Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

When Leng Wanyin heard this, she glanced at her father and explained with a smile, "Some companies have to open during the Spring Festival, and there are exceptions."

"That's right." Leng Xiuming smiled brightly, as if he didn't mean to be half-divided.

"That's right, my cousin's company has just started, and the mobile phone software still needs to be operated during the Spring Festival. Things are so difficult to deal with, and it's normal to be inseparable from people."

Old Man Leng sighed, hearing the implication behind Leng Xiuming's words.

It's just a company that has just started, and Ji Lianhuo is busy dealing with small things. He can't even come back for the Spring Festival, let alone how to take over such a behemoth as the Leng family.

Mr. Leng knew about Ji Lianhuo's performance in Scarti, and wanted to say that Ji Lianhuo's work ability was top-notch, but now, Ji Lianhuo really couldn't come because of his work, and he couldn't speak.

Mr. Leng said nothing, but asked the butler to have a banquet.

The reunion dinner was very quiet, no one spoke at the table, and Leng Wanyin also kept silent, only occasionally seeing Ji Dabao eating, she smiled a little.

After eating, several people went to the living room to watch this year's Spring Festival Gala. Ji Dabao wanted to kowtow to his grandfather to ask for lucky money. The butler immediately brought a cushion and asked Ji Dabao to kneel on it.

"Great-grandfather, happy new year. I wish great-grandfather good health and all the best in the new year." Ji Dabao's voice was immature, and his eyes were dark and pleasant. Seeing this, old man Leng couldn't help smiling, and took out the red envelope he had prepared earlier, Pass it to Ji Dabao.

"Thank you, great grandpa!" Ji Dabao held the red envelope, dragged the cushion with one hand, went to Leng Wanyin, and knelt down with a "plop".

"Happy New Year, my aunt, I wish my aunt a beautiful new year that will fascinate thousands of boys."

Hearing this, Leng Wanyin raised her hand to cover her lips, couldn't help laughing, quickly took out the red envelope and stuffed it to Ji Dabao.

"I also wish Dabao good health in the new year, and the longer he grows, the more handsome he will be."

Ji Dabao took the red envelope, and proudly raised his hand to stroke his hair.

Doesn't it have to be more and more handsome?

Leng Xiuming smiled and waited for Ji Dabao, Ji Dabao reluctantly came to Leng Xiuming, and waved his hands carelessly to say goodbye.

"Happy New Year, cousin."

Leng Xiuming took out a red envelope from his arms, smiled brightly, and teased Ji Dabao, "What about my greetings, without them, it's not considered New Year's greetings."

Ji Dabao rolled his eyes and revealed an innocent smile.

"I wish Tang Shu will always be a distinguished single nobleman and live a long life!"

Leng Xiuming raised his eyebrows, looked at Ji Dabao quietly for a while, and then put the red envelope into his pocket.

Bad greetings, refused to pay.

Seeing Leng Xiuming's actions, Ji Dabao snorted coldly, turned his head and sat beside Old Master Leng, leaning against Grandpa Leng angrily.

Seeing his grandson and great-grandson, Mr. Leng smiled a little, picked up Ji Dabao, and continued watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Ji Dabao was in Mr. Leng's arms, looked at Leng Xiuming, puffed his cheeks.

In the last life, because of his legs and personality, my uncle lived in seclusion and never talked about any love affairs, but my uncle is different. Since my uncle lost the competition, he has been spending time and drinking, and the beauty in his arms has never been broken.

The uncle has mixed tastes, but he likes good-looking ones. Ji Dabao has seen him hugging beautiful women, and also seeing him hugging male models, with a smile on his face all the time, changing one almost every few months.

Ji Dabao used to think that he was having a good time, until one time at a pool party, his uncle got drunk and hugged a tree behind him, crying until his heart broke.

He lost his Leng family and his pursuit of life, so he indulged himself in sensuality, but in the end, he found that he had lost his best years, and now no one really loves him, they come for his money, He came for the identity of his Leng family, but no one came for him.

Everyone was comforting him, with strong mockery in their eyes, as if to say, "The Leng family is nothing more than that."

