The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

[Brother:? 】

Behind "good dad", a question mark appeared in the dialog box with a blank line between the lines.

Banjo was clearly puzzled by the scene.

When he saw Banzhuo's news, Ban Zhun's drunkenness immediately woke up more than half, and he sat up suddenly, holding the phone with both hands, and lowered his head to confirm that the words on the screen were indeed true.

After looking at it twice, Ban Zhun swallowed.

Happy birthday.

Maybe before Rong Qian did anything to him, the elder brother would have to do something to him, a poor little guy who just wanted to save his life.

Ban Zhun sniffed, and when he lowered his head and pulled the quilt on his lap, he suddenly found that this habit of covering the quilt made him feel very strange. He couldn't help being a little surprised for a while, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

He can't remember what happened in Fulitang before.

But the top priority is not the grandeur, but the big brother on the other side of the phone screen.

Ban Zhun thought hard for a long time, but he still couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation, so he simply pretended that he didn't see the news from Ban Zhuo, and dialed the phone back to Ban Zhuo directly.

His elder brother is so tolerant and magnanimous, shouldn't he be angry with him because of such a trivial matter?

Banjo was quickly on the phone.

"What were you doing before, why didn't you answer the phone?"

Ban Zhun was a little confused about how his elder brother felt about Rong Qian, and naturally he didn't dare to say that he was unconscious because he went to Fulitanghuang to support Rong Qian in the afternoon, and when he was carried back, he didn't know his kindness It's a matter of who a person is.

"Brother, I..."

Just as Ban Zhun wanted to make up a nonsense, Ban Zhuo saw through it and interrupted him mercilessly:

"Don't lie."

Ban Zhun: "..."

Terrifying powers of detection.

In the face of absolute power, Ban Zhun can only tell the truth.

"Brother, I... After removing the plaster, I went to sit in the magnificent palace for a while."

Banjo sneered, "Did you drink?"

Ban Zhun knew that if his elder brother knew the truth, he would definitely feel that he was trying to die again, but if he told him the truth, he didn't know if he would be considered a love brain.

After all, in the eyes of all of them, he is now a prodigal who loves Rongqian so much that he would rather spend sky-high prices than get him.

"Drink a little."

Ban Zhun dare not deceive Ban Zhuo any more, so he can only tell the truth.

The sound of putting down the mouse came from the other end of the phone, and Ban Zhun shrank his head like a little quail in fright, and hurriedly explained:

"Brother, all I drank was wine brought by Liu Mang and Qin Shou, and it didn't cost our family a penny."

"Who told you about this?"

Banjo is annoyed by Banjoon's lack of awareness of the point of the problem.

He has always been in a stable mood and never loses his temper casually, but only this lawless little brother of his own always makes him feel like smoke is coming out of his seven orifices.

"You said yourself that you dared to drink just after the plaster cast was removed today?" Banzhuo suppressed his anger faintly.

It was this thing.

The feeling of being cared for made Ban Zhun's heart warm, and he said to Ban Zhuo with a busy smile:

"It's okay, brother, my injury has healed a long time ago, and my healing ability is very strong. You don't have to worry. If you are unhappy, I won't drink it these days."

Banzhuo was originally the same as his father Banjiang, not a person who is good at expressing emotions, and being able to speak for this sake is already the ultimate level of him.

Hearing that Ban Zhun had promised him, Ban Zhuo was a little surprised for a while.

Banjoben felt that Ban Zhun could not drink as much as he used to all day long, and when he called him, he no longer talked loudly and only knew how to brag, which was already very satisfying to him.

It's incredible that he can still take the initiative to make a promise to himself now.

Therefore, Banzhuo didn't bother with this matter anymore, and began to tell Banzhun what he was going to say when he called before.

"Your hotel in the western suburbs of Jinghai is not well managed," Banjo's voice was always clear and cold when talking about work, like an emotionless machine, "I have already sent someone to take it over."

Ban Zhun caught the key words sensitively.

His hotel was not doing well and his eldest brother took over.

Thinking of the plot line that happened later, Ban Zhun immediately responded to Ban Zhuo without hesitation:

"Brother, you are so right. I don't know anything about hotel management. If you are willing to take care of my mess, I will be grateful."

