Empowering, debilitating, midnight visitors.

The next morning, Zhou Kai's stock continued to fall, but the momentum was slightly reduced.

Many business people, it seems to drive a luxury car to live in a mansion, the scenery is unlimited, but to support the operation of their company is a set of first and last care, interlocked chain of funds, once the chain of funds breaks, the face of the whole line of collapse.

Zhou Kai had to use the reserve funds to inject into the stock market to maintain the normal operation of the capital chain, to avoid the collapse of the position.

As for Lily's life and death, he doesn't give a damn.

He returned to the villa in hiding for a temporary respite.

Having easily reentered the house, Zhou Kai asked the welcoming Isong, "Where's Mr. Shen?"

Isong said, "Yesterday Mr. Shen came back with a fever, and Dr. Aaron came to see him and gave him medicine."

Zhou Kai is also a whole day and night sleepless, went up to take a look, to make sure Shen Zhangqing covers the quilt is sleeping soundly, before returning to their own bedroom, wash wash wash sleep.

As soon as the bedroom door closes, the figure that was sitting on the edge of the bed reappears, removes the icy towel from Chi Xiaochi's head, takes a glass of water, reconstructs it, turns it into ice, wraps it in the towel and puts it back on Chi Xiaochi's forehead.

Chi Xiaochi cocked her head, "You don't use energy like that."

061: "When you're sick, it's always good to have someone you know well by your side."

Speaking of which, 061 thought it was a bit strange too.

When he first came up with the idea, he thought Chi Xiaochi would turn himself into Lou Ying.

But Chi Xiaochi thought about it and said, "Let's go with Lucas.

Lucas is his manager, a bit of a pussy, but his family has a lot of money to spare and he has nothing to do so he comes to play as a manager.

He loves to laugh and cry, emotionally rich, mouth and sharp, especially like to toss his hair, today dyed silver white, tomorrow dyed dark green, good thing his face is long white and decent, resisted his so three times dry.

When we first met Chi Xiaochi, he had just been forced by his dad to dye his hair back to black, but he was undaunted enough to sneak off and get a pick-dye, a very unruly black with a hint of deep purple.

Chi Xiaochi loves to tease him all the time: "Mr. Tony?"

Lucas said, "I hate it, my name is Lucas."

Chi Xiaochi: "Yes, Miss Tony."

Chi Xiaochi had never properly called him Lucas, but here he remembered his real name.

Chi Xiaochi tilted her head at 061, who was draped in Lucas's vest, "I wonder who this kid is following now. Can anyone stand the fact that he changes his hairstyle more often than the star himself."

061 said, "When you're sick, get some rest; thinking about things is not conducive to recovery."

Chi Xiaochi: "Mr. Six you ooc, Lucas doesn't talk like that."

061 The corner of his mouth twitched.

After thinking for a long time, he decided to accommodate the patient, "...... Just rest ...... when you're sick la."

Chi Xiaochi : "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

061 blushed slightly, "...... sleep."

Chi Xiaochi is very rampant: "Hahahahahahahahaha."

061 squared his shoulders, "Not listening to your teacher anymore are you. Then don't call me teacher from now on."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Where can I not call it. Once a teacher, always a father."

061: "That's just as well to change your name to Dad from now on."

Chi Xiaochi gets a rare choke, "......"

Chi Xiaochi thought, "It's over, I've learned a bad lesson.

Why does everyone who stays with him fall so fast.

While Chi Xiaochi was thinking this, another person had already been caught off guard and completed a full-scale free fall from peak to trough.

Two days after Shen Zhangqing's press conference, company spokesman Sam announced that Mr. Zhou Kai had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease by six specialists and was ready to step down from his position as a director and go abroad for treatment.

After this battle, Zhou Kai was greatly wounded.

He didn't say anything, but when he came back to his senses and began to take stock of his losses one by one, the heartache of losing assets like water made him shiver.

These are the foundations he worked so hard to build.

He had contacted hacking companies and vowed to dig out whoever was tripping him up behind the scenes.

If Lily hadn't gotten caught up in the storm, Zhou Kai would have suspected that she had set herself up for it.

But a hundred thousand dollars of labor thrown out, and he didn't even hear a rattle of water.

The people from the hacking company regretfully informed him that they really didn't know what tactics the other party had used, and could only ascertain that the audio and video were sent by the same person, and as for the address, they couldn't trace it at all.

After searching in vain, Zhou Kai was so angry that he cursed every day.

Shen Zhangqing was sick in bed, and they became Zhou Kai's punching bag.

