Almighty Appraiser

Chapter 103
"Yang Xingwen, there is no news yet?"

In an extremely luxurious presidential suite, Zhao Yuliang stood at the door of the bedroom wearing big pants and silk pajamas to answer the phone.

The sinister expression on his angular face became increasingly grim as the voice on the other end of the phone became weaker and weaker.

Behind him, a few steps away, on the large and comfortable double bed, there is a coquettish woman with no hair, her jade body stretched across, lying on it, she seems to be sleeping very deeply.

"Okay, I understand." Zhao Yuming hung up the phone, stared at the phone for a few seconds, sent a message to his cousin Zhao Yuliang, then turned off the phone and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

On the other end of the phone, Sun Jinxue was a little anxious, until someone reminded him that he realized that the phone had already been hung up by Zhao Yuming.

"Yang Datou, what the hell is he doing?" Sun Jinxue took the wine glass handed over from the side, raised his head and drank it abruptly.

This is used to cover up the embarrassment he showed in front of everyone in the box just now.

While swallowing the spirits, staring at the phone screen, looking for Yang Xingwen's phone number.

He remembered that during the last meal, he should have asked for his contact information.

I swiped here and there, but there was no Yang Xingwen number.

Putting down the wine glass, sat in the corner of the box, covered one ear and called Youjie.

No one answered Youjie's side, and it wasn't until the third time that the call was answered.

Before Sun Jinxue could speak, he heard an indescribable groan coming from the other end of the phone.

"You kid, you must have eaten too much kidney." Sun Jinxue yelled at the phone, "What time is it? I'm going out of town."

On the other end of the phone, Youjie's lazy voice sounded: "Sun Shao, don't call me at this point in the future, it's too fucking spoiling my interest, you are about to charge, just call one after another, I will I suspect that your kid is doing it on purpose."

Sun Jinxue bared his teeth and laughed: "Master Jie, if it wasn't an urgent matter, I wouldn't be able to call you like a barrage."

"If I had known this, I should have posted a video, hehe."

"Go and wash first." On the other end of the phone, Youjie pushed away the naked ketone body that was approaching, and he didn't bother to wear anything, leaning on the quilt and said, "Sun Shao, tell me what's going on and I'll listen." .”

Sun Jinxue obviously heard You Jie's first words, and grinned "kindly" to remind You Jie: "Young Master Jie, at least we are on the phone, you should think about brother's feelings a little bit, and be careful when you speak. .”

Youjie chuckled, looking at the body slowly wandering into the bathroom like a wolf, without saying anything.

"Ms. Ming just called to ask if Yang Xingwen didn't do anything. The people he sent over saw that kid Shen Yunfeng going to and from get off work on time every day."

Sun Jinxue said worriedly, "Master Ming's temper is clear to you and my brother. If Yang Xingwen's side continues to delay, and Master Ming will pursue it at that time, I'm afraid you and I will have to walk away if we can't eat it."

On the other end of the phone, Youjie let out a "hmm", pulled the bath towel around his waist indiscriminately, walked on the soft carpet with bare feet, and frowned involuntarily.

Sun Jinxue was definitely not alarmist. Obviously, Youjie also realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Master Sun, I will give it to Yang now."

"buzzing"

Sun Jinxue heard that Youjie stopped talking halfway, and then there was a phone call.

"Young Master Sun, hang up first, I'll call you later." You Jie became nervous when he saw the number of the caller, "It was Young Master Liang who called, and I probably asked Yang Xingwen why he didn't do anything yet. "

Sun Jinxue let out an "um" and hung up the phone.

Just as he moved the phone away from his ear, there was a deafening sound immediately. Two women in cool clothes were already leaning towards him holding goblets.

In a certain luxurious room in the city, Youjie respectfully faced the phone: "Young Master Liang, it's me, tell me."

The bathroom door was pushed open, and the enchanting woman wrapped in a bath towel was about to come to Layoujie to go in, but he blocked her with a look.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the night, but Yuan Dongliang was not sleepy at all. The entire villa was lit with lights, especially the hall on the first floor. To describe it as brightly lit was no exaggeration at all.

