Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Although Ji Shumiao was smiling, everyone present could see that she was unhappy, and Ji Shulang, who was sitting next to her, had a fierce look in his eyes.

Someone who was close by secretly pulled Erlangzi's sleeve and whispered to him, "Stop talking!"

The fool shook him off, stiffened his neck and continued to speak loudly: "You are narrow-minded nationalism!"

Ji Shumiao laughed out loud: "I have 56 ethnic groups in my heart, so I'm not narrow-minded."

"Xiao Zhang, shut up and get out!" his team leader scolded.

Ji Shumiao waved his hand: "Let him continue."

She was also curious about how stupid this idiot was.

Erlangzi really didn't disappoint her. His face was flushed red, and he was very emotional and said, "I didn't expect that you are young, narrow-minded, and narrow-minded, and you are also a Japanese-hating angry young man. What good can you get from doing this?"

"I'm happy." Ji Shumiao answered as a matter of course, "I also made money, isn't that enough?"

Erlangzi continued: "Don't you know that your unfair competition methods will undermine the friendly diplomatic relations between the two countries?"

Ji Shumiao laughed angrily, looking at him like a fool: "Friendly diplomatic relations? You really overestimate my influence. Friendly diplomatic relations are only within the range of cannons. If China today is still poor and weak and at the mercy of others, do you think there will be friendly diplomatic relations?"

Ji Shulang closed the pen in his hand and asked, "I remember you graduated from a regular university, didn't you study modern history?"

"That's all history! It's in the past, it's time to turn the page!" Erlangzi argued confidently, "In today's globalized world, we should put aside our ethnic hatred..."

Ji Shumiao frowned and interrupted him coldly: "The past, turn the page, let it go, are you qualified to say these words? The premise of turning the page of history is that the perpetrators admit their guilt and make compensation. Did they admit their guilt? Can they make up for it? Do you know why my great-grandfather's generation was so small? Do you know how many relatives of my grandfather died on the battlefield? Do you know how many tombstones there are in the martyrs' cemetery in my hometown alone?"

The fool murmured, trying to refute but couldn't utter a word.

"Of course you don't know, and you don't care. What you care about is the talk of universal peace and the illusory great benevolence and righteousness." Ji Shumiao sneered sarcastically, "When others show a little kindness and friendliness, you are eager to lick them. I really want to check your ancestors for three generations!"

The atmosphere in the conference room was stagnant. Erlangzi raised his hand to wipe his face and suddenly found that his palms were sweaty. Everyone was as tense as a rock. They completely forgot their past contempt for Ji Shumiao and forgot that the leader sitting at the top with a gloomy face and a posture as straight as a pine or cypress was just a ten-year-old girl with a childish face.

In the dull and suffocating atmosphere, only Ji Shulang lowered his eyes and glanced, laughing in his heart.

Some people appear serious and imposing on the surface, but secretly their feet can't even reach the ground when they sit on a chair.

"Today's meeting ends here." Ji Shulang broke the silence, "Everyone go out and get busy."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, quickly packed up their things and left the meeting room. Erlangzi was also taken away by his team leader for a lecture.

As soon as the door of the conference room was closed, Ji Shumiao's true colors were immediately revealed. He leaned back in his chair, humming softly, and crossed his legs, kneading them while crying.

Ji Shulang laughed out loud: "You are obvious."

Ji Shumiao pounded the back of the chair: "This broken chair is too high!"

"You are too short. Eating alone won't make you grow taller."

Ji Shumiao curled his lips: "I have grown 8 centimeters in this year!"

"Yes, you're already 1.42 meters tall." Ji Shulang suppressed his laughter, "Let the logistics staff change your chair."

Ji Shumiao refused without even thinking: "No! That would be so embarrassing for me!"

Because of their age, the two siblings, as the actual managers of the company, only had the empty titles of "Little Ji" and "Lang", which were actually just internal titles of the company, and Tang Zhilong was the one who did the work of keeping up appearances. The two kids had mountains of work to do, but not even a dime of salary.

Tang Zhilong has been in Tianjin these days, and the brother and sister are looking after him in the company. Ji Shulang has also discussed the matter with his class teacher, and with the support of his parents, the class teacher agreed. Ji Shulang now has the right to take leave at will, but the prerequisite is that his grades can only improve and not regress, otherwise the class teacher will immediately revoke this right.

Ji Shulang has his own office, which is smaller than Ji Shumiao's and hidden in the corner - Ji Shulang doesn't want to be seen while doing his homework.

During lunch break, everyone was resting except Ji Shulang, who was still studying hard. He was doing the actual physics test papers for the senior high school entrance exam. It was extremely difficult for him and he was grimacing and looking grim.

The fool knocked on the door and pushed it open before Ji Shulang could say anything. "Mr. Lang, this is a little gift from me. Thank you for helping me out this morning."

Ji Shulang: “…”

Erlangzi held the things in his hands with both hands and placed them on his desk, then opened the bag and showed them: "This is my junior high school study notes. I just went home to get them because I thought you might need them. Don't despise me. I had very good grades in junior high school. My high school entrance exam scores were among the best in the district, especially in physics. I even won a prize in a physics competition!"

There was a hint of pride in his tone, and Ji Shulang's mouth twitched slightly: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Erlangzi waved his hand.

Ji Shulang waited for him to leave, and when he saw that he hadn't left yet, he looked up and asked, "Anything else?"

"I do have something to say, but I don't know whether I should say it or not."

Ji Shulang said bluntly: "Then don't talk about it."

The fool seemed to have made up his mind and said resolutely, "Boss Lang, I just feel it's not worth it for you. Why should we both have the last name Ji? She is just a little girl and she calls herself Boss Ji. She even rides on your head! She has the final say in everything. How can she still regard you as her brother? If you give her some humility, she will really think she is a real phoenix and has no respect for seniority!"

Ji Shulang was fooled by his laughter: "Seniority? You've lived a long life, from the Qing Dynasty to the present. We don't have those rules in our family. Whoever is capable can go first. I'm not capable so I won't go first. Do you understand?"

Erlangzi was still trying to defend himself: "Boss Lang, we are all men, so stop pretending in front of me..."

"Who do you think you are? You weigh only three taels of bone, but you don't know how much you weigh?" Ji Shulang interrupted him in a deep voice, "My sister is the real phoenix, and I still think the phoenix is ​​not worthy of her."

Erlangzi was speechless, his face full of disbelief.

"Have you been to the Memorial Hall of the Victims in the Nanjing Massacre?" Ji Shulang asked.

Erlangzi shook his head, not understanding what he was trying to say.

Ji Shulang: "It doesn't matter. You'll have time to go after you lose your job. If your views are immature, you can still be saved. But if your heart is crooked, there's no hope."

Ji Shulang called the HR department to come and help Erlangzi with his resignation. When they left, Ji Shulang almost broke the pen in his hand, cursing, "What an idiot! I'm tired of doing homework!"