After finishing the meal, Wenbo slowly placed the plates in the recycling area, then walked to the window in the corridor outside the canteen, stood in front of the window and looked into the distance.

Wenbo's gray temples told him all the time that he was no longer young. Decades of almost continuous work had made Wenbo's nerves more fragile. As early as three years ago, he had proposed to Luo Zhengtai

He had the idea of ​​retiring, but was rejected by Luo Zhengtai.

Luo Zhengtai hopes that Wenbo will persist for another three years, which will at least help his son Luo Zhiqi secure his position as chairman. Who knows that three years have passed, and Wenbo is still coaching diligently and attentively, but Luo Zhengtai has not heard from him yet

All gone.

Standing in front of the window after dinner every day to relax his eyes for a moment is already Wenbo's only free time during working hours.

With Lao Luo gone and the team leaderless, Wenbo, who stepped up to stabilize the situation, was under great pressure. He had to ensure that Tengtai was running normally, Xiaoxiao was not allowed to cause trouble, and Luo Zhiqi had to take over smoothly.

Unwilling to shoulder heavy trust, Wen Bo, who is over sixty years old, tries to bring Tengtai back to peace with his own efforts. It seems that everything is calm and calm, but in fact, every step is like walking on thin ice.

"well……"

While there was no one around, Uncle Wen, who always had a smile on his face, sighed softly, with a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.

After thirty seconds, he regained his composure, returned to his calm smile, and walked towards his office.

There was still an hour and forty minutes left before the contract was agreed to be signed with Tian Jing. Wenbo decided to use the gap to further improve the two plans he had at hand.

Picking up the reading glasses case from the desk, Wen Bo, who had less than fifteen minutes to rest after eating, was once again thrown into intense work.

…

"Bang!"

Guo Hua took a picture of his solid wood desk and shouted at the other end of the phone: "Are you sure it's two-thirty in the afternoon?"

"It's absolutely true. Mr. Guo, I'll be done with this business and I'll be done with it. Could I possibly joke with you about this?"

The person who spoke to Guo Hua was very sure of his source.

Seeing that his people were so confident, Guo Hua also gave some support. After pondering for a moment, he replied: "Okay, you can withdraw after this matter is done. The money will be sent to the place agreed with you."

"Okay."

The other party took the initiative to hang up the phone.

Guo Hua didn't put down the phone in his hand and directly dialed Zheng Mei's number again.

"Two thirty in the afternoon, Tianjing battlefield."

"Understood!" Zheng Mei's answer was concise and to the point.

After finishing the call with Guo Hua, Zheng Mei turned her head and looked at Er Zhizi, who was sitting on the sofa next to her, using a nail clipper to cut the hair on her legs, and said: "Two: thirty in the afternoon, act on time."

"There's a problem!"

Er Pangzi continued to concentrate on shaving his legs without even raising his head.

…

At 2:30 in the afternoon, Wen Bo, who was driven by a driver, walked into the battlefield, greeted by Tian Jing and the key personnel of the Tianjing battlefield.

Most of the backbone of Tianjing battlefield are veterans who worked with Tian Jing in Tengtai in the early days. Tengtai has always treated his own people well, including the years when Tian Jing was in prison, and Tengtai also treated his little brothers.

Very caring.

So after Tian Jing, who later established his own business, came out with this group of little brothers, these little brothers gradually grew up and took charge of their own business, but they still retained their love for Tengtai in their hearts.

That day, Guo Hua came to the battlefield to threaten Wen Bo, which made the backbone of the battlefield who were still hesitant to make a decision. When they came out to hang out, there were clear grievances, and there was kindness and hatred. Since Tengtai took care of us so much in those years, then

Now is the time for us to support Tengtai.

Even at the risk of facing off against Guo Hua, this group of warriors who still retained their passion for the battlefield still chose to transfer their shares.

Guo Hua must have never imagined that it would be him who facilitated the transaction between the two parties.

At the entrance of a canteen opposite the battlefield, Erzhi was lying on a wicker chair with his legs crossed. He was wearing a pair of large sunglasses on his already thin cheeks, which made him look even more nondescript.

"Brother Gan, why don't we go out to work now?"

Next to him, Ma Zai, who was wearing a military green T-shirt and floral shorts of the same style as Erpolezi, took an old popsicle in his hand and licked it. Finally, he raised his own questions and tried to get Erpolezi to answer him.

The second pole replied lazily: "What are you going to do now?"

Because he was wearing a pair of large sunglasses, he couldn't see clearly what Er Zhanzi's expression was, but just by hearing the voice, he seemed to be drowsy.

Ma Zai replied without thinking: "Go out and give it to Wen and Yong directly so that the people at Tianjing Battlefield can see our horsepower!"

The second pole scolded angrily: "No, what kind of horsepower do you have when riding on a horse? It's hard for you to ride on a three-wheeler to collect some scraps. Why don't you talk to me about your horsepower? Are you showing off your ability?"

Ma Zai scratched the back of his head and wanted to explain: "That's not..."

Er Zhanzi interrupted Ma Zai's words impatiently and said: "Okay, don't give me any ink marks! Just do whatever the big brother says. Can you guess what the big brother is thinking at will? If so, why aren't you the big brother?

Woolen cloth?"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

As the core Ma Zi of the second pole, the popsicle guy who was scolded also knew that his elder brother was really a bit bragging. As soon as he saw his elder brother bragging about one thing after another, he knew that he should avoid the edge for a while.

"Okay! The breeze is blowing and I'm a little tired. Let me take a nap while the sun is shining today!"

Er Zhan threw out such a set of small words, and less than thirty seconds after the words fell, a slight snoring could be heard.

"Well, I really can't be a big brother like you." The popsicle boy wiped the dense beads of sweat on his forehead and chose to walk into the canteen and rub against the canteen owner's electric fan.

The owner of the canteen, who was sitting alone watching TV, saw the popsicle boy walking in alone. He pointed at the two poles on the wicker chair at the door and asked, "Brother, what do you mean, your friend has a heat stroke?"

"No, he's taking a nap. He's used to it after decades of health care." The popsicle boy explained casually.

The owner of the canteen said in a hurry: "No, brother, we don't say whether the ultraviolet rays are strong or not. The room temperature outside is over 40 degrees. He can't do it as an adult if he is exposed to the sun for an hour?"

There is an element of concern in these words, but at the same time, he is really afraid that this little bastard, who is not normal at first glance, will die on his doorstep, and he will have to pay a sum of money, which is not worth it.

After all, what can't today's little bastards do in order to have a few mouthfuls of food and to so-called get ahead?

"It's okay. My eldest brother is very capable in this area in the north of the city. God has to give him face."
Chapter completed!