Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Wang Zhaoyun's words were beyond Wang Zhaomou's expectation.

Ji Lianhuo turned out to be a man of the hour at school?

Wang Zhaoyun's eyes were full of excitement, and he spoke vividly, "I heard from others that Mr. Ji's family background is not good, but he is very good at studying, and he can get scholarships every year. He is good-looking and doesn't like to talk. I asked him with a book after class. Classmates who can solve the problem can line up in long lines!"

Wang Zhaomou pushed his glasses with a smile, and looked sideways at Ji Lianhuo who looked slightly embarrassed.

"Senior Ji wrote a good composition. I heard that he has won some awards. He is the only one in the whole grade. In the school sports meeting, he can wear a pair of broken shoes and run past the sports students, and more!"

Wang Zhaoyun looked at Ji Lianhuo with bright eyes, "I heard that senior Ji sings very well, and it is common to be called up to sing solo in music class, what are those seniors saying?

Yes, the throat kissed by an angel! "

Wang Zhaomou couldn't help smiling, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the boy who lowered his head, wishing he could stuff himself into a crack in the ground.

"And there are more!" Wang Zhaoyun didn't stop talking, "I heard that there are as many senior sisters who like senior Ji, and as many male classmates who hate him! In the pocket of senior Ji's desk, there are either love letters or letters of challenge. I heard that During the holidays, the snacks given by others can overflow in the table pocket!"

"No..." Ji Lianhuo's voice was weak.

"That's right!" Wang Zhaoyun clapped his hands, his eyebrows beaming, "Is it true that you and the No. [-] high school bully are going head-to-head in the school? I heard that you didn't know each other in the end and became friends?"

"There is no such thing." Ji Lianhuo raised his eyes anxiously, and his eyes fell on Wang Zhaomou's face, always paying attention to Wang Zhaomou's expression.

"Don't be modest, I heard that you supported someone's motorcycle with one hand!" Wang Zhaoyun admired it very much.

"That time, it should be... I finished my homework." Ji Lianhuo explained with downcast eyes.

"You go to have a date after finishing your homework? Is this some kind of eccentricity of a high school student?" Wang Zhaoyun stared wide-eyed, not understanding the logic behind it.

Ji Lianhuo looked at Wang Zhaomou carefully, trying to clarify that he was not the kind of student who caused trouble.

"My brother's sister-in-law's family is not rich, and my sister-in-law was still pregnant at the time, and stationery was a consumable. I didn't want to ask for money, so I went to pick up some bottles and cardboard to exchange for money.

At that time, a group of them were not far from the school. I didn't know their identities, but I saw them each holding a bottle of drink. "

Wang Zhaoyun frowned and squinted, tilted his head in confusion, and slowly put a few question marks on the top of his head.

Seeing Wang Zhaomou's normal expression, Ji Lianhuo's ears were blushing, and he continued to speak.

"I asked them if they could give me the empty bottle, and the leading boy, sitting on his own motorcycle, pressed against an empty bottle, saying that as long as I can move the motorcycle over with one hand, all the empty bottles here are mine. "

"The motorcycle is not heavy." Ji Lianhuo looked sincerely.

Wang Zhaomou couldn't help but laugh.

Who would have thought that in the future, the head of the Leng family, who would cover the sky with one hand, would be able to sing and pick up bottles.

Compared to Ji Dabao, Ji Lianhuo is really not easy.

"That's it..." Wang Zhaoyun scratched his head, thinking about the 600 million he owed, and tentatively asked Ji Lianhuo.

"How much can a plastic bottle sell for?"

"Tin cans and plastic bottles, one point each, glass beer bottles three points." Ji Lianhuo answered truthfully.

Wang Zhaoyun bowed his head, counted with his fingers, and found that he had to pick up at least a few hundred million bottles to repay the debt.

Tears came out immediately.

