Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

As soon as Wang Zhaomou finished speaking, Father Wang was stunned for two seconds, thinking that there was something wrong with his ears.

Wang Qiyan looked to her side in shock, and then at her father, she didn't recover for a while.

In Sioux City, anyone who dares to say to the old chairman of the Wang Group, "You are old, your mind is not clear", this is still No. 1!

Father Wang's face changed, and he didn't ask Wang Zhaomou to repeat.

According to what Father Wang knew about him, if he asked him to repeat it, he would really repeat it seriously.

"You bastard!" Father Wang picked up the teacup in his hand and poured it in Wang Zhaomou's direction. The person on the other side seemed to have expected it. He pressed his glasses with one hand and leaned expressionlessly to the side, pouring all the tea. to the couch.

"You you you!" Father Wang shook his hands angrily, lifted the teapot and poured more tea into the cup.

A slender and fair hand held down Father Wang's teacup. When Father Wang looked up, he saw his second son standing up at some point and leaning over to him.

"When people are eliminated by the times, their senses are usually dull and they can't detect it."

Father Wang stared at Wang Zhaomou's unhurried opening, and what he said was actually bolder than before.

"An outspoken and overly shrewd person like you is the first to be eliminated!" Father Wang was aroused by his son's success, "Is this how I taught you to talk to your elders?!"

Wang Zhaomou's expression remained unchanged, his pale lips parted and closed, "Then do you dare to bet against me?"

"I dare not?" Father Wang sneered, "When I bet against the investor, you were not born yet!"

"Then let's gamble against each other." Wang Zhaomou straightened up and sat in a seat not wet by the tea.

"What are you betting on?" Father Wang's anger was suppressed.

"The real estate company's net profit next year will reach [-] million." Wang Zhaomou looked serious.

"Impossible!" Father Wang almost didn't think about it.

You must know that the most profitable project under the Wang Group, the annual net profit of the shopping mall, is only a few hundred million yuan. The profit level of real estate is simply impossible to reach the figure Wang Zhaomou said.

"I can bet with you on the shares of the Wang Group." Wang Zhaomou threw out the bait.

As soon as these words came out, Father Wang frowned and couldn't help but began to think seriously.

Under normal circumstances, 50.00% of the house price will be used to pay various taxes and fees, plus Wang Zhaomou's cost of land acquisition, construction costs, and after deducting various costs, his profit can be [-]%, which is extremely high. good scenario.

There is also a prerequisite, that all completed properties must be sold out.

So, where did the [-] million come from?

Father Wang moved his eyes and looked at his son.

"I'll bet you with 5.00% of the shares of the Wang Group, do you dare?"

"Ten percent." Wang Zhaomou increased the bet.

Father Wang stared at Wang Zhaomou for a moment, feeling inexplicably uneasy, but no matter how he thought about it, it was impossible for that real estate company to make a profit of [-] million in this year, next year, or two years.

Out of caution, Father Wang put his thumb and index finger together, "Eight percent."

"Yes." Wang Zhaomou took out his mobile phone, "The contract will be drafted immediately."

"Also, since it's a VS bet, you need to be a qualified investor." Wang Zhaomou sent a message with his mobile phone, and looked up at Father Wang.

"Even if I invest one billion yuan in a real estate company, you won't be able to make a profit of five hundred million yuan next year." Father Wang sneered, "I don't know about other places, but I don't know the real estate situation in Sucheng?"

"Then do you want to invest one billion?" Wang Zhaomou looked across.

"Where did I get so much money?" Father Wang snorted coldly, "Up to 3000 million."

Sitting next to her, Wang Qiyan held the velvet box in her hand, watching the father and son sign the contract, with a little confusion in their eyes.

"You are an investor in a real estate company now, so it's best not to do anything harmful to the real estate company." Wang Zhaomou looked calm, "Otherwise the VAM agreement is invalid."

"Hmph." Father Wang turned his head, "Don't worry, I read the agreement."

It's only two years, and I can afford to wait. The main thing is to make Wang Zhaomou give up and run the Wang Group wholeheartedly. 3000 million is nothing.

