While Qin Yu was busy fooling around in Jiangzhou, the team of the third young master also had frequent problems in Songjiang, so both groups were currently in the stage of filling in pits, re-adjusting their thinking and accumulating strength. At this moment, a big storm that no one noticed was brewing silently.

...

Two days later, at around 8 o'clock in the evening, in Xiaohu's study.

After drinking a cup of strong tea, my father turned off the computer, looked up and shouted at the door: "Come in."

Xiaohu, who had just been called back home, pushed the door and entered after hearing the sound, looked at his father with a little fear and said, "Dad, are you looking for me?"

The father looked up at Xiaohu and asked expressionlessly: "What are you busy with these two days?"

Xiaohu walked to the desk and didn't even dare to sit. He just stood and replied, "I'm still discussing the matter with the mistress about the pharmaceutical company."

"How is this going?" the father intervened and asked.

Xiaohu was stunned for a moment and replied: "The progress is very smooth. The mistress has already contacted the supplier. She is currently negotiating details and evaluating the investment budget..."

The father frowned and sighed and scolded, "Which the fuck are you studying with me?"

Xiaohu was stunned for a moment and asked in a daze, "What...what happened?"

"What happened to the mistress's family? Do you know?" asked the father.

After hearing this, Xiaohu thought carefully about how many seconds it would take, and then replied with uneasy eyes: "Nothing happened to his family, I heard that his cousin gave birth to a baby..."

"Bang!"

The father suddenly rushed up and slapped Xiaohu's face and cursed: "I'm fucking looking at you're about to have a baby!"

Xiaohu was beaten to death, completely confused and at a loss.

Xiaohu is just a little arrogant outside, but in fact he is not a brainless person. He has enough education and has a certain degree of professionalism in the investment field. But I don’t know why he doesn’t know how to see his father at all, and he will exude fear from the bottom of his bones.

"Your mother handed over so much money to you, and you finally made one for me. My mistress is about to give birth to a baby? What are you doing for?!" The father asked with his eyes on his face.

"Dad, I don't know what you mean." Xiaohu replied with aggrieved cover his face.

"What does it mean?" the father yelled with his back, "Miss San's uncle has died in Jiangzhou, but you don't even know?"

Xiaohu was stunned when he heard this. He really didn't know that mistress's uncle was dead. Because since the shooting, he was raising an injury on his arm, and on the other hand, he was in a low mood. He always felt that he had apologized to Zhang Liang and was losing face in the circle, so he had been hiding in the urban apartment for the past two days and never went out. The mistress was also deliberately concealing the news, so he was completely unaware of Ding Maogang's death.

"The mistress paid so much money from you, and you don't even know his current basic situation. What are you playing with?" The father asked angrily: "Have you done the project risk assessment? Have you considered the return on investment? Do you know where he spent every money taken from here? Ah?!"

"Dad, you said at the beginning that I was giving money to the mistress was a political investment. Can you not consider the return for the time being? So I..."

"For the time being, do you know what temporary is? You can ask for no reward in front of you, but what about the future?" The father interrupted simply and roughly: "If you spend money, what will it look like in three years? Have you ever thought about what position you will be in five years? Even if the pharmaceutical factory is really built, what position should you have and what role you play, do you have any arrangements in your mind?"

The little tiger is speechless.

"You are so fucking with him, playing with women, squandering, and calling him brothers, but now that such a critical thing has happened, you don't know. Are you pretending to be shit in your mind?!" The father was so angry that his whole body trembled: "The deal in Jiangzhou's supplier collapsed, you don't know; the mistress's uncle died, you don't know. You only know that when he called you, you gave him money like a fool!"

"Dad, I..."

"Bang!"

My father kicked Xiaohu on the waist, pointed at him with a trembling arm and scolded: "I tell you, the family I have saved is not something you can spend so much. If you want to be like a second fool all day, get out of the ninth zone as soon as possible. I don't want to see you for a day."

Xiaohu lowered his head, his eyes clenched his fists with red eyes, and he stopped saying a word.

"Get out, get out." Father pointed outside the door and shouted.

"Dad...Dad, don't be angry, I'll do it well and verify this matter immediately." Xiaohu didn't dare to look directly at his father, and just lowered his head and promised, and left in shame.

The father sighed and sat on the chair exhausted physically and mentally, thrusting his hands, speechless for a long time.

After a while, the wife came in with new tea and said with a bad look: "You always scold him like this and beat him. Have you ever considered his dignity?"

"Will others give him dignity?" The father said with a gloomy face and pointed at his wife, "He is so useless, and it is inseparable from your stupid way of education."

The wife gritted her teeth and said nothing.

"His head is far worse than the mistress. He has no idea at all and no vision." The father frowned and said in a hoarse voice: "Investment still needs to be invested, but money cannot be spent like this. You can find a capable person in the company and put it next to him to check it."

After considering it for a while, the wife persuaded: "It is difficult for outsiders to integrate into the mistress circle. Moreover, if you are so accused of Xiaohu, the mistress will think more about it."

"I have read the account of Xiaohu Company. In three years, I have taken out more than eight million yuan in vain." My father cursed with a dark face: "The Propaganda Department has conducted field trips, and his reputation has made all the mistresses earn, but in the end the money was paid by Xiaohu. Just like this kind of foolish investment, I don't look for someone to keep an eye on it, can that work?"

The wife was speechless.

"He doesn't know how to spend money, so find someone to help him spend it." The father sighed: "Who made your son a waste?"

"Okay, just do whatever you say." The wife threw down her words, turned around and left.

...

On the street.

Xiaohu drove the car with scarlet eyes and dialed the mistress's phone number.

"Hello?"

"Your uncle is dead, why didn't you tell me?" Xiaohu asked in a complaining voice.

The third young master pondered for a while and replied, "I didn't want to hide it from you. It was my father who told me specifically to suppress this news for the time being. Moreover, I have been dealing with this matter urgently these days, and I haven't had time to meet you."

"What about the five million I'll transfer you to the account?" Xiaohu asked.

"I didn't move a minute, I'll have someone call you tomorrow." The third young master felt that Xiaohu was in a bad mood, so he immediately replied according to his meaning.

"No need to make a call, lie on your account. Otherwise, if the money comes back and takes it out, my dad may have to ask again." Xiaohu said with a slack on his neckline and extremely unstable mood: "But next time... I don't want to take out the money myself. In the end, the project has changed so much, but I don't know anything."

The third young master pondered for a while, looked down at his watch and said, "So, you go to the club tomorrow night, our brothers have a meeting, I'll tell you about the matter."

"Okay, that's it." Xiaohu hung up the phone directly, lowered his head and immediately dialed another number.

"Hey, Mr. Tiger?!"

"Have a party and ask someone to come and accompany me."

"Hao Le, Young Master Tiger." The other party immediately replied excitedly.

...

It was late at night, and it was past one o'clock in the morning.

Just as Wu Tianyin was about to close the stall and go back to rest, his worn-out phone rang out the ringtone.

"Hey, Miss Xu?"

"Are you free? Come and pick me up. I'm at a club on Xinhe Road."

"...It's too late, I'm going to close the stall." Wu Tianyin replied with a embarrassed expression.

"One hundred, will you come?" Xu Wei asked.
Chapter completed!