Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Thinking of what Wang Zhaomou once said in front of his father, Wang Qiyan couldn't help but look at her younger brother with a smirk.

"You really support me?"

Wang Zhaomou looked indifferent, watching the rebroadcast of the Spring Festival Gala, and put a tangerine in his mouth.

"if not?"

Wang Qiyan smiled even more, and just about to speak, she heard her father shouting downstairs, so she could only put down the melon seeds in her hand, touched the red envelope in her pocket again, and went downstairs happily.

After Wang Zhaoyun was called downstairs by her mother, when she saw the dozen or so relatives sitting in the living room, her scalp couldn't help being numb. She could only fake a smile, and the muscles on her face were a little stiff.

"Zhaoyun, do you still recognize me?" A middle-aged man looked at Wang Zhaoyun with a smile.

Wang Zhaoyun thought to himself, "You have been here for a few years, who knows who you are?" With a somewhat ashamed smile on his face, he turned his head and looked at his mother for help.

"This is your uncle." Aunt Song understood her son's eyes, "You were young when you saw him last time."

"Hello, Uncle." Wang Zhaoyun greeted with a smile, only to see the uncle on the opposite side looking at him with a smile on his face, but there was some sarcasm in his eyes.

"Zhaoyun has grown so big all of a sudden, when I saw you last time, I was only knee-high."

"By the way, I heard that you failed the college entrance examination last year?" Tang Bo's eyes were full of concern, "How do you feel about repeating this year?"

Wang Zhaoyun took a deep breath, "That's it."

"How many points did you score in the final exam? Is it a partial subject?" Another relative asked with concern, "I know some good tutors, Zhaoyun, tell me about your grades, and I can help you find out?"

The corners of Wang Zhaoyun's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he secretly looked up at his father, only to find that his father had a stern face, smelly and black.

A row of relatives stared at Wang Zhaoyun, waiting for a result.

"Nine, 97." Wang Zhaoyun raised his hand, scratching the tip of his nose uncomfortably.

"Which 97?" The relatives looked more concerned.

"Ninety-seven general subjects." Wang Zhaoyun couldn't hold back his smirk, and there was no smile on his face.

After a moment of silence, piercing laughter erupted in the living room, which was more joyful than laughing at the Spring Festival Gala sketch.

Uncle clutched his stomach, almost burst into tears from laughing, turned his head to look at Aunt Song with a bit of yin and yang, "Xiao Song, this son you worked so hard to give birth to is really interesting."

Aunt Song tried her best to hold up a smile, but said nothing.

Wang Zhaoyun bit her lower lip and clenched her fists, unable to speak a word.

"By the way, where is Qiyan? We haven't seen that child yet." A middle-aged woman suddenly mentioned Wang Qiyan, and the father called the daughter down. When Wang Qiyan went downstairs, she saw a dozen pairs of eyes in the living room, like searchlights. Gathered to himself in an instant.

"Oh, Qiyan is a big girl, she looks so good-looking." The middle-aged woman was full of praise, and Wang Qiyan stepped forward and smiled generously at the woman.

"Happy New Year, cousin."

"How old is Qiyan?" The middle-aged woman stepped forward, smiled and patted Wang Qiyan on the back, "This body is quite strong."

The corners of Wang Qiyan's eyes twitched, and she looked at Wang Zhaoyun, who was dejected beside her, and knew that it was her turn again.

"I remember that Qi Yan seems to be thirty!" Tang Bo pinched his fingers, and his expression suddenly became a little surprised, "It's thirty so soon!"

"I haven't even celebrated my 28th birthday!" Wang Qiyan couldn't help but stare, "Where did I get [-]!"

"Twenty-nine this year, not thirty!" Tang Gu also frowned, "Qi Yan, have you found someone yet?"

"No." Wang Qiyan gritted her teeth.

"My God, if you don't look for a partner at thirty, it makes people say that you are an old girl!" Tang Gu's eyes were full of pain, "Qiyan, are you too high-sighted, you can't procrastinate any longer, if you procrastinate, you will lose your temper." I can only find a second marriage!"

"I don't want to get married, I like to be alone, freedom!" Wang Qiyan turned to look at her cousin, "It's okay if you don't understand my point of view, but at least show some respect!"

"You child, why don't I respect you!" Tang Gu frowned when she heard this.

"It's fine if you say I'm strong, but what about an old girl? Isn't this disrespectful?" Wang Qiyan stepped forward, her eyes widened, without any fear.

"Alas, it's Chinese New Year's Eve, don't quarrel!" Seeing this, the uncle immediately got up to smooth things over, "Qiyan doesn't want to hear others urging her to find a partner, so let's not talk about it, it will make everyone look ugly after arguing."

Tanggu glared at Wang Qiyan and returned to her seat, Wang Qiyan rolled her eyes without showing any weakness, Tanggu's face was full of anger.

Father Wang coughed, signaling Wang Qiyan to restrain herself, Wang Qiyan smiled provocatively at her cousin, stood beside Wang Zhaoyun, and put her hand on her younger brother's shoulder.

Wang Zhaoyun quietly gave the eldest sister a thumbs up, Wang Qiyan raised her eyebrows and smiled, but Aunt Song did not relax at all when she saw the appearance of the two children.

There was a skit on the TV in the living room, and everyone was having fun. Tang Bo pointed at the skit and smiled at Father Wang, "Look at the above, people, the more you have nothing, the more sensitive you are, and you can't bear to be told , as soon as I say it, I want to jump like a fighting cock."

When Wang Qiyan heard this, her brows were furrowed. Just as she was about to speak, Aunt Song held her shoulder.

Aunt Song shook her head pleadingly towards Wang Qiyan, Wang Qiyan's lips moved and she clenched her teeth.

