Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Mutual Trust makes a monthly profit of 3000 million, which is basically within Wang Zhaomou's forecast.

Moreover, Huxin’s advertising space last month was contributed to the Wang Group and to Wang Zhaomou’s real estate company. If the advertising space is rented out, the profit may exceed 3000 million.

Ji Lianhuo looked at the person in front of him without blinking, as if even the tail behind him was still, waiting for the master's praise.

"You are the most gifted student and businessman I've ever seen." Wang Zhaomou smiled, his palm brushed against the side of Ji Lianhuo's face, and slid down along the jaw line, with four fingers sticking to Ji Lianhuo's jaw, thumb Gently pinch the corner of Ji Lianhuo's lips, and press down slightly.

Ji Lianhuo bowed his head and gave a rewarding kiss.

Ji Lianhuo's eyes were full of satisfaction, he enjoyed his reward meticulously, his body couldn't help but move forward, he raised his arms to wrap around Wang Zhaomou's waist, and pressed them closer.

After a long and lingering kiss, Ji Lianhuo stared down at the lips that left him, lowered his head, and kissed them little by little.

"Zhao Zhao, I will win for you to see, the Leng family will be yours, and I will be yours too."

"Keep working hard." Wang Zhaomou patted Ji Lianhuo's cheek lightly, with a smile on his lips, as he felt the hands under the suit constantly sliding and rubbing unconsciously.

"This is the office."

Ji Lianhuo blushed, and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Zhao Zhao didn't wear a suit and vest today, and it seemed that she could feel the skin inside through the shirt.

"Remember to give Zhaoyun a holiday tomorrow and let him go home." Wang Zhaomou picked up the empty lunch box on the table and handed it to Ji Lianhuo. Ji Lianhuo took it consciously. office.

Ji Lianhuo stood there for a long time with the empty lunch box in his hand, looked at the metal plate of "President's Office" on the door in front of him, raised his hand and couldn't help touching the word "President".

Brother Zhaomou is the president of the Wang Group, and now he has his own company. Is the distance between us getting closer?

Thinking that Brother Zhaomou would fulfill one of his wishes as long as he gave Leng's family to Brother Zhaomou, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but raise his lips, carrying an empty lunch box, turned and walked out of the office building of the Wang Group.

Wang Zhaoyun ushered in a day of vacation inexplicably. Looking at the envious eyes of his colleagues, Wang Zhaoyun knocked on the boss's office worriedly. Looking at the unsmiling Ji Lianhuo sitting behind the desk, he immediately stood upright.

"Brother Ji, ah no, President Ji!" Wang Zhaoyun's attitude was unusually correct, "I don't think I need a vacation, I want to work overtime."

Ji Lianhuo looked up at Wang Zhaoyun, expressionless.

"You work here, have you told your parents?"

Wang Zhaoyun swallowed his saliva and looked at Mr. Ji in front of him. Although the two were about the same age, Ji Lianhuo seemed to have a detached and indifferent temperament, or maybe he knew what he had experienced before. , I always feel that he has a kind of viciousness all over his body, getting up from the mud, dragging muddy footprints step by step, and trampling down those who have been bullied before.

Wang Zhaoyun didn't dare to look into Ji Lianhuo's eyes. His colleagues said that Ji Lianhuo's eyes were so dark that people dare not look directly at them.

Especially when Ji Lianhuo's face is expressionless, the corners of his thin lips will droop slightly. The sharp features and deep black eyes are handsome but extremely intimidating.

Thinking about scolding this person once, Wang Zhaoyun couldn't help but stand on end.

Hearing Ji Lianhuo's question, Wang Zhaoyun lowered his head and shoulders.

"I, I didn't say."

"Go back and tell them." Ji Lianhuo looked at Wang Zhaoyun with a low voice.

"Don't trouble Brother Zhaomou."

"I know Mr. Ji." Wang Zhaoyun left the office cowardly, and quickly rubbed his arms.

The boss had already spoken, so Wang Zhaoyun had no choice but to bite the bullet and go home, dawdling on the way to buy some nutritional supplements, pacing at the gate of the courtyard for a long time, but didn't have the courage to open the door and go in.