At that time, he was the one who took him out of the guest circle and stuffed him back to the hotel. After he sobered up, he sat on the edge of the bed with red eyes, watching himself suddenly laugh.

"Although I am miserable, I am better than your uncle. He may not have even experienced the taste of love. He refused when I sent someone to his bed. He locked himself in a small place and took you like this A mop bottle, follow behind and deal with the mess for you."

Listen, is there such a person who avenges kindness?

Nobody likes him!

"Hmph." Ji Dabao snorted coldly and turned his head, huddled in Mr. Leng's arms, watching the Spring Festival Gala happily.

In the previous life, it was said that the Spring Festival Gala was not as good as every year. Now that I have been reborn, my good guy, I have to experience it again.

Now the programs of the Spring Festival Gala are quite interesting, Ji Dabao watched them with gusto, and at the end of a program, the hostess in a red dress and the host appeared together, holding a microphone in her hand, smiling dignifiedly and generously.

"This year, we have a special program, please the audience in front of the TV, turn on the mobile phone, open the mutual trust interface and press the refresh button."

Several people in front of the TV paused, Ji Dabao unbelievably picked out his ear with his little finger, to make sure that he had heard correctly just now.

what did she say?

Open mutual trust! ?

Leng Xiuming looked at the TV screen in front of him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Leng Wanyin was quiet for a moment, then quickly got up and found her mobile phone, opened the mobile phone software on it, and saw the red envelope image floating on the mutual trust interface.

"Tonight, there will be three rounds of red envelopes and a round of branded goods waiting for you to grab for free..." The male host answered, and Leng Wanyin opened a red envelope with a stylus. On it was a golden rooster announcing the dawn. Find out the Spring Festival Gala sponsors and money inside.

Seeing the twenty cents she had snatched, Leng Wanyin couldn't help but smile, and put the phone in front of Mr. Leng.

"Dad, look, Mutual Trust and the Spring Festival Gala cooperation are giving out red envelopes."

Ji Dabao tried his best to look, and after seeing the image on Leng Wanyin's phone screen, he was shocked and happy, and turned to look at Leng Xiuming.

The smile on Leng Xiuming's face disappeared little by little, his eyes fixed on the TV in front of him, and his brows were lowered.

Even though I basically grew up abroad, I still know the significance of the Spring Festival Gala to Chinese people.

Watching the Spring Festival Gala has become one of the customs of the Chinese New Year. The ratings are extremely high, ranging from 30.00% to [-]. It is the highest rating data in the world.

Mutual trust on this platform will not only greatly increase its influence, but also enough to erase the previous losses, soaring into the sky.

Not noticing Leng Xiuming's expression, Leng Wanyin smiled and joked with Mr. Leng, "I just said, why don't you go home during this wonderful Spring Festival? It turns out that Lian Huo is surprising us."

Seeing the mutual trust in Leng Wanyin's phone, Old Man Leng couldn't help but smile, he also took out his own phone and handed it to Leng Wanyin.

"Give me a mutual trust too, and I'll try it too, how to grab red envelopes."

Seeing Leng Wanyin trust Mr. Leng, Ji Dabao looked at Leng Xiuming and smirked.

Mutual trust was on the Spring Festival Gala, which was a surprise to others, but a shock to my cousin.

Who would have thought that Huxin would be able to take part in the Spring Festival Gala, as long as Huxin didn't have any accidents in the future, this alone would be enough to crush Leng Xiuming's mobile phone company.

Even if he was worth more than tens of billions, Mr. Leng still snatched the red envelopes from the Spring Festival Gala with a smile.

When it came to the third round of red envelopes, Mr. Leng's hands were a little slow, so he didn't grab them.

Leng Wanyin looked at the [-] yuan she had snatched, and made a rough guess.

"I read it said that the amount of the three rounds of red envelopes and the number of copies are increasing. The first round ended slowly, indicating that there were not so many people robbing. The second round was a little faster than the last time, indicating that they came to grab the red envelopes. There are more users, and by the third round, I am afraid that the number of mutual trust users has reached another level, and more red envelopes were snatched up in less than half a minute, which is quite powerful."

Mr. Leng nodded, he didn't feel annoyed if he didn't get the red envelope, he tried to get acquainted with mutual trust, and even added friends with Leng Wanyin.