Banjo froze for a moment.

He didn't know that Ban Zhun would hand over the management rights of the hotel to himself so happily, but even if he took the management rights, he was still helping Ban Commodore to do a better job, not interested in the property under his name.

But Banjo is a person who is too lazy to explain. Hearing his younger brother's self-deprecating remarks, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable:

"Isn't your hotel in Jinghai Film and Television City doing well?"

He didn't like to see Ban Zhun belittle himself. His younger brother was the best no matter where he was, except he liked to play a little bit.

Hearing that Banzhuo suddenly mentioned the hotel he was in Jinghai, Banzhun understood again.

"Brother, do you want the management right of that house..."

Having said that, Ban Zhun paused.

As a pure man who really cares about face, his elder brother definitely can't listen to the words "you want", so Ban Zhun quickly changed his words to save Banzhuo's face.

"Do you want to help me manage it together?"

Banjo turned him down without hesitation:

"You managed it well, you don't need me to intervene."

Banzhuo's refusal made Banzhun feel that it was due to the dignity and reserve of the capitalist, so he changed his strategy and begged Banzhuo directly:

"Brother, it's because the business is doing well, that's why I want to ask him to help me. I'm worried that this hotel will follow in the footsteps of the one in the western suburbs, so please come to me..."

Banzhuo's tone was sincere, with a resolute look like "If you reject me, I'll just tear down that house", so Banzhuo believed it.

"Okay, then I'll take care of it for you for a while, and I'll return it to you when the condition in the western suburbs..." gets better.

The second half of Banjo's sentence was interrupted by Ban Zhun:

"Then I will trouble you, brother! I may still need my brother to take care of these worrying things for me in the future. Thank you, brother."

The young man's voice with a warm smile made Banjo's fingers holding the phone pause.

Unconsciously rubbed the frame of the phone, cleared his throat and said:

"Oh, I see."

How did this brat become more and more polite.

"By the way, brother," Ban Zhun remembered the things he ordered a few days ago, and hurriedly said before Banzhuo hung up the phone, "Brother, are you at home or at work tomorrow morning?"

Banjo was baffled by his question, but he still answered truthfully: "At home in the morning, and go to the company around eleven o'clock in the afternoon."

"What's wrong?" Banjo asked.

Ban Zhun gripped the quilt tightly in his palm, rubbed his lips and said in embarrassment:

"I have prepared a gift for elder brother. Since elder brother is at home tomorrow morning, I will send it to elder brother in the morning."

"give me?"

Ban Zhun couldn't believe it.

Should he really set aside a day, and the leader is ready to check and check his brain.

"Yes, brother, when I go back tomorrow, you will know what the gift is. It's getting late, brother, go to bed early, good night."

After hanging up the phone, Ban Zhun felt a lot more relaxed while holding the phone.

He can use this method to transfer the property to his elder brother, which is really better than Banzhuo using his own power outside after the brothers turned against each other in the future, being tough and not leaving him a single stitch.

But... What does his elder brother mean by making this call?

Are you hinting at him?

Hotels, real estate, money.

Ban Zhun suddenly realized.

It all boils down to money.

Banzhuo has always been strict, but in the past Banzhun always paid no attention to Banzhuo's admonition, but now it is different, Banzhun already knows what will happen if he is disobedient.

Therefore, in the face of every word of Banjo, he will analyze the deeper meaning in Banjo's words word by word, and then try to do his best.

Banzhun felt that since Banzhuo wanted to reach out to the Ban family's assets in the end, the most important thing he cared about was money. Today's call to take away the management right of Jinghai Xijiao Hotel is a very clear example. .

So in addition to the income from the studio, Ban Zhun also planned to find another way of making money.

He directly picked up his mobile phone and called Zhen Bujia.

When the mobile phone was vibrating in his pocket, Zhen Bujia just let go of Chen Sijian's collar, and waved his hand to signal Xiao Qin that he can send this unconscious thing to the police station now, and arrange for someone to take care of it, don't let him be so easy The land was taken out by the Chen family.

Xiao Qin nodded, turned and left the cramped room.