After being smashed in the face with a telephone, the maid of the house cries out to another servant with bruises and says she wants to get out of the house.

Zhou Kai heard the news from somewhere and called everyone in the family except Shen Zhangqing, pointing at their noses and cursing, "Get out if you want to! But I warn you, I have your address here, I have your family's address, if you dare to say one more superfluous word outside, beware--"

The servants all became wilted chickens, not daring to say a word more.

These days, the idle Zhou Kai is doing nothing but figuring out what enemies he has.

Staying at home until the fourth day, he was really idle and burning up, so he contacted the golf course he frequented to play a few holes: "Two o'clock in the afternoon, the usual location."

The person on the other side of the phone, after checking Zhou Kai's cell phone number, politely said, "Mr. Zhou, your membership has been canceled. This course is full for non-members at 2:00 p.m. Please reconfirm a convenient time for you."

Zhou Kai was stunned for a moment and then stormed out, "I paid my membership fee for this year, when was it canceled and why was it canceled?"

The operator said in a businesslike manner, "If there is a problem, I can transfer you to a manager."

The call was successfully transferred.

Over there was a standard British accent, "Mr. Zhou, after inquiries, your membership has indeed been canceled and the dues have been returned to your card. Two days ago, our operator contacted you by phone and SMS respectively, trying to inform you of this matter, but you have not replied."

Zhou Kai was bombarded with text messages and phone calls a few days before ......, so he simply didn't answer any of them.

Zhou Kai struggled to keep the fire down, "I want a reason."

The English accent says: "Our chairman is black. In conjunction with the public statements made and the state of your health, we are in agreement that we are afraid that this course is no longer fit to provide you with services."

The implication is that we can't afford to offer you such a big Buddha here, so go quickly and see you again.

"...... refusing customers?" Zhou Kai held his cell phone, shaking with anger, "What right do you have to unilaterally suspend the contract? I'm going to sue you!"

The British accent said, "Be my guest."

Zhou Kai hung up the phone, holding the armrest of the sofa and gasping for air, with stars flying in front of his eyes.

Taking a breath, he walked over to the landing and realized that there were actually heads bobbing in front of the house.

These fly-by-night fucking journalists!

The villa was as silent as a tomb, and Zhou Kai's thunderous anger was only for his own ears.

Isong and the others had long been accustomed to Zhou Kai's intermittent mania and hid when they could, refusing to make a sound.

As for Shen Zhangqing, he is still in bed, of course, will not take the initiative to run out to touch this bad luck.

In order to relieve his depression, Zhou Kai turned on the TV, and the first program that caught his eye was a talk show host who was analyzing when Lily, the Ximenqing, got involved with Zhou Kai, the Pan Jinlian, in a frivolous and flowery way, which made the audience burst into laughter.

Zhou Kai immediately changes the channel, skipping the boring soap opera and trying to pick an interesting sports event broadcast to watch.

On his way to the news channel, he had jumped over, but immediately sensed something was wrong and turned the station back.

On the news was the headquarters of his modeling agency, and the plaza in front of the building was filled with black people, a banner stretched out with protest signs.

In the group, the leader turned out to be Fiona.

In the early fall of the summer, she wore extremely thick clothing and held a sign that read, "We are still in the middle of winter."

Zhou Kai's head was spinning.

A parade? What do these niggers do all day long with nothing to do?

But Zhou Kai was soon reminded of something even worse.

He copied his cell phone and dialed a number on the fly.

After the call was answered, the noisy voices and footsteps reached Zhou Kai's ears through the airwaves before he could speak, and Sam's elegant voice was nearly inaudible amidst all the noise: "Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Kai asked, "Where are you?"

Sam replied, "The company. There's a little something going on with the company right now, and it's not convenient to--"

Zhou Kai cut him off, "Is it a parade thing?"

Sam : "...... you know?"

"Why didn't you contact me when something so serious happened? My company was blocked and I actually didn't know anything about it? Or did I just see it in the news?"

Sam Bingley said, "I thought that you needed to recuperate at this stage, so I didn't inform you."

A wave of uncontrolled frustration gripped Zhou Kai: "...... 'Recuperation'? Sam, what the fuck do you mean? Do you really think I'm sick?"

Sam was unassuming: "Mr. Zhou, that's not what I meant. You can't appear in the public eye right now, and even if you know about this matter, there's no way for you to get personally involved, so you can only be anxious. I will take care of everything at the scene, please don't worry."