"These functions are very interesting." Mr. Leng flicked the interface with a stylus, showing some interest, and objectively evaluated, "If a version can be released abroad, it will definitely not be too bad."

Leng Xiuming sat on the side, completely out of mood to continue watching the show in front of him, got up and said goodbye to Mr. Leng and Leng Wanyin politely, and went to his room.

Leng Xiuming's heart was extremely clear.

Before today, his mobile phone company was firmly ahead of Ji Lianhuo, but after today, the situation will be reversed.

I have to find a way out within half a year.

But a good way out, a way out that can surpass mutual trust, is not easy.

From the fifth day of the first lunar month, Ji Lianhuo had already stayed at Wang's house for five full days. During these few nights, Ji Lianhuo tried his best to sneak into Wang Zhaomou's room, but he was caught by Wang's father every few days. is on.

Not to mention that when he was unprepared on the first day, he was photographed by the prince sitting in the living room. On the second day, Ji Lianhuo was ready and planned to turn out the window, as long as he could move three rooms away on the outside window sill , you can knock on Brother Zhaomou's window.

Ji Lianhuo had a complete plan, and as soon as he turned out the window, he saw the prince in the yard wearing a three-layer down jacket, holding a flashlight, sitting next to the koi pond with a small horse, and smiled proudly at himself.

"Do you think I didn't see you standing outside looking at the windowsill during the day?"

"I thought you didn't see it." Ji Lianhuo stood on the windowsill and responded seriously.

"Go back!" Father Wang restrained his smile and scolded, "My window sill can't stand your weight!"

Ji Lianhuo quietly got into his room, how did he get out, and how did he get in.

On the third night, Ji Lianhuo first saw someone sitting by the koi pond outside through the window, so he quietly opened the door and moved towards his sweetheart's room, but he never thought that just after moving two steps, the familiar flashlight shone again. to his face.

"I knew you were going to change your strategy, kid." Father Wang held a flashlight, with two big dark circles under his eyes, and smiled proudly, "Outside is a human figure I piled up with a down jacket. This trick is called virtual reality, go back Go to sleep, brat!"

On the fourth night, Father Wang waited for a long time, but he didn't see any movement in Ji Lianhuo's room. He thought he had given up. Who would have thought that he would see the window of his room suddenly open again.

Father Wang took a flashlight to see it, only to find that it was Wang Zhaoyun who opened the window!

Wang Zhaoyun was dozing off, half-closed his eyes, and was startled by the sudden flashlight.

"Why are you in the guest room?" Father Wang looked at his son in shock, "Where's Ji Lianhuo?"

"The boss asked me to switch rooms with him to sleep, and also asked me to set the alarm clock and open the window once in the middle of the night." Wang Zhaoyun looked confused, "What happened?"

It's a good trick to steal the beam and change the post, and turn the tiger away from the mountain!

"It's broken!" Father Wang slapped his legs and rushed to the room, only to see Ji Lianhuo standing in front of Wang Zhaomou's room, raising and raising his hand, touching the door for a while, and finally let it go.

"Why don't you knock?" Father Wang frowned, watching Ji Lianhuo's strange behavior.

"I'm afraid...Brother Zhaomou is sleeping just right." Ji Lianhuo looked at the door panel in front of him, his eyes were full of love, and before the father of the king could speak, he turned around and returned to Wang Zhaoyun's room with his head down. She took a few glances at Wang Zhaomou's door.

Father Wang stood at the same spot holding the flashlight, and was stunned for a while, not knowing what to say for a moment.

On the morning of the fifth day, Wang Zhaomou sat at the dining table, glanced at the dark circles under his father's eyes, at the dark circles under Ji Lianhuo's eyes, and at Wang Zhaoyun who was yawning again and again. Back to the villa.

"Aren't Zhaomou here for a few more days?" Aunt Song asked concerned, "I have dumplings tomorrow, and I'll make seven vegetable soup the day after tomorrow. Don't you want to eat a few bites before leaving?"

"No need." Wang Zhaomou looked at Aunt Song calmly, "There are a lot of projects this year, so we need to start work earlier."