"Hey, Brother Zhun," Zhen Bujia's surprised voice made Ban Zhun feel more cordial, and he didn't have the slightest look of viciousness when he hit someone just now, "Sober up so soon?"

Zhen Bujia remembered Rong Qian's explanation to him before taking Ban Zhun away.

"After you get home, if he calls you, just say that you sent him back."

At that time, Zhen Bujia naturally agreed, after all, he absolutely didn't want to have the same style of Chen Sijian's cyan "necklace" as wide as two fingers on his neck.

But as a loyal believer of the Ban family, how could Zhen Bujia do such a thing as deceiving the boss, and he would naturally tell Ban Zhun the whole truth.

However, during this period, he still tried his best to erect a moving archway for his hard work.

"Brother Zhun, don't you know, Mr. Rong almost strangled Chen Sijian to death because of his touching you. When I dragged him in just now, he was already out of breath. I don't know whether to seek a veterinarian or You should see a forensic doctor."

Ban Zhun thought about Chen Sijian's affairs a little dullly, and asked with a frown, "Me and...Chen Sijian, what's the matter?"

Before the magnificent opening, wasn't Chen Sijian the second generation ancestor who often had trouble with them in the resplendent and resplendent?Did they have any conflict tonight?

Zhen Bujia didn't know whether Ban Zhun was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, anyway, he took the trouble to repeat it to Ban Zhun:

"I just went to watch the video, Brother Zhun, then Chen Sijian may have regarded you as a duckling..."

Before the words finished, there was a coolness behind Zhen Bujia, but the fact was indeed like this.

In the video, Chen Sijian has a clear goal and behaves frivolously. He doesn't seem to want to respect Ban Zhun at all. He just takes a rum bottle and pours it into Ban Zhun's mouth.

This kind of thing happened from time to time in the previous resplendent, and people like Ban Zhun and the others would not pay too much attention to jokes of this level, so neither the staff nor the attendants around him would watch it. Think it's a thing.

But only Zhen Bujia knows that Ban Zhun is now married. If someone molested him in this way, in Zhen Bujia's eyes, this situation would hurt Rong Qian's dignity. The current owner of the dignified boss is Rong, and Rong Qian can't lose face.

At a critical juncture, a slender arm suddenly stretched out from the blind spot of surveillance, grabbed Chen Sijian's neck firmly and firmly, and slammed him against the wall with such force that even the surveillance screen shook slightly.

Like a poisonous snake that had been hit to seven inches, Chen Sijian struggled painfully, but the hand holding his neck was not shaken by his massive struggle at all, but seemed to have absorbed his force. The strength on the road is getting more and more stable.

Seeing that, Zhen Bujia felt cold all over and was sweating profusely.

When he heard Zhen Bujia's adjectives to himself, Ban Zhun squinted his eyes in displeasure, and just about to say something, he heard Zhen Bujia repeatedly "咖咖哗":

"Brother Zhun, brother Zhun, I was wrong."

In fact, Ban Zhun knew what Zhen Bujia wanted to express, but he just felt that Zhen Bujia had become a little more unruly since he had a car accident, and since then he wanted to make him recognize his position.

"Your bonus is gone."

Ban Zhun didn't continue to listen to Zhen Bujia's nonsense, and sat up directly from the bed, pulled the quilt wrapped around his lap, and blocked the air gap tightly.

Zhen Bujia cares most about money.

As the saying goes, money can turn ghosts, and the same principle is more effective in Zhen Bujia.

It's just that because of years of training by the Ban family, even in front of the gold mine, he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction with the Ban family.

Hearing Ban Zhun's cold attitude when he spoke just now, Zhen Bujia knew that his bonus could not be returned, and instead of entanglement, it is better to behave well from now on, so he responded with a smile:

"Okay, I see, Brother Zhun, I will pay attention to it in the future."

As soon as Ban Zhun heard the noise over there, his head hurt badly, so he took the phone away and continued talking about himself:

"Last time I heard you say that the eldest lady of Chenghua Group got married and wanted to borrow my phantom?"

His phantom is a customized version of crimson red, which is suitable as a float when getting married, so as to show the grandeur of the couple.

