After arriving in Northern Europe, Chen Yansen spent his days going out to sea, hunting, and skiing. He paid no attention to Pinbei's IPO progress, nor did he worry about the battle between Kuai Pao and Qian Du.
In his mind, when you were on vacation, you had to leave work behind.
He hadn't spent a fortune recruiting so many professional managers just for show. As long as he set the general direction, he never bothered with the specific details of execution.
On an island in Norway, Chen Yansen held a Remington 700 bolt-action rifle. A rabbit dropped every time he pulled the trigger.
With his eyesight and reflexes, he was a perfect shot.
"Master, your aim is incredible," Song Yuncheng said, looking at Chen Yansen with adoration.
She had struggled for ages, using binoculars and even setting up a thermal imaging device, but had only managed to hit three rabbits.
Chen Yansen, on the other hand, had hit seven in just five minutes.
"Want to keep going?" Chen Yansen asked.