"Brother!" Wang Zhaoyun cried and rushed towards Wang Zhaomou. Wang Zhaomou had already gained experience, so he took a step back, leaving Wang Zhaoyun in vain.

"Brother, look at my hands." Wang Zhaoyun burst into tears and showed his two hands.

The young master, who was originally skinny and tender, had several cuts on his fingers, and a few places where he accidentally shaved himself. The wounds have not healed yet, and he looks extremely miserable.

"A few days ago, they asked me to pull materials." Wang Zhaoyun choked up, "My feet are covered with blisters. If I continue to work, something will really happen."

As if afraid that Wang Zhaomou would not believe it, Wang Zhaoyun bent down to take off his shoes. Looking at Wang Zhaoyun's shoes that hadn't been washed in a month, Wang Zhaomou raised his hand to stop him, and spoke softly.

"You don't have to pay back the 600 million immediately."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhaoyun smiled in surprise.

"But I want to deduct 500 million yuan and the interest generated by the 500 million yuan from your future assets." Wang Zhaomou added.

When the king's father selected his heir, he did not transfer all the shares in his hands to Wang Zhaomou, but left a small part, which will be used to restrain and gift the remaining two children in the future.

Wang Zhaoyun himself knew that even though he and his elder sister had nothing now, his father would not do such a bad thing. Although it was not fair, he would at least give them some money in the future, but he didn't know how much.

"But... don't I owe 600 million?" Wang Zhaoyun said aggrievedly, "Brother, why do you want me to pay 500 million?"

Without such a price increase!

"The extra money is to buy new machines for the plastic factory." Wang Zhaomou said in a slow tone, sitting on the sofa in the living room, slightly raised his chin, and signaled Wang Zhaoyun to sit across from him.

"During the time you were in the plastic factory, you should have discovered something." Wang Zhaomou leaned forward slightly, his eyes serious, "Although the machines in the plastic factory are not old, they have not reached the mechanical strength of today's plastic parts.

If this trend continues, plastic factories will only be able to produce plastic products with less profit in the future, and they will be eliminated by the general environment in a short time. "

Wang Zhaoyun stared blankly at the second brother opposite, and blinked blankly.

"So, if you want a plastics factory to survive, you must have your own core technology and technological innovation, for example, you can develop and produce ecological plastics, or make reinforced composite plastics for industrial sectors such as automobiles, machinery, and ships. They're all good avenues."

Wang Zhaoyun scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

What is eco-plastic?Reinforced composite plastic, what is it?

Wang Zhaomou paused, to put it another way.

"The new machine and new technology can make the smell in the workshop less unpleasant, and there is no need to cut the hood."

"This is good!" Wang Zhaoyun's eyes lit up and he almost started applauding.

Wang Zhaoyun's movements suddenly stopped, he didn't know what to think, and suddenly felt a little uneasy, "What about the man who cut the front?"

"It can be arranged to go to other departments, such as the packaging department." Wang Zhaomou answered patiently, "The plastic factory needs new machines and possibly new assembly lines. If the transformation and upgrading is successful, it will also need to expand the scale and recruit people. All these need money. You It’s only a small part.”

"500 million is 500 million." Wang Zhaoyun stiffened his neck, because he really didn't want to go back to the plastic factory.

"Then sign a contract." Wang Zhaomou immediately sent a message to the assistant secretary to draw up a preliminary contract.

Wang Zhaoyun ate all the snacks on the plate, drank two pots of tea, and was extremely satisfied.

When the assistant secretary handed the contract in front of him, Wang Zhaoyun was about to sign it when he suddenly realized a problem, looked up at his well-dressed brother opposite, and opened his mouth stupidly.

"Brother, what if I don't have so much money in the future?"

"You will." Wang Zhaomou's eyes moved slightly under the lens, and he waved lightly to Wang Zhaoyun.

Wang Zhaoyun immediately leaned over and sat beside Wang Zhaomou.

