Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

"Is this Wang Zhaoyun's parent? I'm his homeroom teacher. He caused trouble at school this afternoon. You'd better come here as soon as possible and take him away!"

The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was obviously suppressing his anger. Wang Zhaomou looked normal, and raised his hand to suppress the void. The music in the luxurious billiard room stopped immediately, and a group of young people clinking glasses next to them gently put down their wine glasses.

"Excuse me, is he dead?"

Wang Zhaomou has a gentle tone, with his head tilted and his mobile phone under his shoulder, leaning on the pool table, holding a pool cue in one hand, picking up the blue chocolate powder beside the table, and slowly wiping the tip of the cue a few times with his downcast eyes.

"No, no..." The homeroom teacher was a little surprised when he heard the young voice on the other side, "May I ask who are you, Wang Zhaoyun?"

"I'm the vicious half-brother he said, who also robbed his property. He swore a week ago that he wouldn't see me until he died. You might as well call me after he dies."

Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, put down the chocolate powder in his hand, and a one-eyed man next to him quickly stepped forward with a wink, and hung up the phone.

The music sounded again in the billiards room, and the young people drinking were laughing and clinking glasses. Wang Zhaomou glanced at the man on the opposite side of the table, and slowly lowered his body while holding the cue. He held the club with his right hand, and his eyes glanced at the last pair of red and black balls on the table.

Both balls are on the edge of the pocket, the red ball is hanging in the middle and easy to play, but the black ball is sticking to the edge of the table, and the white ball will be sent in if there is any carelessness.

Wang Zhaomou's body is almost parallel to the billiard table. His slim suit vest shows a smooth waist curve. His eyes are slightly raised and slightly aggressive. Medium white ball.

The white ball hit the red ball in a straight line, and the red ball went into the pocket cleanly. Before the people around had time to open their mouths to cheer, the white ball hit the edge of the library, spun out a half-arc, and hit the black ball on the other side without any mistakes. The black ball was put into storage, and the white ball wobbled and rolled a few times, before finally stopping firmly in front of the pocket.

A double ball!

The cheers erupted in an instant. Wang Zhaomou stood up slowly, closed the shot calmly, picked up the narrow-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, put them on with one hand, and smiled at the man on the opposite side of the table.

"Mr. Zhang, you lost."

The man on the other side of the pool table, who was stunned, came back to his senses when he heard the voice, and couldn't help clapping his hands in praise.

"As expected of Mr. Wang, he is two points better than your father. I will give this order to Mrs. Wang, and I will definitely put my heart at it!"

Hearing the title "Little President Wang", Wang Zhaomou smiled subduedly, "Mr. Zhang doesn't have to be so unfamiliar, you can call me Zhaomou."

"Zhaomou, this time it's a big deal of 7000 million yuan. If you do well, you and I will win together. The profit will be at least this amount!"

Mr. Zhang made a gesture, and stepped forward with a smile, "Look at you, you are only in your twenties, and you can achieve such achievements. You are really young and talented..."

Wang Zhaomou kept smiling, quietly listening to the noise of the man in front of him. For some reason, Wang Zhaomou felt a little strange because of a sudden sense of familiarity.

I seem to have seen this picture, but I don't know where it is.

Could it be that I've heard too much flattery lately, making me a bit confused?

"Zhaomou, let's have a drink together?" Mr. Zhang was all smiles.

Wang Zhaomou was about to decline his drink because he was not good at drinking, when a strange scene suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Mr. Zhang, whose eyes were full of wrinkles, looked filled with righteous indignation, and patted the table with a "dong dong".

"The Leng family is really deceiving people! How could they let the Wang Group go bankrupt because of a trivial matter!"

"What? Borrowing money? After working with Wang for so many years, my company has made billions of profits. I can't let you go back empty-handed!"

The gray-haired Mr. Zhang seriously greeted the secretary next to him, "Come on, pack up the garbage outside for Mr. Wang, and sell it at the waste station. It will cost about ten yuan anyway."

What Lengjia?

When did the Wang family go bankrupt?

Before Wang Zhaomou could react, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. Mr. Zhang, who had black hair and only two fine lines at the corners of his eyes, shook his hand and looked at him with concern.

"Zhaomou, what's wrong with you?"

Taking a quick glance at the surrounding environment, Wang Zhaomou raised his hand to support his glasses on the bridge of his nose, calmly concealing the abnormality just now.

"I'm a little dazed, maybe I've been too tired recently."

"Young people must pay attention to protecting their health." Mr. Zhang looked amiable, "Remember today's wine first, and let's get together another day."

"Mr. Zhang." Wang Zhaomou pressed his temple with his hand, and asked nonchalantly, "Do you know the Leng family?"