The reason why I didn't dare to call my parents before was because I was afraid that they would scold me, stop letting me play games, not only force me to resign, but also take me back to Sioux City No. [-] Middle School door, continue reading.

I really don't want to read it again.

Wang Zhaoyun sat at the door of the house for a long time, struggling, when the courtyard door was pushed open with a "squeak", Wang Zhaoyun turned his head, and met his father who was about to go out.

Both of them kept silent, the father retreated silently and closed the hospital door, Wang Zhaoyun saw it, got up and knocked on the door.

"Dad, I was wrong."

The courtyard door was pushed open abruptly, Wang Zhaoyun saw Father Wang holding a stick in his hand, and rushed out with a grim expression.

"Dad!" Wang Zhaoyun's eyes widened, and he ran away skillfully without saying a word, "Calm down!"

The king's father chased after him, waving the stick in his hand, wishing he could beat the rebellious son in front of him until he screamed.

"Hongjin!" Aunt Song hurriedly chased after hearing the movement outside the door without changing her shoes.

"Dad, pay attention to your image, pay attention to your body!" Wang Zhaoyun ran slowly, moving towards home, his body kept dodging, "Be careful of your waist!"

Father Wang supported his waist with one hand, brandished a stick with the other, and glared angrily, "You rebellious son! You still know how to come back!"

"I, I have a reason." Wang Zhaoyun jumped into the courtyard, "I went out to work!"

"You have the nerve to say it!" Father Wang was so angry that his chest hurt, and he beat him with a stick. Wang Zhaoyun hid behind the peach tree and tried to explain, "I really don't want to repeat it!"

Father Wang went to swing Wang Zhaoyun, and swung the stick onto the peach tree. The leaves of the peach tree were shaken off a lot, but he didn't even touch Wang Zhaoyun's hair.

"What do you want to do if you don't study?" Father Wang's anger remained undiminished, "What are you doing, and you only choose good food? Do you want to go to heaven or go to earth!"

"I want to be a game demo!" Wang Zhaoyun mustered up the courage to say, "I'm already a regular employee, and I still have five insurances and one housing fund!"

"Game trial?" Father Wang couldn't help but sneer when he heard this, "I think you just want to change your name and play games!"

"What I said is true!" Wang Zhaoyun turned up his voice and stepped forward to face his father, "If you don't believe me, ask Ji Lianhuo, I'm already a full-time employee of Mutual Trust!"

"You still go to work under that kid's hand?" Father Wang was even more angry, and just about to swing his stick, Aunt Song at the side saw that Wang Zhaoyun did not hide, and quickly pulled his son aside.

Wang Zhaoyun was very stubborn, no matter how hard her mother pulled her, she would not hide.

"I just love my current job, I have found my value!"

Aunt Song couldn't move her son, so she slipped Wang Zhaoyun's hand, and staggered a few steps backward due to inertia. Seeing his wife's unsteadiness, Father Wang was about to plant her in the koi pond. He pulled his wife over.

Father Wang took a few steps forward with all his strength, but before he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt his feet tripped by the landscape stones placed beside the koi pond, his center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and he was about to fall into the pond again.

Wang Zhaoyun turned his head to look, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab his father, grabbed the hem of Wang's father's clothes, and tried to pull him up.

"Dad..." Wang Zhaoyun exhausted all his strength, his expression was a little distorted, "Are you getting fat again..."

There was a sound of the clothes being ripped, and Aunt Song hurried forward, and together with her son, they pulled her husband over.

After going through the scene just now, Father Wang clutched his chest, his old face flushed, Aunt Song helped her husband into the house to look for medicine, Wang Zhaoyun scratched his head guiltily, and brought in the nutritional supplements he had bought.

"Mom and Dad, I like the job of playing games. I got lucky and did it through my own efforts. I don't want to repeat my studies. I want to work." Wang Zhaoyun stood in front of his parents with a serious expression, "If you If you send me to repeat my studies again, I will run over and do what I like to do, and I will not give up!"