"Xiao Song is also good at taking care of children. Look at these two children, they are both looking good." Tang Gu followed the words, looked at Aunt Song with a smile, and her eyes fell on the face of Wang Qiyan who was suppressing her anger. , Smiling unabated.

"Children, it's all like this." Father Wang took the words and smiled, showing no emotion.

"By the way, Hongjin." Tang Bo looked at Father Wang with flattery in his eyes, "I heard that you built the Chuanhai Courtyard, and the groups of people who lived in it all agreed, but the number of places in the house is too tight. , as soon as the market opened, it was sold out."

"That's not the property of the Wang Group." Father Wang heard what the other party meant, and resolutely refused, "I can't make the decision."

"Oh, Hongjin, you're not being kind to say that." The cousin leaned over, "We grew up together when we were young, do you remember the famine year, when we were hungry, if it weren't for my father Sneak some food for your family, you might starve to death."

"Later when you opened the factory, I also produced a lot." Father Wang frowned slightly.

"Although we have opened a factory, we can't do anything better than you. Look at the Wang Group in Sucheng, who doesn't know?" Tang Bo approached Father Wang with a smile on his face, "We are all brothers, you always You can’t look at us, you can’t even live in a better house.”

"The Chuanhai Courtyard is indeed not owned by the Wang Group." Father Wang frowned and looked at his cousin, "I can't control that."

"Hongjin, you are like this, do you want me to invite my dad over to talk to you?" Uncle lost his smile and turned up his voice, "You and your parents eat the ones from our house and forget about it when you turn around." gone?"

"How little do I help you?" Father Wang stood up and looked at his cousin solemnly, "Speak if you can, shut up if you can't!"

"Why, you have to learn from your son. Half of Sioux City knows that your son doesn't care about family affection and is very scheming. So he learned it from you!" Uncle stood up not to be outdone, "I want Don't we want to go out of this door today and go out to promote it?"

Father Wang was very angry. Seeing this, Aunt Song hurried forward to support her husband, with bitter eyes, "Hongjin, pay attention to your body."

Tang Bo sneered when he saw this, but he didn't speak, only hearing the sound from the stairs.

"What are you promoting?" The elegant voice sounded, and everyone in the living room looked over, only to see a young man in a white shirt, suit and vest standing on the stairs, with a smile in his eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses, and gently helping the solid wooden stairs of the stairs with one hand. Walk down the handrail step by step.

Tang Bo was speechless for a moment, thinking about what he said just now, he stuttered.

"Zhao, Zhaomou is here too."

"Where am I if I'm not here?" Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes and glanced at the relatives of the Wang family in front of him, his eyes followed Father Wang and Aunt Song.

After so many years, these relatives are still the same as before, without any progress.

"It's, it's not that I don't know you're here." Uncle Tang had an awkward smile on his face, and hurriedly disturbed the people around him, "Come on, get out of the way and let Zhaomou sit."

Wang Zhaomou watched the people sitting on the sofa get up one after another, walked over and sat in the middle of the sofa, glanced at the few people who were still sitting, and didn't understand the meaning.

The few people sitting on the sofa next to him felt like they were sitting on pins and needles, thinking about what the young man in front of them had done before, they got up as if they were burning their buttocks, and stood on both sides.

Wang Zhaomou leaned casually on the back of the sofa chair, with his long legs lightly resting on his shoulders, showing a menacing force.

"I just heard one or two." Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes to look at the middle-aged man, "Tang Bo wants a house in Chuanhai Courtyard?"

"Isn't my information wrong?" Tang Bo smiled, "I thought Chuanhai Courtyard belonged to the Wang Group, and I wanted to ask your father for a quota or something, but now I know it's not, so I won't talk about it anymore. "

"The Chuanhai Courtyard is indeed not owned by the Wang Group." Wang Zhaomou smiled at the man, "but it is my private property."

Upon hearing this, Tang Bo's eyes suddenly lit up with hope, "Zhaomou, what do you mean, how many sets do you want to keep for us?"

"If you have money, anyone can buy it." Wang Zhaomou's expression remained the same, "I'm just afraid that my cousin won't be able to afford it."

"Take it, why can't I take it out!" Tang Bo was very happy when he heard that there was something interesting. Now that the price of Chuanhai Courtyard has been raised, if he can buy it at the original price and sell it backhanded, he will definitely make a profit. A lot of money!

"Really?" Wang Zhaomou casually picked up a tangerine on the table. Seeing this, Wang Zhaoyun quickly stepped forward, sat next to Wang Zhaomou, peeled it obediently for his brother, and put it in Wang Zhaomou's hands.

"Zhaomou, please don't underestimate us." Tang Gu couldn't help but said, "We have opened factories over the years and made some money, which is more than enough to buy a house in Chuanhai Courtyard."

"How many sets do you want?" Wang Zhaomou asked casually while eating the tangerine in his hand.

Several relatives gathered together and after a quick discussion, Uncle Tang came forward and looked at Wang Zhaomou with a smile.

"We have one set for each of us, and we have to buy another set for the children. There are... thirty sets in total."

Wang Zhaomou smiled, "How can thirty houses be enough?"

Tang Bo took a look, and stretched out his hand tentatively, "Then... fifty sets?"

"It seems that everyone has a few million in their hands." Wang Zhaomou smiled, "It's enough to pay the compensation."

"What compensation?" Tang Bo was taken aback, not knowing what Wang Zhaomou was talking about.

"Your factory dumps pollutants at will, employs child labor, does not deal with hidden dangers, kills people, conceals it and does not report it, and the money promised to the family has not been paid yet..."

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Wang Zhaomou broke off a tangerine and put it in his mouth, his voice gentle and gentle.

"Since the last time, you came to 'caring' after your father fell ill, I have been watching your factory.

Do you still want to buy a house, cousin? "