"The Leng family, what is the Leng family?" Mr. Zhang looked puzzled, and his eyes were obviously ingratiating, "Your Wang family is the only one in Sucheng now. Where is the Leng family?"

"I heard something somewhere." Wang Zhaomou smiled warmly, "Maybe I misremembered."

He politely sent Mr. Zhang away with the gift he had prepared in advance. Finally, Wang Zhaomou couldn't hold on any longer. He sat on the sofa, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, and held his forehead with one hand.

Even if you close your eyes, various pictures continue to emerge. The scene that flashed by before seems to be just a prelude, and what is poured in now is the main text.

The memory of 20 years was decompressed in an instant. Wang Zhaomou saw that he had put in all his efforts and finally had all the Wang family in his hands. He spent the rest of his life, forgetting to sleep and eat, leading the company to continue to expand.

The day before, I was very high-spirited, and I held a meeting and said that I would bring the Wang Group into the world's top [-], but the next day I was told that it was bankrupt, all assets were sealed, and I couldn't even bring a pair of extra pants.

All the hard work turned into bubbles overnight, and he became the biggest joke in Sioux City. Even if he thought of various methods to try to make a comeback, all he got was endless humiliation.

The president of the Wang Group, who was once very prosperous, finally had nowhere to go, so he could only curl up in a leaky basement with no sunlight and mold everywhere. Bankrupted himself in just a few hours.

I really can't figure it out, the company's operation has always been stable, even if I voluntarily file for bankruptcy, it will take several days for the court to accept the ruling, not to mention the cumbersome procedures of issuing an announcement and declaring creditor's rights, why overnight, everything I worked hard for became a joke ?

As if the heavens were merciful, Wang Zhaomou finally saw the truth behind all this after completely losing consciousness.

This world is a Mary Su novel called "Hundred Billion Contracts, Mr. Leng Lightly Pets". 800 years of beatings, left a "woman" to the marriage partner, and a "girl" on the right, wanting her body, but also wanting her kidney, just like an outlaw lunatic, a fish that slipped through the net to wipe out evil.

In the first [-] chapters, the hero Wang Zhaomou subway old man looks at his mobile phone.jpg, although the last [-] chapters are a happy chasing wife crematorium, but various plots that challenge the lower limit of IQ, the awkward Mr. Wang used his toes to dig out six European-style luxury villa with three bedrooms and three halls.

Today's young people are a bit wild.

After reading the full text, Wang Zhaomou finally realized that he is the character in this book. To put it mildly, he is an [-]th-line male supporting role, but to put it badly, he is just cannon fodder with more roles.

Wang Zhaomou tried his best to find the paragraph in the novel about the reason for his bankruptcy.

[September in Sucheng has already entered autumn, and the cold wind that hits the face makes Leng Ye frown involuntarily.

The housekeeper handed over the coat, and Leng Ye waved his hand deeply, raised his chin slightly like a knife, and his dark eyes were three points evil, three points cool, four points careless, and slowly opened his mouth and said:

"It's getting cold, it's time for the Wang family to go bankrupt."]

Wang Zhaomou read this passage dozens of times, and finally, a line of tears slowly ran across the face of the middle-aged President Wang.

so.

What did Wang do wrong?

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" The one-eyed man brought a cup of warm water with concern, put it by Wang Zhaomou's hand, and opened his mouth cautiously.

"Your father just sent a message asking you to go to school and pick up Master Zhaoyun."

Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes in a daze, and seeing his confidant in his youth, he couldn't help but have a complicated expression.

"Old Qi?"

"Boss." The one-eyed man bowed his head respectfully.

"Old Qi..." Wang Zhaomou tried his best to recall the contents of the book, raised his hand and unconsciously buttoned his shirt, "put down everything you are doing right now, and help me find a man named Leng Ye."

If I remember correctly, there is a short passage in the book that mentions that Leng Ye was not born in the Leng family. He experienced a hard life when he was a child, which made him often have nightmares, and left ten presidents and eight with stomach problems. .

"Leng Ye?" Lao Qi took out a notebook and immediately wrote it down, "Boss, do you have any more information besides the name?"

He should now..." Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and calculated, "He just turned one year old, not only in Sucheng, but also in other places. "

"What are you looking for him for?" Lao Qi was a little puzzled, why the boss suddenly wanted to find a one-year-old child.

"Of course... give him a slap first, let him experience the dangers of the world."

Wang Zhaomou spoke in a joking tone, "Then he flicked his birdie, told him to respect women, and finally slapped his ass, so that he would be less pretending in the future."

"Ha, haha." Knowing that the boss was joking, Lao Qi smiled dryly, looking at the boss in his twenties, with eyes that seemed to have experienced thousands of sails, there was an indescribably weird feeling.

