Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

A distinguished guest came to the door, and Aunt Song asked enthusiastically. Knowing that Ji Lianhuo and Wang Zhaoyun had been working overtime and hadn't eaten yet, she quickly asked the kitchen to prepare and serve the hot meals on the table again.

"Mr. Ji, our family's food is delicious!" Wang Zhaoyun introduced to Ji Lianhuo enthusiastically, "As soon as I go home, my weight will only increase but not decrease. In the past, I could only lose weight when I was in an Internet cafe."

Ji Lianhuo nodded, took the chopsticks, and thanked Aunt Song politely.

The sound of gunfire outside stopped for a while, and Wang Zhaomou and Wang Qiyan walked into the room with a chill in their bodies. Ji Lianhuo looked at Wang Zhaomou with his chopsticks, with a smile on his lips unconsciously.

Ji Lianhuo's line of sight was suddenly blocked, Ji Lianhuo subconsciously moved his head to the side, and the cover also moved to the side, Ji Lianhuo raised his eyes and met the stern gaze of his father.

"Cough cough." Father Wang coughed twice like a demonstration, and sat opposite Ji Lianhuo, firmly blocking Ji Lianhuo's sight.

"Happy New Year, Uncle." Ji Lianhuo greeted Father Wang with a polite smile.

It was as if the [-] million things had never happened before.

Ji Lianhuo straightened his waist. If the father of the king took out another [-] million and threw it in front of him to let him leave brother Zhaomou, then he could throw out [-] million and asked not to leave, and he would take turns asking the father for the price.

"Hehe." Father Wang sneered, knowing what Ji Lianhuo was thinking very clearly.

Just this person, is he still sending Zhaomou a kiss for a long time, a bit ashamed? !

Seeing Father Wang's sneer, Ji Lianhuo's face remained the same as before, as if he was not affected in the slightest.

The colder Father Wang's expression became, he had already discovered that this man was extremely thick-skinned, and his general cold eyes could not attack him at all.

The prince just wanted to speak to Ji Lianhuo, but Ji Lianhuo's eyes suddenly lit up, and the smile on his lips became more and more obvious. The whole person seemed to come alive suddenly, completely different from the polite and businesslike expression just now. Same.

Following Ji Lianhuo's gaze, Father Wang turned his head and saw Wang Zhaomou walking towards him.

Father Wang tried his best to wink at Wang Zhaomou, don't come over, let me take care of him.

Wang Zhaomou glanced at his father's winking eyes, and walked to Ji Lianhuo's side calmly.

Ji Lianhuo got up immediately and pulled the chair beside him with both hands, Wang Zhaomou naturally sat down and faced his father.

Father Wang squinted his eyes, looking at his son who was sitting on the same side as Ji Lianhuo, with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

"Zhaoyun." Aunt Song didn't notice the atmosphere on the table, and brought the hot food with a smile, "When I was watching TV just now, I heard those hosts talk about mutual trust."

"Yes." Wang Zhaoyun puffed up his chest, holding back his complacency, "It is our company. Someone from the Spring Festival Gala program team came to discuss cooperation with the company in December last year. After the negotiation was completed, we all signed a non-disclosure agreement. The Spring Festival Gala We can only talk about it after it’s over.”

"You guys are really amazing." Aunt Song smiled, "Especially Xiao Ji, at such a young age, he can have his own company and let the company go to the Spring Festival Gala."

"Hmph." Father Wang snorted coldly, and looked at Ji Lianhuo unkindly.

"If I were young and had billions in my hand, I would definitely do better than him."

There was a moment of silence at the dining table, and the corners of Wang Zhaoyun's eyes twitched, with a faint sense of crisis that his work was going to be dirty.

Ji Lianhuo put down the chopsticks in his hand and smiled, "Uncle started from scratch, and if he can become the richest man in Suzhou City, he must be more capable than me."

Aunt Song smiled and looked at her husband, "Yes, yes, you are the best."

