steamed buns. I got through this, and I still couldn’t eat these things?

Although it is something on a small stall, it is already much stronger than Lao Ganma's steamed buns.

Lin Chu took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket on his own.

A white general who costs ten yuan a pack.

No advantages.

If you have to say something, it is just one word, wise!

Even if an old smoker who has been decades of age will feel a little overwhelmed when smoking this cigarette.

Lin Chu pulled out one and lit it.

Then he dispersed another one for Zhou Jian and Wu Bu.

In the big society of China, if there is something that can quickly pull the relationship between two people, it can be said that one is wine and the other is cigarette.

Zhou Jian and Wu Bu looked at each other and took it.

Although smoking is basically prohibited in hospitals, there is obviously no one to take care of this advanced VIP ward.

Zhou Jian took a sip, then slowly exhaled a cigarette ring, and finally couldn't help it, "Brother Chu hired so many of us, so they were all used as drivers, right?"

He is not a fool, he is 20,000 yuan a month and is also given a driver with six insurances and two funds. Who is so luxurious?

What's more, Lin Chu didn't look for one, but a group of them.

Lin Chu grinned. He knew that many people would definitely doubt this condition he gave.

But he offered this condition, so he naturally had his own reasons.

After thinking about it, Lin Chu said, "Do you think I am young now?"

Zhou Jian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly as he heard this sentence clearly and answered the question, "Of course I am young, and very young."

Perhaps there are many people younger than Lin Chu.

But the problem is that with Lin Chu's achievements and his age today, it is a bit too much for young people.

Li Shimin raised an army to rebel against the Sui Dynasty at the age of fourteen, Sun Ce dominated Jiangdong at the age of eighteen, and Xiang Yu burned his boats to defeat the Qin army at the age of twenty-four.

It seems that the stories of young heroes can be captured easily.

But the question is, how many such heroes can be captured in China for five thousand years?

Only a handful of them.

Even counting with your fingers can be counted.

And almost every one is enough to be kept in history.

And Lin Chu...

The young man in front of me who smokes ten yuan a pack of cigarettes... can really compare with those famous heroes who have been passed down through the ages?

"Yes, I'm still young,"

Lin Chu smiled when he heard this answer.

Then he looked up and said word by word, "So, I don't want to die, at least, I don't want to die at such a young age."

"I still have so many things I haven't done, and I still have so many places I haven't been to..."

Zhou Jian really wants to say that there are not many people who have the ability to make you die.

But thinking about what Wu Bu told him before, Zhou Jian was silent again.

Since this kind of thing can happen the first time, it can happen the second time.

In the future...it will only be more.
Chapter completed!