At this time, Yuan Dongliang was not the only one who didn't feel sleepy in his villa.

The middle-aged woman sitting next to him was very handsome and had a kind face. Maybe it was because she saw the uneasiness on the face of her husband sitting opposite, which made her feel a little worried.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the driver and maid at home received a call from the middle-aged woman who had not yet returned home and arranged to take a vacation.

So, at this moment, there are only Yuan Dongliang, his parents and his family of three in Nuo Da's villa.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite Yuan Dongliang sat on the large and comfortable leather sofa with his arms folded on his chest, looking at his son quietly.

Yuan Dongliang's face shape and stature are obviously like those of his chairman's father, with only eyes and nose, which resembles his own mother, that is, the middle-aged woman sitting next to him.

The middle-aged man is the owner of this single-family villa, Yuan Dongliang’s father, and Yuan Shengrong, the chairman of a foreign trade company in Hanzhong.

The middle-aged woman sitting next to Yuan Dongliang was named Liu Fangya, who was Yuan Dongliang's mother and was in charge of the finances of her foreign trade company.

The family of three has been sitting in this position for almost half an hour.

"Dongliang, tell Dad the truth, what happened to the sudden extra 80 in Zhen Yuxuan's account?"

Yuan Shengrong suppressed the anger in his heart and asked warmly about his only seedling.

Liu Fangya put her hand on the back of Yuan Dongliang's hand, indicating that he should talk to his father.

"Dad, Mom, I didn't lie," Yuan Dongliang smiled, although he was very reluctant, "I haven't answered this question fifty times, my son, so it must have been thirty times, why don't you two believe me? ?”

"The extra 80 in the account was indeed earned by selling antiques in the store."

"Mom, Dad, I just don't understand. Are you such a parent?" Yuan Dongliang raised his head and looked at the frowning father of the chairman opposite him. "You just expect me to go bankrupt?"

Yuan Shengrong waved his hand and said in a calm voice: "Don't interrupt with your father. If you don't explain clearly tonight, none of the three of us will sleep."

Liu Fangya looked at her husband with some worry, and turned to persuade her son: "Dongliang, your father has high blood pressure, and he is most afraid of staying up late. If you have anything to say, tell your father well."

"Lao Yuan, the same goes for you. Why are you angry with your son? Take the antihypertensive medicine first."

Yuan Shengrong frowned and said nothing, but kept looking at Yuan Dongliang's face.

Liu Fangya patted the back of Yuan Dongliang's hand lightly, signaling him to take it easy and let his father drink the medicine.

"Dad, you drank the medicine, so I'll tell you the truth," Yuan Dongliang sighed helplessly, "I beg you, son, how can you say that you are also the chairman of a big company, so can you stop making such a fuss?"

"Let's talk about the facts and make fun of our own health, that would be boring."

While talking, he walked over and stuffed the water glass into Dad's right hand, took the medicine bottle, opened Dad's left hand, and poured out two antihypertensive medicines in his palm.

Seeing her son doing the movements with ease, Liu Fangya's slightly frowned brows immediately relaxed, and the originally worried expression was quickly replaced by a full of relief.

Yuan Shengrong resisted for a few seconds, but quickly surrendered under his son's "powerful" affectionate offensive.

"That's right," Yuan Dongliang watched his father drink the medicine, then turned around and sat next to his mother, and said with some helplessness, "I can see clearly, you and your husband are two, and you are not looking forward to doing it. My son, I do what I like, but I don’t like you so much?"

Yuan Shengrong wanted to speak, but was stopped by Liu Fangya.

"Lao Yuan, don't talk for now. You just took the medicine. Now you can lean on the sofa and squint for a while."

"Dongliang, a man spits out a nail at a time. First, let's make it clear what the 80 yuan is. As for whether you will come to work in the company, we will talk about it another day."

Liu Fangya's tone was easy-going, but what he said made Yuan Shengrong, Yuan Dongliang and his son unable to find any reason to refute.

(End of this chapter)