Wang Zhaomou looked sideways, whispered in Wang Zhaoyun's ear, and stood by his side with one hand, covering his lips.

Ji Lianhuo was sitting in the dining room, keeping an eye on the movement in the living room. Seeing Wang Zhaomou approaching Wang Zhaoyun, he couldn't help holding his breath, staring at the man's side face, beautiful jaw line, and slowly clenched the bamboo chopsticks in his hand.

It would be great if brother Zhaomou could talk to himself like this.

For some reason, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help raising his hand, and touched the place where Wang Zhaomou blew on his neck when he was helping him with a haircut, his eyes flickered.

"Really?" Wang Zhaoyun was surprised after hearing the information revealed by the second brother.

Dad really wants to give himself shares in the Wang family?

"He said it himself." Wang Zhaoyun smiled gently, and raised his hand to support his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Nothing but the future.

In the previous life, even though Wang Zhaoyun's life and death were uncertain, the bad old man always kept the shares prepared for him. Although it was only [-]%, based on the subsequent profits of the Wang Group, after a few years, the dividends were quite a considerable figure.

Now Wang Zhaomou revealed to Wang Zhaoyun in advance that what the old man would leave to him in the future made Wang Zhaoyun full of joy, sat back with confidence, and signed the contract with a smile, without any hesitation.

The assistant secretary on the side looked dumbfounded.

How big is this child's heart, this is a debt of 500 million yuan!

After signing the contract, Wang Zhaoyun was very happy, and Wang Zhaomou also had a smile on his lips.

"Then can I go back to school?" Wang Zhaoyun has never been so eager to go back to school.

No matter how bad the school is, at least I can sleep in class and buy snacks at the canteen after class.

"Your school is already on winter vacation." Wang Zhaomou smiled gently, "You have two choices. First, go back to the plastic factory to work until the new semester begins. Second, finish your winter homework at home and go back to school."

"Second second!" Wang Zhaoyun replied immediately.

"Very good." Wang Zhaomou got up from the sofa and called someone to deliver his winter homework.

"I have to go back to the company first. You wait here and go home when you get your homework." Wang Zhaomou glanced at the big and small still in the restaurant, raised his hand as a signal, and left the villa.

Wang Zhaomou's people were extremely efficient, and they sent Wang Zhaoyun's winter vacation homework book and dozens of papers within a short time.

Wang Zhaoyun opened the winter vacation homework seriously, and after 5 minutes, he pulled his hair and gave up struggling, and secretly touched the last answer with his fingers.

Turning to the last page, Wang Zhaoyun saw the traces of the book being torn, and his mind went blank.

Reference answer, no more!

How can I finish so many homework without reference to the answers!

Wang Zhaoyun rolled his eyes again and again, and suddenly saw Ji Lianhuo who was holding his cub and feeding him milk powder.

"Senior Ji?" Wang Zhaoyun sneaked up, avoiding Mrs. Cheng, shaking the "Happy Winter Vacation" in his hand, trying to make a little deal with the person in front of him.

"How about ten yuan a book?"

"I don't want money." Ji Lianhuo and Wang Zhaoyun distanced themselves, pursing their thin lips slightly.

"What's the matter, buddy, did you pick up bottles and get rich? You don't want any money?" Wang Zhaoyun lowered his voice, "You know this and I know it..."

Ji Lianhuo was quiet for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and took the homework book from Wang Zhaoyun's hand.

"I want you to trade it for something else."

"What?" Wang Zhaoyun looked puzzled.

"I want to know something, brother Zhaomou's preferences, or what happened to him when he was a child, in short, anything about him." Ji Lianhuo's eyes were full of paranoia and longing.

"I just want this."

"I can do it!" Wang Zhaoyun's eyes lit up, and without a word, he gave Ji Lianhuo all his homework.

"You do my homework, and I'll write you a big composition about my brother. The title is "Things My Brother Has to Say". It must be an exciting content that most people don't know. Will it work?"