"Qiyan." After finishing off his son, the father looked at his eldest daughter.

"I have already greeted your principal, and I will go back to be your teacher next Monday, understand?"

"I'm not going." Wang Qiyan hugged the big velvet box tightly in her arms, "A good horse never turns back, and I, Wang Qiyan, don't turn back!"

"What is a jewelry designer!" Father Wang frowned, "I'll give you two choices, either go back to be a teacher, or get married and start a family as soon as possible!"

"I don't take either path!" Wang Qiyan stood up, staring at her father with burning eyes, "I will return the more than 7000 million yuan at the auction to you, so I decided to choose the path I chose, even if it comes out in the future. What's up, I'll take it on myself!"

"Confused!" Father Wang stood up, "There are so many people in this world, why do you choose to take that unique path, you don't want to have a stable job, you don't want to get married and have children, what will you do in the future!"

"I just want to live the life I like!" Wang Qiyan refused to budge.

"Okay!" Father Wang's fingers began to tremble again, "When I die, I'll see who cares about you!"

Wang Qiyan gritted her teeth. Although she was very angry with the old man, she felt uncomfortable when she heard the word "death", so she simply turned her head away from her father.

"I'll take care of it." Wang Zhaomou quietly looked at his father.

"I'll help her."

"One by one, the wings are hard?" Father Wang took a deep breath, staring at Wang Zhaomou, "I think you will lose the bet next year, so what do you do!"

"It's getting late." Wang Zhaomou automatically ignored the old man's words, stood up and stood in front of Wang Qiyan.

"I'll take you back."

Wang Qiyan looked up, looked at Wang Zhaomou who was much taller than herself, and nodded.

Watching the two children leave, Father Wang looked at the tea set in front of him with a straight face. He picked up the tea cup and wanted to throw it away.

"Dad?" Wang Zhaoyun opened the study door a crack, and poked his head out cautiously.

"Get lost." Father Wang was not angry.

Wang Zhaoyun pursed his mouth aggrievedly, and retracted his head.

I really don't want those workbooks!

In the Bentley, the atmosphere was a little quiet and eerie.

Holding the velvet box in her arms, Wang Qiyan turned her head to look at Wang Zhaomou, and the words, "I will help her," came involuntarily in her ears.

Looking at the exquisite and perfect side face in front of her, Wang Qiyan couldn't help but speak.

"Since I was a child, others have said that I don't look like you."

Wang Zhaomou looked sideways at Wang Qiyan.

Wang Qiyan remembered the scene when she was a child, with a smile in her eyes.

"You don't even know how many boys and girls asked me about you when you were young."

"Did you say it?" Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly.

"Answer a question about you, and I will accept a candy." Wang Qiyan laughed, "At that time, I ate candy, and my big teeth were all decayed."

Wang Zhaomou smiled when he recalled the scene of Wang Qiyan crying and pulling out her teeth when she was a child.

"Anyway, thank you today." Wang Qiyan took a last look at the velvet box in her hand, and handed it generously to Wang Zhaomou.

The scene in front of him seemed to overlap with the previous life, Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes and looked at Wang Qiyan in front of him.

In this life, she still has light in her eyes, love for life, and stubbornness that refuses to admit defeat.

Seeing Wang Zhaomou take the velvet box, Wang Qiyan showed a sly smile.

"This is not for you, but for my future siblings."

Wang Zhaomou's hand holding the box paused.

"If one day you meet someone you like, send it over. I don't believe that someone will not fall in love with you after seeing such a beautiful diamond necklace!" Wang Qiyan smiled.

Wang Zhaomou looked at the diamond necklace in his hand and remained silent for a long time.

Maybe this is what Wang Qiyan didn't say to herself in the previous life.

"When the time comes for you to get engaged or get married, come to me for any rings you want, and I'll give you a [-]% discount!" Wang Qiyan glanced at the scenery outside the car window, "Master, I'm here, just stop in front."

The driver, who was only in his 20s, twitched his mouth and parked the car firmly in front.