The atmosphere on the table calmed down slightly. Aunt Song turned and walked towards the kitchen. Wang Zhaoyun heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the chopsticks, and reached for the food on the table.

The company has been working overtime for a long time. The big guy has not eaten on time for a long time. The food at Wang’s family is really delicious. Wang Zhaoyun ate more than usual. Finally, the rice in the bowl has been filled to the third bowl, but the speed of eating has not slowed down.

Seeing that Ji Lianhuo's bowl was empty again, Wang's father frowned, how could this man be so good at eating?

Aunt Song liked the way Ji Lianhuo ate. She ate so much and worked hard. She even smiled when she saw the dishes on the table being emptied.

Ji Lianhuo put down his chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth, looked sideways at the people around him, and raised his lips involuntarily.

"Xiao Ji, how many people are there in your company?" Aunt Song asked curiously, and cleaned up the dishes on the table with the nanny.

"There are about 300 regular employees." Ji Lianhuo replied seriously, "When the company was first established, there were only 30 people, and then two more recruitments were carried out, and it has reached its current scale."

"How is Zhaoyun doing in the company?" Aunt Song glanced at her son and asked Ji Lianhuo with concern, just like when Wang Zhaoyun was in school, he secretly asked the head teacher about the child's situation at school.

Wang Zhaoyun was a little embarrassed, he was already working, and his mother asked the boss this kind of question.

Wang Zhaoyun didn't dare to look at the boss's face, for fear that it would be exposed that she had just started to clean the company, caught fish at work, and made a difference.

"Wang Zhaoyun has performed very well in the company." Ji Lianhuo Zhengse said, "He has organizational skills and knows many professionals. It is because of his average talents that the company has achieved its current results."

Aunt Song was amazed and raised her hand to pat her son's back.

Wang Zhaoyun has not been praised so much before, and he was a little embarrassed for a while. Looking at Ji Lianhuo again, I feel that this boss is really loyal!

Father Wang looked at Ji Lianhuo. Although he knew that the "professionals" he was talking about were gangsters he knew in Wang Zhaoyun's Internet cafe, and knew that the other party said superficially beautiful words, he was disdainful, but seeing his wife's gratified eyes, Xiao The son straightened his waist, so he didn't refute.

After all, it's rare for this bastard to look a little good.

But what has to be said has to be said.

"This mobile phone software, to see if it works, depends on the scale and quality of users, how many active users there are, and how many new users are added each time. The composition of users is also very important."

Father Wang looked at Ji Lianhuo, with a look of an elder in his eyes, and said what he had learned recently about mobile phone software.

Boy, I have practiced!

Ji Lianhuo sat upright and spoke sincerely.

"Uncle, as of an hour ago, the number of downloads of mutual trust has exceeded 90.00 million, the conversion rate of download and registration is above 80.00%, the activity rate is stable at [-]%[-], and the average number of daily activations of users is three to five times..."

Listening to Ji Lianhuo's eloquent talk, Father Wang felt guilty in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm.

Is the data he said very powerful?

Father Wang looked at Wang Zhaoyun's proud expression, and vaguely noticed that it seemed...a little powerful?

It seems that what I have learned before is not perfect enough.

Father Wang rolled his eyes, "Sometimes, the data is a bit false. The key point is to see how much it can earn and how much profit it can bring you."

"The net profit of Mutual Trust this month has reached 6000 million." Ji Lianhuo looked serious, "This is the data we just got an hour ago."

Father Wang moved his eyes and looked at the calendar. Today is the 6000th, and his profit will reach [-] million?

If calculated in this way, is it possible to break [-] million this month?

Father Wang rubbed his chin thoughtfully, how can a mobile phone software really make such money?

Seeing Father Wang suspend his attack and thinking about something, Ji Lianhuo turned his face and carefully looked at the people around him, with a smile on his lips, and warmly took the hand under the table.

Father Wang was calculating the profit of mutual trust, increasing the possibility of Ji Lianhuo winning, when he suddenly saw Ji Lianhuo smiling at Wang Zhaomou, who also had a slight smile in Wang Zhaomou's eyes.