Ji Lianhuo nodded with his ears red.

Ji Dabao watched helplessly as his uncle started to write for him, took Wang Zhaomou's younger brother's homework, and wrote at the desk for hours without raising his head.

Ji Dabao struggled to sit up on the bed, his mouth was very itchy, but he didn't have anything to grind his teeth, so he could only eat his own fingers.

After finishing half of the mathematics winter vacation homework, Ji Lianhuo blinked his dry eyes, straightened up and moved his body.

Quiet behind him, Ji Lianhuo turned his head to look, and saw Ji Dabao chewing his finger, the glistening saliva was almost dripping onto the bed sheet.

Taking paper to help Ji Dabao wipe his face and hands, Ji Lianhuo picked up his nephew, went downstairs to find a fruit plate in the living room, picked up an apple, peeled it with a fruit knife, and handed the sliced ​​apples to Ji Dabao.

Ji Dabao looked at Ji Lianhuo, remembered that he spanked his butt, and refused to eat it stubbornly.

The next moment Ji Dabao saw that Ji Lianhuo ate the apple piece pushed away by himself.

Look, there is no sincerity at all!

You should give it again!

Ji Lianhuo cut another piece of apple again, Ji Dabao pushed it unconvinced, and the apple piece came into Ji Lianhuo's mouth again.

Ji Dabao was dumbfounded.

Seeing that an apple was about to be eaten by Ji Lianhuo, Ji Dabao could only hold back the sliced ​​apple that the young man had peeled, and gnawed it with both hands.

Uncle doesn't love me anymore.

He wasn't used to himself at all.

Seeing Ji Dabao finally took the apple slices, Ji Lianhuo's eyes were gentle, and he lowered his head and whispered in his nephew's ear.

"When I go to school, Mrs. Cheng will take you with me. You can't be naughty, let alone play petty temper, understand?"

Ji Dabao gnawed on the apple slices aggrievedly, and nodded his head.

Ji Lian and Huo Mingming beat him up, but when he wanted to separate from his uncle, he felt a lot of reluctance.

"Good boy." Ji Lianhuo touched the cub, only to hear the doorbell of the villa suddenly ring.

Before Ji Dabao had time to react, he felt that he was picked up in an instant, and the person who carried him ran to the door at a speed of [-] meters, and opened the door of the villa before Mrs. Cheng.

But the person who came was not Wang Zhaomou.

Ji Lianhuo and Ji Dabao stared blankly at the man in the white down jacket in front of them, and didn't recover for a while.

"Oh, Young Master Su!" Mrs. Cheng also rushed over, and when she saw the man, she smiled brightly.

"Why are you here, and you didn't say hello in advance."

The man raised the exquisite paper bag in his hand, and smiled brightly, "There is a new Western-style pastry shop in the north of the city. I tasted a piece that tasted really good, so I want to bring some for Zhaomou to try too."

"Come in quickly!" Mrs. Cheng turned sideways enthusiastically, "The young master will be back in a while, you really have a heart."

Watching the man walk into the living room, as familiar as entering their own home, Ji Lianhuo and Ji Dabao followed the man closely with complicated eyes.

The man has a handsome and generous face, and he is full of bookishness. Just by his clothes and demeanor, one can tell that he is a child raised by a scholarly family.

This is the Young Master Su that Mrs. Cheng mentioned earlier.

Su Yunwen put down the exquisite paper bag, took off the down jacket, and hung it on the hanger at the door, where Wang Zhaomou usually hangs his clothes.

Ji Lianhuo couldn't help pursing his lips, feeling an extremely weird unhappiness in his heart.

"By the way, this is..." Su Yunwen looked at the boy holding the child.

"This is the young master's friend. Due to some changes in the family, he is staying here temporarily." Mrs. Cheng brought tea and responded with a smile.