Wang Zhaomou returned to the villa with the diamond necklace and put it in the most conspicuous place in the study.

Ji Lianhuo went home on the weekend, and at dinner, he heard Wang Zhaomou mention that Uncle Yu wanted to see himself and Dabao, so he hurriedly said that he would go to see Uncle Yu tomorrow.

In the new January, Wang Zhaomou brought Ji Lianhuo into the study and gave him this month's pocket money. Ji Lianhuo pinched the envelope containing the money and saw a conspicuous velvet box in the study at a glance.

Sensing the boy's gaze, Wang Zhaomou took down the velvet box, opened it and showed it to the boy.

"This is the 'Glory Rose'!" Ji Lianhuo's eyes lit up, and he looked at Wang Zhaomou in surprise.

This diamond necklace finally came to Brother Zhaomou!

"Does it look good?" Wang Zhaomou looked at the boy's bright eyes, and smiled with his lips curled up. "You can touch it."

Ji Lianhuo stretched out his hand carefully, and gently touched the bright and shining diamond necklace in front of him, worth up to [-] million.

This necklace must look good on a girl.

"Wang Qiyan give it to me." Wang Zhaomou looked at the necklace with gentle eyes.

"Let me give it to someone I like in the future."

Ji Lianhuo's hand touching the necklace paused, his heart beating faster inexplicably, and he re-examined the diamond necklace in front of him seriously.

So lovely.

Boys can wrap it around their wrist too, can't they?

The young man looked at the diamond necklace for a long time, and touched it gently. It was the first time that Wang Zhaomou knew that Ji Lianhuo was so interested in jewelry.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Wang Zhaomou went to the company, Ji Lianhuo hugged Ji Dabao, went to the nightlife street, and returned to the familiar place.

Ji Dabao specially dressed brightly, and on his feet were the small leather shoes that Wang Zhaomou bought for him, which were polished brightly.

Uncle Yu looked at the young man standing in front of his booth, and barely recognized him at first glance, and then he looked at the child in the young man's arms, only then did he confirm the identity of the person in front of him.

"Xiao Ji." Uncle Yu couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, he pulled Ji Lianhuo to stand together, and found that he hadn't seen him for nearly half a year, the boy had grown taller and his body was stronger than before, even Ji Dabao looked like the one in the New Year pictures Like a fat doll, cute and tight.

Uncle Yu looked at Ji Lianhuo's clean and neat hair, warm and beautiful clothes, and his new mental state, and couldn't help smiling with tears in his eyes.

"I was worried about you before, but now that I see it, I feel relieved."

"Uncle Yu, thank you for taking care of me and Dabao." Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips, hugged Ji Dabao with one hand, and tightly hugged the old man in front of him with the other, and secretly stuffed a roll of money into the old man's pocket.

"You don't need to set up a fruit stand anymore, and I don't need to sell chestnuts anymore." Uncle Yu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I didn't pay attention to your stand back then, and your uncle took it away. Today I give this chestnut stand to you. You, I feel at ease."

"What happened back then has nothing to do with you." Ji Lianhuo looked serious.

Uncle Yu waved his hand with a smile, "Anyway, if you don't want this stall, my son will sell it at a low price. It's better to give it to you."

After chatting with Uncle Yu for a long time and saying goodbye, Ji Dabao originally thought that his uncle would not want this chestnut stall, but he never expected that Ji Lianhuo would push the chestnut stall back.

In the open space behind the villa, Ji Dabao stared dumbfounded at Ji Lianhuo's vigorously frying chestnuts, and took out the finished products again and again to taste.

No, Ji Dabao is a little scared. Is it possible that my uncle is going to start his own business again?

Ji Lianhuo's fried chestnuts were sweating all over his body. After several times of frying, he finally got a satisfactory sweetness.

Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips, peeled off the shells of the fried chestnuts one by one, carefully arranged them on the plate, and gently placed them on the table in the study.

Looking at the round chestnut flesh, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help imagining how the man picked them up one by one while reading the documents when he came back at night, put them against his lips, and put them in his mouth.

Zhaozhao likes to eat fried chestnuts.