The counterattack begins with Fan Shengmei in Ode to Joy

Chapter 162 Found out?

"You can do it as you see it. You are in charge of the company now, and you don't need to report this kind of small case of several million to me."

"Okay, Mr. Zhuang."

Zhuang Ziqiang put down the phone and turned around. He was startled when a face smelt of alcohol appeared in front of him.

It turned out to be Luo Yunpeng.

"Brother Peng, do you know that people are scary and scary?" Zhuang Ziqiang said, patting his chest.

"Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts calling the door. Why are you guilty? Are you talking about a girlfriend?" Luo Yunpeng joked.

As a girlfriend, Zhuang Ziqiang immediately thought of Li Na, and the two are still in an ambiguous stage.

"No."

"I do not believe!"

"Believe it or not, neither have I."

Luo Yunpeng saw that he was not cheated out, and said in a regretful tone: "Qiang, you are not young, you should consider finding a girlfriend. You know, once a man is over [-], his energy can't keep up. It’s gone. If you have a gun, don’t use it, it will be invalid after the expiration date!”

With so many brothers and sisters in the family, Lun Sao has to be my Brother Peng.

He is currently working in a large Internet company in Lin'an, with an annual salary of nearly one million. He is still unmarried over the age of [-]. He is a group of chic young people, not to mention singing every night, but it is no problem to change his girlfriend two or three times a year.

What a programmer!If you say it, it will be embarrassing to them.

Zhuang Ziqiang said contemptuously, "I'm different from you."

"Cut, you are stubborn."

After joking, Zhuang Ziqiang went back to the box, and Luo Yunpeng made an excuse to go to the bathroom.

After Zhuang Ziqiang entered the box, Luo Yunpeng looked at his back, still thinking about the conversation he had just heard in his mind.

"millions"?
"report"?
Did this younger brother of my aunt's family do some big business?

……

As I get older, the most obvious feeling is that I can't get close to the brothers and sisters who used to play well, especially after marriage, this feeling is more obvious.

Chen Shao said the above words slightly sadly to her cousin Chen Yun. She worked in Yanjing all year round and rarely went home a few times a year. When the party was at the end, she suddenly became sad.

"Sister, why do I remember that you are not married? Where did you get such emotion?" Zhuang Ziqiang carefully complained from the side.

"roll!"

Chen Shao scolded: "You are really losing sight now."

Several other people laughed, and seemed to have regained the feeling of childhood.

Gatherings between relatives are different from entertainment and banquets outside. Except for the initial circle, everyone didn't drink much, and the more important thing was the atmosphere.

At the end of the party, all the older brothers and sisters came in their cars. After calling for the valet driver, several people scrambled to send Zhuang Ziqiang home, which hurt him a little.

Everyone has a car, but I don't have one.

I only have an average driver.

It's a pity that it is still in the magic capital.

When I returned home by car, it was similar to Yu Huanshui's house. The small house of more than 60 square meters was a little cramped. Zhuang Ziqiang was used to living in the mansion of Seaview No. [-] recently, and he still didn't feel used to it after coming back for several days.

The house is deserted, my mother is still fighting in the chess and card room, and my father is at home, but at this time he is buried in front of the computer desk.

He is studying the information of script killing, and he seems to be very serious.

Zhuang Ziqiang was also quite helpless, his father was really not that kind of brainless person.

Every time he cuts into a new field, he will always go to understand it beforehand, but this understanding is often only given to the surface. Personality factors determine that he cannot go to an industry to experience everything by himself, which also leads to the final result. As you wish.

I am in my 50s, and I spend a long time in front of the computer, maybe my eyes are a little blurry. My father took out a pair of glasses from nowhere.

Zhuang Ziqiang didn't notice it when he came back last time.

"These reading glasses? When will you get them?"

His father took a look at him, "I got it when I was five months old, my eyes are so dazzled."

After finishing speaking, continue to study his script killing materials.

Zhuang Ziqiang sighed in his heart. He has grown up, and his parents are also old.

No matter how unreliable these two people are, they are also the fetters that he can't get rid of.

"dad!"

"What are you doing?" Dad replied without looking back.

"Stop that entrepreneurial plan of yours for now!"

His father responded this time, and starting a business has already been integrated into his bone marrow for him.

"What's wrong? I didn't ask you for money."

Zhuang Ziqiang thought, it's not that you didn't ask me for money, it's just that I didn't give it to you, okay?

"You and mom go on a trip outside!"

"Travel? What are you doing with that money? Where have you been in my life? Magic City, Yanjing, Yangcheng, Rongcheng, Shancheng..."

As soon as my father talked about these things, he was very familiar with them. He had indeed been to these cities in his early years of business, but it was a pity that he just left them in a hurry.

"You don't need to spend money, I'll pay for you two." Zhuang Ziqiang said.

"Really?" My father's eyes lit up when he heard that he didn't need to pay for it himself.

Zhuang Ziqiang couldn't see his father's face. He was a little thirsty. He went to the refrigerator to get a glass of water, took a sip, and said, "Really. I'll pay you two. You go to the country and have a good time. How about it?"

Father stroked his chin and looked suspiciously at Zhuang Ziqiang's eyes.

"You kid is so kind?"

Kindness was treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, Zhuang Ziqiang said angrily: "Would you like to go!"

"Go! You must go!" Seeing his son getting angry, his father immediately realized that Zhuang Ziqiang really wanted to let blood this time.

"Okay, then you go and call Mom back, and discuss where to go, and I will report to the group for you."

The father shrank his head, "Why don't you call me!"

Zhuang Ziqiang said contemptuously, "Look at how promising you are!"

Then he entered the room, "We'll talk about it when my mother comes back."

Father pouted from outside the room, speaking as if you were not afraid.

Chen Pingping at the poker table was extremely irritable, and the father and son did not dare to stroke their beards easily.

The next morning, when Zhuang Ziqiang woke up, his mother was sitting at the dining table, devouring steamed stuffed buns.

"You are so old, don't stay up all night." Zhuang Ziqiang said.

Mother said: "If you don't want to eat, I will give it to your father."

Zhuang Ziqiang picked up the steamed stuffed bun, took a bite, and said, "Yesterday, I told my dad to sign up for a tour group for the two of you."

The mother swallowed the buns in her mouth and asked, "Where did you get the money?"

"Earn it!"

"writing a novel?"

"No, I recently went to work again. In Shanghai, my income is not bad. Didn't I tell you that day?"

Only then did my mother remember, "Yes!"

"You are a sign of dementia."

"Go away! Did you curse yourself like that?" Mother scolded.

"Then are you going?"

"Go! Of course I'm going. You kid has had a blood test, so you have to go."

The mother bit off the bun and said viciously.

Then she asked again: "Son, are you talking about a girlfriend?"

"Why do you care about this?"

"Is it okay if I ask?"

"If you have time, think about how to make a success, and don't study me!"

(End of this chapter)