Father Wang coughed again and again after hearing these words, Aunt Song frowned, her eyes beckoned her son to stop talking.

Biting her lower lip, Wang Zhaoyun took out a stack of money from her pocket and put it on the table.

"This is my last month's salary. I have kept it to honor you. I am an adult. I want to do a job I like."

Aunt Song glanced at her husband, got up silently and dragged Wang Zhaoyun out the door, lowering her voice worriedly.

"Zhaoyun, what exactly is your job like?"

Hearing that her mother was willing to understand, Wang Zhaoyun's eyes lit up, "Just like product quality inspectors, the factory produces products, and people have to check their quality. For those who develop games, games are their products. They also need someone to check them out."

Having said that, Aunt Song understood a little bit. Looking at her son in front of her, Aunt Song's eyes softened, and she took out her embroidered wallet from her pocket.

"Mom, no need, I've made money now." Wang Zhaoyun showed a bright smile, "I will make good money and honor you all!"

When Aunt Song heard this, she looked at her son who was taller than herself, her eyes turned red.

"I'll talk to your father about it." Aunt Song raised her hand and wiped her eyes. "As you know, it's hard for him to accept new things for a while."

"I know." Wang Zhaoyun puffed up his chest like a man, "I won't be angry, I understand him, and I will prove to him that this is a legitimate profession."

Aunt Song looked at her son with tears in her eyes, full of relief.

After sending her son away, Aunt Song wiped the corners of her eyes and returned to the house, only to find her husband standing on the weighing scale with a solemn expression on his face.

Aunt Song couldn't help laughing. Father Wang weighed in embarrassingly when he heard the voice, and covered the indicator with one hand, pretending that he hadn't done anything just now.

"Tell me, Qiyan quit her stable job to become a jewelry designer, and now Zhaoyun is doing the same, what kind of game to play." Father Wang watched the pointer return to its original position, walked to the sofa and sat down firmly.

"Even Zhaomou wants to engage in private real estate, these children are really..." Father Wang shook his head repeatedly.

"Don't talk about Zhaomou. Zhaomou has done a great job in real estate. I often hear people talking about the Chuanhai Garden and the newly built Prosperous Landscape. You're still talking about him!" Aunt Song blamed looked at her husband.

Father Wang raised his hand and scratched his face, but he couldn't answer those words.

The sales of Chuanhai Courtyard's grand event and flourishing scenery were particularly good, and they were almost sold out as soon as the market opened. Even the relatives of the Wang family were eyeing Chuanhai Courtyard, which was good enough. Father Wang had a clear mind.

Thinking of his son's success in the real estate market, chatting with those old guys, they also praised him straight away, Father Wang couldn't help but feel proud, he deserved to be his son!

Father Wang was thinking about it, when he suddenly remembered something, got up and went to the study, took out the gambling agreement and looked at it, counting the time, it turned out that there were only more than three months left before the end of the gambling.

Thinking of this, Father Wang couldn't help frowning.

The father of Chuanhai Courtyard asked professionals to estimate that although it is a high-end real estate, there are not many houses, and the profit can be about [-] billion. Go out and make a profit of [-] million. There is still a distance of [-] million, at least [-] million.

This kid Zhaomou is serious. If he really loses, he will definitely fulfill the content of the agreement. If he really gives up the real estate aspect, not to mention Wang Zhaomou, the father of the king will feel that it is a pity.

This is how to do?

Father Wang couldn't help feeling anxious, holding his mobile phone and wanted to call to ask, but he thought that if Zhaomou misunderstood his meaning, it would be even worse.

Father Wang sighed one after another, thinking over and over again, feeling really worried about himself.

As soon as Wang Zhaoyun came back to the company, he found that the atmosphere in the company was not right. He secretly asked his colleagues, but the colleagues lowered their voices, and their faces were full of worry.

"The news came down from above, ordering the mutual trust 'world' region to carry out rectification."

"Why?" Wang Zhaoyun was a little anxious.

"Some users, in order to earn rewards, send too much news." Colleagues are full of helplessness, "Actually, I read some, and I think they are too much."