Ouyang Yuande didn't know that he would be in vain if he shouted. He shouted for nearly an hour for a thousand words, "I don't respect you for your elders, and I will teach you bad things."
At the end of the shouting, his voice became hoarse and weak, his body became exhausted, and his whole spirit seemed to have grown aged for dozens of years.
Finally, he finished calling, and saw him sitting on the ground, feeling like his body was being taken away.
"Damn it! Finally finished calling! That kid Ye Fan should keep his promise..."
Ouyang Yuande was exhausted, his voice was extremely hoarse, and even faintly as if a mosquito was crying.
Just when Ouyang Yuande thought Ye Fan would keep his promise, at this moment, his cell phone rang, and the person who called was his company's secretary.
"Boss, something big happened, something big happened in the company... Jingxiong Group just announced that it would completely terminate its cooperation with our company..."
The secretary explained in a panic tone.
"What?"
At this moment, Ouyang Yuande exclaimed in dismay. Feng Jingxiong had just terminated a single project, and the company's losses were not too serious.
But now the situation is different. "Jingxiong Group" completely terminated all project cooperation. After this operation, the company lost at least tens of billions of dollars.
At this moment, Ouyang Yuande realized that he had been fooled by Ye Fan, especially when he thought of the words "Don't respect for the elders and teaches his descendants badly" just now, he almost even shouted out his throat.
What made him feel even more frustrated was that his dignified Western China chaebol helmsman kneeled on the ground like an idiot, keeping shouting, "Don't respect for the elderly, and teach his descendants badly."
Suddenly, he was not angry and felt depressed. The next second, he was so angry that he was so angry that he blew backwards. With a "pop", he spat out a mouthful of blood.
I saw blood scattering all over the ground.
"Ye Fan! I am incompatible with you..."
Ouyang Yuande blushed with anger, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt dark in front of him. Then, his body thumped without any reaction, and fell to the ground on the spot, being angry.
I fell into a coma.
"I'm going? What's wrong with Mr. Ouyang? Are you yelling to be tired?"
"Ouyang Yuande is so dedicated! I give him a hundred likes!"
"Yes! There are very few people as dedicated as him now!"
......
At this time, people at the scene started to talk, but no one thought about helping to make a 120-phone call.
......
An hour later, Ouyang Yuande, who was unconscious, was still sent to the hospital by a kind-hearted person for emergency treatment.
After the Ouyang family learned about the situation, they immediately sent people to come overnight.
At this time, Ouyang Yuande's son... Ouyang Dong!
I saw Ouyang Dong wearing a suit and lace, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking gentle, but his eyes were filled with coldness from time to time.
A knife hidden in a smile refers to this kind of person!
Looking at the old father on the hospital bed, Ouyang Dong lost his previous calmness and became extremely indignant.
"Dad, which bastard made you like this?" Ouyang Dong clenched his fists, and the anger in his heart was burning.
"A Dong, a bastard named Ye Fan played with me. I shouted a thousand words, "I'm disrespectful to you, and I'm teaching you bad things." But in the end he was still playing with me...