Zhen Bujia felt very strange that Ban Zhun called to inquire about this matter, and while answering the question, he raised his own question:

"That's right, brother Zhun, you said you didn't want to borrow it at the time, but in fact, Miss Chenghua Group wanted to talk to you, brother Zhun..."

Ban Zhun didn't have the patience to listen to Zhen Bujia's gossip.

"Then ask her if she still needs it now?"

Zhen Bujia subway old man looks at his mobile phone.JPG.

"Brother Zhun, I... that was a marriage."

Ban Zhun let out an "ang" and cleared his throat in embarrassment:

"Then help me post the advertisement. All the red cars in my garage can be rented out, even the black ones..."

Zhen Bujia's eyes were full of doubts, "Brother Zhun..."

What happened to Ben?

Ban Zhun didn't know what Zhen Bujia was slandering in his heart, so he said to himself what was in his heart:

"Twenty-five thousand a time. Jinghai City is so big that there are weddings every day. I've already calculated that just by driving that Brabus, I can earn more than 90 a year."

"Brother Zhun, have you encountered any financial difficulties?"

Although Zhen Bujia loves money like his life, after all, he has been with Ban Zhun for so many years, if the boss is really in trouble, as a subordinate, he must be obliged to do his best to help him.

"It's a waste for those cars to be parked in the warehouse all day long. It's better to rent them out for a run. Remember, if it's a phantom, the minimum is [-] a day, but the red one starts at [-], did you hear that?"

After hanging up the phone, Zhen Bujia couldn't help but start to worry about the situation of Ban's family.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly took a look at the trend of the market.

Yesterday, Ban's stock was clearly trading at the daily limit. Why is Brother Zhun looking like he can't afford to live today?

After explaining his thoughts, Ban Zhun finally breathed a sigh of relief. After waking up, his consciousness was still a little groggy, so he simply collapsed under the blanket and fell asleep.

A good night's dream.

When Rong Qian came out of the bedroom, he happened to see Ban Zhun standing in front of the cooking counter in the kitchen drinking water with his back turned to him.

Probably not long after waking up, the thin hair on the top of the head was slightly swaying with the slight air currents in the air due to static electricity.

It's kind of cute for no reason.

Thinking of the charming scene he saw last night, Rong Qian hastily lowered his head not to look at him.

Liquor misleads people.

Even he, who had only been smelled of alcohol for a while, felt a little drunk.

Not to mention Ban Zhun who was immersed in it.

Ban Zhun rubbed his eyes, bowed his head and yawned, and was about to go back to the room to change clothes with a water glass in his hand, but ran into Rong Qian who was also walking towards the kitchen.

"morning."

Ban Zhun slept all night but couldn't remember the details of what happened last night. He only knew that Rong Qian had kindly brought him home from the clubhouse.

As for how to get it back...

Tsk, what kind of method can big men use?Of course he came back with his shoulders draped over his shoulders.

"morning."

Although Rong Qian felt a little awkward, it wasn't enough for Ban Zhun to see that something was wrong with him.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, you..." Ban Zhun didn't mention what happened last night, and took the lead in talking about other things.

He couldn't figure out what Rong Qian was thinking, he didn't know if the kid wanted someone to accompany him for the new year, or if he wanted to be alone.

But according to Rong Qian's good face, if he just asked him "Do you want me to spend the New Year with you", I'm afraid he will be slapped again because of shame.

Ban Zhun was really afraid of his reflexive attack.

"I might be a little busy on Chinese New Year's Day." Let's see the reaction first.

Rong Qian glanced at Ban Zhun, but ignored him.

busy?

I don't know which little one should accompany me to eat the New Year's Eve dinner on the water bed last night, or which calf should drink the wine fed to me?

Those who celebrate the Chinese New Year are still concerned about misbehavior, which is simply extremely dirty.

Seeing that Rong Qian was not dissatisfied with his words, Ban Zhun couldn't help but feel relieved.

It seems that this ancestor does not need him to accompany him, he can go home for the New Year.

"I'll order a New Year's Eve dinner for you in advance, and it will be delivered to your home before the Spring Festival Gala, so you don't have to cook."