Seeing that Lao Qi put away his notebook, Wang Zhaomou picked up his touch-tone phone and rummaged through his contacts in an unskilled manner.

"Boss, who do you want?" Lao Qi asked with concern.

"Of course it's the lovely Mr. Zhang we just left." Wang Zhaomou smiled gentle and gentle, "I owe him a glass of wine and a bag of garbage."

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Leng Ye, who had just turned one year old, cried so much that he almost pushed himself away. Ji Lianhuo, who was sitting next to him, hugged him with his eyes closed and coaxed him all night.

In order to occupy the booth before, Ji Lianhuo fought with a few gangsters, and his shoulder was cut to the bone, and he didn't shed a single tear. Now he is holding the crying child, but his eyes are red and red.

"What a broken thing, cry and cry! You know how to cry! You have been crying all night, and you still keep people from sleeping!"

There was a scolding sound from next door, Ji Lianhuo gently covered the ears of the child in his arms, his chapped thin lips were pressed tightly, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

"Daquan, keep your voice down, it's not good for the neighbors to hear you." The old voice was slightly hoarse.

"I just want everyone to hear it, it's you, a bad old man, who insists on letting the disaster star live in the house!

Ji Lianhuo himself died, his father died and his mother died. Not long ago, he killed his brother and sister-in-law. You thought it was a long life, so you let him live in with that little bastard. I will be your son for eight lifetimes Blood mold! "

The walls are thin and there is no soundproofing at all, Leng Ye looked at the numb and indifferent eyes of his own uncle, feeling helpless in his heart, barely stopped crying.

Looking around at the narrow and air-tight brick houses used to pile up sundries, and the fast-moving woodworms not far away, Leng Ye never imagined that he would go back to 20 years ago, the most powerless and painful when.

I am not called Leng Ye at this time, my father and my uncle and brother were adopted by a family named Ji in the early years, and my father named him Ji Dabao, a group of idiots, but this is the only thing left to me by my parents.

Not long ago, my biological parents had a car accident and both passed away. My uncle has not been found by the Leng family at this time, so he recognizes his ancestors and returns to his family.I just turned one year old, and I followed my uncle who was forced to drop out of high school in the third year of high school. I lived with my uncle who was addicted to gambling.

This kind of life lasted for five full years, until my uncle and Leng's family met by accident, and the painful life came to an end.

The defect of excellent memory has been magnified infinitely in the past five years, especially today, Leng Ye remembers it very clearly.

Uncle carried himself on his back as usual, and pushed a small flatbed cart to sell fruit. On the road, he was chased by a group of stray dogs, and when he got there, he was overturned by a group of gangsters. In order to protect himself, his leg was broken abruptly. .

Because there was no money, my uncle's leg couldn't be treated in time, and the root cause of the disease fell. Even if he went to Leng's house and received various treatments, he still couldn't recover.

Everyone's eyes were like thorns, and the ridicule and words behind them were even more hurtful. This also made my uncle's personality more and more gloomy. Marriage also became a bargaining chip in his hands, and he forced himself to marry someone he didn't love.

Now doing it all over again, Leng Ye couldn't help but think, what would happen if my uncle didn't show up at the stall today?

Will it be different in the future?

Leng Ye slowed down his throat.

Seeing the child stop crying, Ji Lianhuo's eyes softened, and he raised his hand pitifully to wipe away the tears hanging from the child's face.

Seeing his uncle's relaxed expression, Leng Ye secretly said sorry, the moment Ji Lianhuo was about to fall asleep while sitting, he opened his mouth and cried hoarsely with all his strength.

Ji Lianhuo was awakened almost instantly, and there was even more unbearable scolding from the next door, and Leng Yemou cried with all his strength, not letting his dear uncle close his eyes.

"Two fucking things! You don't want to get out and make money!" The five-year-old man put on a coat, kicked open the door and came over, with a broom in his hand, pointing at the cub in Ji Lianhuo's arms angrily, and hit him with his hands, " Just know how to cry and cry! If you fart something bigger, the noisy people can't close their eyes!"

Ji Lianhuo quickly raised his hand to protect the child, and the windy broom was drawn on his forearm, instantly showing a deep red bloodshot mark.

Li Daquan was still angry, and when he raised his hand again, he saw the young man in front of him raised his head, his brows were handsome, his dark eyes were like a bottomless dry well, gloomy and creepy, he couldn't help shivering.

Before his uncle could react, Ji Lianhuo lowered his head to protect the child in his arms, got up quickly, pushed the small cart, and groped out the door amidst the loud cries and the dense darkness of the early morning.