That night, Wang Baishi, who had been sleeping for a long time, woke up and complained that he was hungry. As soon as the nurse went out, Lord Wei came in wearing an apron and carrying a golden and extremely luxurious French tray. He bared his teeth and said, "Dad."
It's better than...eating some food!"
Wang Baishi glanced at him sideways, sat up, and said with a sullen face: "What the hell, I've been drugged inside!"
"...Dad, what are you talking about? It's weird...!" Sir Wei walked over shamelessly and sat on the stool. He stretched out his hand very well, lifted up the pillow, and handed it over.
, said with a smile: "Come on, my old arms and legs will be broken if I touch them, please put some numb pads on them!"
"...Go away, get away!" Wang Baishi cursed, but still raised his back slightly, raised his eyelids, looked at Lord Wei like a frog, and pondered for a long time and said: "In my life
The biggest failure is that you and your mother invested in you!! Although you are not stupid and you have some thinking, you are taking an evil path, do you know?"
"Aren't you evil?? When you were selling socks, you told your Soviet comrades that the socks were knitted by the descendants of the Weaver Girl???" Sir Wei curled his lips, wiped the blood on his fingers randomly, and said contemptuously
One sentence.
"Who the hell told you this!!! I sell socks because I consider the Soviet people's feet! What does it have to do with Weaver Girl!!" Wang Baishi was furious.
"...Speak carefully, and you'll start convulsing again after a while!" Sir Wei said, rubbing Wang Baishi's chest.
"I'll give you some money tomorrow. Just stay away from me and join Meng Fei in society. Why don't you two wear a pair of trousers?!" Wang Baishi rolled his eyes and ran towards the luxurious tray cover curiously.
go.
"How many times have I told you, don't talk to Xiaofei every day, how come you are in society?? People in the world are really kind-hearted. You are a vulgar businessman, you know what feelings are!" Wei
The prince said unhappily.
"When I was a fucking member of the society, you were not there yet. Have you ever heard of the King of Capital Cannon? I think back then, we were little bastards and our relationship was serious and good!" Wang Baishi pulled the calf and opened the lid of the luxurious tray.
After being stunned for a long time, he asked confusedly: "This... what kind of thing is this?? A swamp, a tree root??"
"...Why are you still looking at me? This...is black rice porridge!!" Sir Wei said with a slightly red face.
"Go, ask their manager to come over, I want to complain to the chef!!" Wang Baishi looked at the nice gold-plated bowl, which contained a dark, sticky liquid, and looked at two yellowing trees floating on it.
Coriander leaves, and a few long objects similar to dried cakes were placed on the plate next to them, and he said in a rather lively manner.
"...Try it first, maybe you will receive something unexpectedly!" Sir Wei advised.
"Have you eaten?"
"Well...eat...a handful!"
Wang Baishi glanced at Sir Wei suspiciously, took a spoonful, put it in his mouth, and held it for at least a minute. Then he put down the spoon, elegantly picked up the toilet paper, and wiped his mouth.
"What...what does it smell like?" Lord Wei asked curiously.
"...Why is it a bit slutty??"
"...The doctor said your stool was dry, so I put some water in it to give you some ideas!"
"...Can you get out?"
"Oh, rest then, I'm leaving!" Lord Wei nodded, turned around and made a gesture to leave. Wang Baishi looked at Lord Wei's blood-stained fingers, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he remained silent.
After a while, he said slowly: "The contract is signed, and I have to go to their head office in the United States with Pete... Although I have reservations about what you did, but the matter is over, I want to take it down
With your plan, you will no longer be able to work in the company. The company will be handed over to you sooner or later. I just hope that you will think twice before doing anything. The golden age of starting a legendary business selling socks has passed. Your generation
The mission is to keep the business first and then move forward. Now it is about to fail. There is no success and there is no talk of a comeback. On the board of directors, watch more, listen more and talk less!"
"I understand!!" Sir Wei came back to his senses and nodded seriously.
"Did the secretary call you?"
"I'm going to see him now!"
"...Don't bother him now, we'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm a little annoyed with him!" Wang Baishi frowned and waved his hand.
“Isn’t this bad??”
"You sell two pairs of socks, and you can pay for it later. If he doesn't wear socks, his feet will freeze. Your main task now is to put all the unused socks on his feet, and let him put them in his mouth.
After flying for a while, before entering the industrial park, why don't you think about the whole piece of good land? How expensive is the land now!!" Wang Baishi said lightly.
"...That's it, I understand!"
"get out!"
"Daddy, good night!"
"......Good night!"
As Duke Wei walked out of the suite, Wang Baishi rubbed his temples tiredly, turned over, picked up his chopsticks and stirred the porridge twice, raised his neck and drank two sips, nodded, and said with emotion: "
This son is old enough to know how to repay...just be content with what you have...!"
...
Sir Wei arrived outside the door, took out his phone, and said to Jin Xiangming as he walked: "Oh, I'm really sorry, Secretary Jin, the company just negotiated the contract, there are too many complicated things, um, not today, eh? Tomorrow
Ah?...Not necessarily. Let’s do this. I’ll ask the company secretary to communicate with you about the schedule. I’m really sorry. Well, let’s do this for now!”
On the other side, Jin Xiangming, who had just arrived at the cadre guest house of the office, glanced at his mobile phone, smiled helplessly, shook his head, lay on the bed, dialed the secretary's mobile phone, and then said: "That Zhang Xu, are you awake?
?”
"...No! Let's "rescue" as soon as possible!"
"On behalf of the government, I want to express my condolences. Also, inform Lao Sun of the city bureau to impose restrictions on the investigation of the Pingzhun Street case! That's it!!" Jin Xiangming rubbed his face and said slowly.
"...What about the court?" the secretary asked abruptly after thinking for a long time.
"...Since we have already intervened in the trial, we have to complete the process no matter what! As long as there is a result!"
"Okay, secretary, I understand!"
...When the TV economic channel was on, Lao Huang glanced at it and was suddenly stunned.
"On behalf of the company, I announce the first decision to invest one billion in advance and three billion in reserve funds for the later period! Swallow the brothers of Shenyang Hengyuan...!" Sir Wei's voice suddenly sounded.