Ban Zhun took out his phone and shook it, raised his hand again and rubbed his red and swollen eyes due to hangover:

"I've also bought breakfast, and it will be delivered in a while. You can eat it directly. I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Ban Zhun thought he had arranged things in an orderly manner, and he didn't notice Rong subconsciously clenched his fingers on the rim of the cup when he turned and walked towards the room.

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When Ban Zhun got off the car, the whole Ban's old house was so pleasantly surprised that it wished to set off a firecracker with [-] rings.

"Young master, why don't you call me when you come back, I'll pick you up."

Uncle Zhao is directing the servants at home to do the last large-scale cleaning a year ago.

Seeing Ban Zhun walking in with a bag on his back, the smile lines at the end of his eyes deepened a bit.

"Haha, Uncle Zhao, I'm coming back to see my eldest brother, and I'm coming back to see you too."

Ban Zhun pointed to the backpack behind him and signaled Uncle Zhao to take him into the house.

The Ban family and his wife were watching TV in the living room. By the way, they were making dumplings on the coffee table, preparing for the dumpling banquet in a few days.

"Are you sure to come back? Is it cold?"

Zhuo Meimei dropped the rolling pin and trotted towards Ban Zhun, patted Ban Zhun's cold cheek, rubbed it lovingly, and looked down at his leg where the cast had been removed.

"I'm not cold, mom, where's brother?"

"Your elder brother is upstairs."

As soon as Mei Zhuo finished speaking, Banzhuo walked down the stairs in a suit and leather shoes.

Ban Zhun couldn't hold back the anxiety in his heart, he just wanted to express his feelings to his elder brother as soon as possible.

So go straight to the edge of the stairs.

The awe of Banjo made Banzhun not dare to be careless at all. He held the black backpack in front of him devoutly with both hands, and cleared his throat:

"Brother, this is a gift I customized for you, I hope you don't dislike it."

"Oh, we must have really grown up."

When Zhuo Meimei heard what Ban Zhuo said to Ban Zhuo, she couldn't help but reached out her hand and patted Ban Jiang's arm in joy, "Look at you, old Ban, you can see how well behaved you are, and you already know how to buy a gift for eldest brother."

Ban Jiang had heard it a long time ago, but he just pretended not to care, and rolled the dumpling wrapper lightly:

"What's the fuss about, isn't it always like this?"

Banjo frowned slightly, and subconsciously stood up straight, ready to welcome the so-called gift from the little monster.

He was actually a little surprised.

This little boy who has been mischievous for more than [-] years has become more and more sensible after being involved in a car accident this year.

It often makes people a little surprised.

But no matter how sensible Ban Zhun is, Ban Zhuo, the eldest brother, is not willing to trade Ban Zhun's life and health for his cuteness and sensibleness.

If possible, he would rather that Ban Zhun would continue to be a second-generation patriarch under his control and protection as before, carefree and happy...

However, when Ban Zhun took out a big red square box from his backpack, Ban Zhuo suddenly had a bad feeling.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Ban Zhun's hand, watching him open the box little by little——

A heavy, chubby, yellow... large gold bracelet was unreservedly exposed to everyone's sight.

Banjo: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Banzhun realized that everyone was looking at him, so he scratched his earlobe embarrassingly, and explained to Banzhuo with a grin:

"Brother, do you like it? I specially ordered the biggest one, and I guarantee that you won't even be able to walk steadily."

Banjo suddenly and clearly felt that he was really filial to death.

The author has something to say:

Class Boss: Brother should be satisfied this time.And Rong Qian, if I don't disturb his Spring Festival Gala, he should be very grateful to me, right?

Mrs. Ban: There must be a newly customized ring hidden in the New Year's Eve dinner he ordered for me. I have to eat carefully when the time comes, so as not to waste my wife's thoughts.

[I got a small integer today, hee hee, I want to write a little more after entering v, use the time of the card to write more, hey, if you want to boast, kiss, comment, otherwise I will eat peaches, hee hee Hee, it would be great to have some hair tonic, hee hee hee hee hee - "The Weakness of Human Nature: The Greedy Donkey"]