Su Yunwen seemed to hear and saw something extremely funny, staring at the boy, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Ji Lianhuo stood where he was, not knowing why the man in front of him was laughing, he didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to leave.

"To tell you the truth, Mrs. Cheng." Su Yunwen wiped the corners of his eyes with a smile, "Someone told me before that Zhaomou's golden house hides the beauty, and today I'm here at the right time, after all, I've never seen such a lowly woman before. Horizontal 'Jiao'."

Mrs. Cheng smiled dryly in response, and signaled the young man to go upstairs with her eyes.

Hearing what the man said, Ji Dabao couldn't help frowning.

People of this culture speak differently.

Without saying a single dirty word, it hurt people to the bottom.

Ji Lianhuo's eyes were dark, but his expression remained the same as usual. He hugged Ji Dabao and turned around to go upstairs.

I have heard words ten times worse than this.

"Don't go." Su Yunwen waved with a smile, "Since you are Zhaozhao's friend, you can also be regarded as my friend. Come and taste the snacks I brought, otherwise, Zhaozhao will blame me for neglecting you."

Zhao Zhao?

Ji Lianhuo turned around and looked at Su Yunwen. His name is Brother Zhaomou...Zhao Zhao?

Su Yunwen's smile is harmless to humans and animals, and with his bookish look, he also shows a bit of sunshine and cheerfulness.

Looking at the smile of the man in front of him, Ji Dabao rolled his eyes and realized that the matter was not simple.

If the uncle doesn't come over, this Su Yunwen may slander the uncle in front of Wang Zhaomou, and just install a uncle who ignores the guests and is charged with no quality. When he leaves this door, he will definitely describe it to outsiders with embellishments. .

If my uncle goes over, who knows what evil this person has in his heart, he will probably bully his uncle openly and secretly.

Ji Dabao hadn't come up with a strategy yet, but he felt that his uncle had already moved, stepped forward and sat firmly opposite Su Yunwen, his waist straightened, his eyes darkened, and his aura did not fall behind.

As expected of my uncle!

Ji Dabao secretly gave a thumbs up.

Seeing this, Su Yunwen gave a ambiguous smile, opened the delicate paper bag, and took out the Western-style snack box inside.

"Come and try this."

Su Yunwen opened a box of plump Western-style pastries. Ji Dabao thought it was something good, but looked down, but it was the most common puff in the future.

"This is puff." With a sunny smile on his face, Su Yunwen picked up one and handed it to Ji Lianhuo.

"It originated in France in the [-]th century. In France, it is a dessert that expresses auspiciousness and goodwill."

Ji Lianhuo leaned slightly towards Su Yunwen, before the palm of his hand touched the round pastry, he saw Su Yunwen suddenly exerted force on his fingers, and a stream of white cream splashed out of the puff in an instant.

Ji Lianhuo was wearing the white sweater bought by Wang Zhaomou, and subconsciously picked up Ji Dabao with one hand to block the splashing cream.

Before Ji Dabao could react, he just felt his arm lift up, and then all the cream fell on him.

Ji Dabao was silent for a long time, then turned to look at his uncle.

We are dear, right?

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Su Yunwen was full of guilt, picked up a tissue in one hand, walked over quickly, and wiped the cream off Ji Dabao's body.

Before wiping it twice, Su Yunwen's nose wrinkled slightly, and he looked at the boy with a puzzled expression.

"Did you catch a scent?"

Ji Dabao smelled it subconsciously, only smelling the sweetness of butter.

Ji Lianhuo also smelled it, and touched Ji Dabao's diaper, it didn't absorb any moisture and bulged.

Su Yunwen sniffed it a few more times, looking suddenly enlightened.

"I see."

Ji Dabao stared at Su Yunwen approaching his uncle, and smiled in Ji Lianhuo's ear.

"You have an unscrupulous smell of poverty."

Ji Dabao slowly opened his eyes a little bit.

The future head of the Leng family, poor and stinking? !