Zhou Kai gritted his teeth and gave an explicit order, "Tonight, you come to my house with the backlog of important documents from yesterday and today."

Zhou Kai didn't care that Sam didn't come to deliver the documents yesterday, but today's events have forced him to take notice.

Sam was silent for a moment, "Yes, please take a moment."

Zhou Kai dropped the phone and turned his gaze back to the TV screen.

Among the marchers, some held up hand-drawn cartoon panels of a satirical cartoon with lines exaggerated to the extreme:

Zhou Kai, a fat-headed man, sits on a sofa with his legs crossed, while a man who looks like Shen Zhangqing scoops a spoon full of pills into Zhou Kai's mouth.

The bottle, which looked like a baby's pacifier, was engraved with the word "Sareth".

Sareth is a famous drug for Alzheimer's disease, named after its developer, Sareth, a black chemist.

The cartoon was accompanied by a line of captioning that read, "Go cure your disease with Negro medicine."

He sat down on the couch, picked up his cell phone, and used the internet to search for messages related to himself.

"Led by Fiona, dozens of black models exodus from xx agency."

"A major reshuffle at the top of xx company, with frequent personnel moves in a short period of time."

"Spokesman Mr. Sam says personnel moves are normal ......"

Zhou Kai went through the search entries one by one until he swiped the one from a few days ago that made him think he had escaped.

...... "A consultation with six specialists confirmed that Mr. Zhou Kai suffers from Alzheimer's disease".

Zhou Kai's gaze shifts slowly from his cell phone screen to the parade on the television for a moment before turning to the closed door of Shen Zhangqing's bedroom.

His gaze was somber, and no one knew what he was thinking.

That night, at midnight.

Chi Xiaochi, who was already a light sleeper, had a vague feeling that there was someone beside his bed.

As soon as he opened his eyes and saw Zhou Kai, who was sitting silently on the edge of the bed watching him, the only thought that came to his mind was, "Fuck you.

Chi Xiaochi, while getting up in a panicked manner, asked 061, "Mr. Six, when did he get here?"

061's tone wasn't good either, "Five minutes ago."

"Five minutes of looking at me without moving?"

"Watched you for five minutes."

"Why don't you call me?"

"I thought he'd look at it for a while and then go away."

Chi Xiaochi thought about it and still felt that only three words could express the state of mind at this moment, "...... grass mud horse."

This time 061 didn't stop Chi Xiaochi from talking dirty.

Zhou Kai smiles and laughs, "Sleep well?"

Shen Zhangqing hung his head low, not nodding or shaking his head, "Why isn't Mr. Zhou sleeping yet."

Zhou Kai said, "Couldn't sleep, came to see you."

He said, he went up and touched Shen Zhangqing's cheek.

Chi Xiaochi reacted immediately, her heartbeat and blood pressure rising, her stomach moving, and her arms shaking as she braced herself behind her.

061 It is inconceivable that under such a strong physical reaction, Chi Xiaochi could hold back, neither resisting nor leaving, continuing to play his Shen Zhangqing quietly.

He even managed to keep thinking in this situation.

Chi Xiaochi had a feeling about it, but he didn't expect Zhou Kai to come so soon.

Today, when Sam came, Zhou Kai received him in his study. At first, they were discussing their work normally, but Zhou Kai became more and more agitated, knocking on the table with Sam and cursing him, telling him not to be dissatisfied with his work.

He, Zhou Kai, can take him up and drag him down.

And Sam's attitude was always muted.

Because he doesn't give a damn about Zhou Kai anymore.

In his eyes, Zhou Kai was no longer a concern at all, and soon the board of directors would make a move.

His heel this time planted too hard and ugly, for the shareholders to cause collateral damage unpredictable, even if he cultivated many years of power, at the moment out of interest considerations, none of them are willing to stain the relationship with him.

Sam got the word out with the board and will make the announcement at the mid-year party.

Sam did not intend to tell Zhou Kai about this, so Zhou Kai was more angry at Sam for not reporting it, and had a vague suspicion about Shen Zhangqing.

...... Is he in private contact with Sam? Did Sam authorize him to deliberately reveal his illness in front of the media so that he could take advantage of the situation to oust himself?

But he asked Song, Shen Zhangqing this period of peace of mind to recuperate from injuries, do not go out of the door, even to make phone calls are under the supervision of Song, not to mention contact with the network.

Zhou Kai was temporarily relieved to learn this.

Regardless of whether Sam is a deviant or not, Shen Zhangqing is fortunately a fool.

...... He'd better not have the guts to betray himself.