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"I came to you today for business."

Wei Qiao didn't even pause, and answered, "What did you want to say to me that day?"

Obviously, he had already guessed the purpose of his visit, and was just waiting for He Beixun to say it.

He Beixun pointed his fingers at him, and finally counted his thumbs up, obviously convinced him.

Wei Qiao sat on the armrest of the sofa and took a sip of water: "Tell me, what's the matter with being so cautious?"

"Do you want to do business?" He Beixun is not a person who is tired of crookedness, so he simply confessed: "I want to become a shareholder."

Wei Qiao does have plans to start a business, but what he has always wanted is to open a small shop and hire employees, so he doesn't need to worry too much, and he still wants to work in other companies.

Wei Qiao's family is not as good as the three of them. It is either the second generation of officials or the second generation of rich people. He Beixun is even more so. Wei Qiao has to think about the family.

Wei Qiao didn't say this: "Who did you listen to?"

He Beixun tapped the papers on the table with his fingers: "Who else needs to tell? I've been playing with you all day, and I can see it when I look at it."

"You, before you put these things in front of your eyes, you wouldn't even take a look at them, but now you observe them so carefully."

He Beixun was a little proud: "How is it?"

Wei Qiao: "Don't you ask me what business I do?"

"I believe in you, as long as you do what you want, I can invest."

Wei Qiao thought about it for a while, and said: "Cooperation is fine, but you need to work hard with me in a down-to-earth manner. If you just want to invest, throw the money and slap your ass, then I won't cooperate with you." .”

He Beixun's eyes lit up and he nodded, "Okay!"

These things cannot be discussed overnight. Now that we have agreed to work together, the two of them will probably be busy in the future. After finishing the business, He Beixun crossed his legs and said, "Guess who I went to see just now?"

"Who?"

"Lu Peng."

"He came out?" Wei Qiao was very happy: "What did you talk to his father about? It's so happy this time."

It was already dark when He Beixun came out of Wei Qiao's house. He Beixun suddenly thought that he hadn't seen his uncle for several days. In order to show his concern for his parents, he dialed his uncle's phone. His uncle hung up mercilessly.

???

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" Chen Zhihuai asked.

Qiao Bo quickly pressed the phone off and put it back in his pocket: "Don't worry about sales calls."

Chen Zhihuai didn't care: "Well, you are quite rich, and you use a new model from Apple."

! ! ! !

Chen Zhihuai's original intention was that he didn't expect that people who touch porcelain can make a lot of money now, but Qiao Bo deceived people with a guilty conscience, thinking that he had revealed his truth, and quickly lied: "This is... bought from a roadside thief."

After finishing speaking, he felt that the reason here was very stupid, and continued: "It's quite new, and it's cheap. Do you want it? I know him and I'll get you one. I just need a middle price."

Chen Zhihuai frowned, and said detachedly, "No need."

Qiao Bo heaved a sigh of relief, and began to find Chen Zhihuai unhappy again: "It's true, you rich people don't need this kind of thing. You can buy a dozen of them as soon as you flick your sleeves, and you can change them in a week."

Chen Zhihuai was not angry when he heard his eccentricity, and said calmly, "I'm not that rich."

You are not so rich, I have!Haha, you sell insurance, can you compare to me!There are more than a dozen mobile phones in my office!

Qiao Bo leaned on the leather sofa in someone else's house, and pretended to envy Chen Zhihuai, pretending to be envious of Chen Zhihuai's wealthy family, but thinking about it, he secretly hurt Chen Zhihuai.

Chen Zhihuai was naturally good at self-cultivation, and after hearing that his eloquence was exhausted, he asked, "When will your uncle come back?"

Qiaobo said vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

Chen Zhihuai: "Your ID card was really not left in my car. You have searched for it in the past two days, so you should go back."

When Qiao Bo heard this, he was unhappy: "I lost my ID card, how can I stay in a hotel?"

"My leg was injured because of you, and I'm still wearing a plaster cast. You let me go to the hotel by myself?"

"I didn't hit you."

Qiao Bo said bluntly, "You are scared."

"..."

Chen Zhihuai did not give up: "I will send you back to City B."

Qiaobo was filled with righteous indignation, and his saliva was about to spit out: "I'm so wounded! My legs are like this. You asked me to go back so far, how can I go back! I'll ask you, how do you want me to go back?" ! Why are you like this? Can you not pay any responsibility if you have money?"

Chen Zhihuai suppressed his hand, completely defeated by his clever words: "Okay, okay, just do as you said, wait until your legs are healed."

Qiaobo was satisfied, he licked his tongue: "I'm so thirsty"

After speaking, Baba looked at Chen Zhihuai, Chen Zhihuai immediately understood, and poured water for him resignedly.

As soon as Chen Zhihuai went out, Qiao Bo sent a WeChat message to He Beixun, the uncle, and told him concisely that your matter will be resolved within five days, and I will go back to see my grandfather.

Putting down the phone, Qiao Bo began to regret, for some reason, he agreed to stop Chen Zhihuai, just stop him, and the more he stopped, the more serious he was, and he stopped himself at someone's house.

After that, how did it end?

Besides, this guy surnamed Chen is pretty good, he doesn't get angry when I run on him like this, and he is also very patient with a stalker, if this matter were to be left to him, he would have called the police a long time ago.

Forget it, let's make it up to him later.

Qiao Bo has been eating and drinking at Chen Zhihuai's house for the past two days, and he has witnessed what an otaku is like.

Apart from going to work to socialize, this person surnamed Chen never went out! !

As a rich man, you should at least do something in line with your status, play badminton, soak in a hot spring or something, stay at home with an apron on every day, study cooking or play games. Is this what a boss should do?

Qiao Bo felt that Chen Zhihuai had humiliated them all.

When Chen Zhihuai washed the rag and was about to wipe the table, he finally couldn't help it.

"You're a fucking man!"

Qiao Bo's words were inexplicable, Chen Zhihuai looked at the rag in his hand, and immediately understood: "There is no rule that men cannot do housework."

"You are not short of money, can't you hire an aunt to clean? Oh yes, you seem to be asking." Qiaobo asked himself and answered.

"Auntie only came that once a day. You made the house look like a pigsty during the period, and you can't clean it up?"

"When did I mess up the pigsty?"

Chen Zhihuai glanced at him, and still said unhurriedly: "You live here now, no matter how ironic you are, you'll even scold yourself."

In order to pretend to be decent all day long, Qiao Bo used to lie down or sit, his buttocks were almost full circle, how could he ruin the house, Chen Zhihuai was so easy to shake the pot.

"Okay, it's fine to do some housework, so why do you spend every day in the kitchen fiddling with pots and pans? A gentleman stays away from the kitchen!" Qiao Bo patted the table resentfully.

Chen Zhihuai looked at him strangely: "The Qing Dynasty is dead."

...fuck me.

Qiao Bo admits defeat: "All right, all right, even if you have this kind of hobbies, then your company is not busy, why do you stay up late every day playing liver games? You are a person called Mr. Chen, why do you live with a poor guy all day long?" Same."

After listening to his words, Chen Zhihuai pondered for a while, reviewed his past, and came to a conclusion: "Why are you like my mother?"

Qiaobo didn't come up in one breath, and pouted.