Father Wang narrowed his eyes and sensed that something was wrong. After all, he was an old man. Father Wang quickly determined what the two of them were doing under the table.

Wang Zhaoyun was called over by Wang Qiyan and gave him a family brooch. Father Wang looked at the two people across from him and suddenly lowered his head to look under the table, but found that there was nothing there. The legs of the two were calm, and there seemed to be no sudden movement of putting them away. .

Father Wang stood up suspiciously, and saw that it was right in front of him, on the table, the two of them held hands, and placed it on the table generously.

Ji Lianhuo Ergen blushed, and looked at Wang's father with some embarrassment. Wang Zhaomou's expression remained the same, as if he wanted to use this kind of action to counter his father's verbal attack on Ji Lianhuo just now.

Father Wang froze in place, looked at Ji Lianhuo, and found that although his eyes were a little bit shy, there was more in his eyes the secret joy of "just for you to see".

Aunt Song looked at the time and found that it was almost two o'clock, so she politely asked Ji Lianhuo if he wanted to stay here overnight.

After all, Ji Lianhuo is from Leng's family. Aunt Song guessed that he would go to Leng's family no matter what. It was more out of politeness to ask this question, but she never expected that Ji Lianhuo nodded with a smile on his face. smiling.

"excuse me."

Several people around were quiet for a while, but Ji Lianhuo kept a polite smile as if he didn't notice the subtle atmosphere.

Aunt Song turned around in a daze and asked the nanny to clean up the guest room.Father Wang gritted his teeth angrily, but the words had already been spoken, and there was nothing he could do.

Ji Lianhuo stood at the door of the guest room as he wished, and after seeing Wang Zhaomou walk into a room, he also stepped into the guest room.

Ji Lianhuo lay on the bed in the guest room and closed his eyes for a while. Hearing that there was no sound outside, he carefully opened the door and saw that the light in the living room was also turned off. go.

Just as Ji Lianhuo walked halfway, he suddenly heard a coughing sound not far away, and the flashlight suddenly shone on. The prince was sitting on the sofa in the small living room on the second floor in his pajamas, holding a flashlight, showing a scheming smile.

Ji Lianhuo stood where he was, with the glare of the flashlight shining straight on, as if he had spotted a thief.

"It's so late, where are you going if you don't sleep?" Father Wang asked slowly.

"Walking." Ji Lianhuo said in a calm tone, as if he was telling the truth.

"Walking at night, if someone sees you, they think it's you sleepwalking." Father Wang's flashlight flashed at the door of the guest room, "If you're really panicking, it's not bad to walk around in your own room."

Ji Lianhuo was silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards the guest room. When he unscrewed the door of the guest room, Ji Lianhuo looked back at the prince who was sitting on the sofa.

With a smug smile, Father Wang stretched out two fingers, pointed to his own eyes, and then pointed to Ji Lianhuo.

Boy, I'm watching you!

Ji Lianhuo unscrewed the doorknob of the guest room expressionlessly, and walked into the guest room only three rooms away from brother Zhaomou.

Early the next morning, Wang Zhaoyun slept in and got up contentedly. After washing up, he was watching the replay of the Spring Festival Gala in the living room. He saw Father Wang also coming downstairs, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he had been beaten.

"Dad, you only stay up one night and three or four hours a year. How did you become like this?" Wang Zhaoyun spoke to his father openly. Now that he has a job, his confidence has become stronger.

"Didn't I stay up for three or four hours, I stayed up all night." Father Wang remembered the scene of catching Ji Lianhuo last night, couldn't help but smile, saw the confused eyes of his youngest son, and immediately restrained himself Smile, whisper a warning.

"Let me tell you, that Ji Lianhuo was a little impure to your brother."

When Wang Zhaoyun heard this, his long-standing memories were recalled, and his expression was complicated.

"I seem to be the first person to say this, right?

None of you believed me at the time! "