He didn't expect that when he came to Dream Group again, he would be in such an attitude.
The contract he was holding tightly in his hand was crumpled into a ball.
Soon, the carriage arrived at the entrance of Banshan College.
The coachman went down to communicate with several tough-tempered guards guarding the door.
I saw a guard turn around and leave. Not long after, he came back and said, "Sir Sikong, I'm really sorry. Our young master went out hunting today."
"Going out hunting in such weather? What a liar!" the coachman said dissatisfied.
Changsun Wuji punched the handlebar of the car hard.
If others don't know, he doesn't know, this is Du He hiding from him.
"This is really unreasonable!" Changsun Wuji scolded.
He is the Sikong of a country, and he is also the head of the Changsun family.
Even if Du He is now the Marquis of Huyi County and is rich in the Dream Group, he cannot be compared with him anyway.
Changsun Wuji wanted to leave on the spot, but when he thought of the contract in his hand... Two hundred thousand briquettes per day, which was only 00 thousand yuan. For the Changsun family, it was a drop in the bucket, but it couldn't last for a long time. Two hundred thousand briquettes per day
Wen, that’s 6 million Wen every month, and 70,000,000 Wen in 20 years. This is not a small amount of money.
The key is that with so many coal briquettes, Changsun's family must not be completely submerged.
Changsun Wuji held back.
He said to the guard: "Go and report again and tell me that I am waiting here. When will you see Du He and when will you leave..."
With that said, Changsun Wuji quickly retreated into the carriage.
cold!
it's too cold!
…
Dean's courtyard.
Li Yuanshu glanced at Du He and asked: "Do you really want your eldest grandson Sikong to wait outside for two hours? It's extremely cold today. With Lord Sikong's body, I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand it..."
Du He said with a smile: "Originally, I didn't intend to benefit from the eldest son's family in this matter. Who knew that the eldest son's family was smart enough to take the lead in selling briquettes. Selling briquettes was not enough, and they wanted to make money from me, Du He. They really thought I was an idiot.
Huh? Now that I have found out that I have suffered a loss, Lord Changsun has even given up his old face and comes to see me in person. That is a liquidated damages of 30,000 yuan. How can I just erase it with just a word and let Lord Sikong experience the cold outside?
good!"
Li Yuanshu pursed her lips and smiled.
Duhe, that’s so bad!
In this world, whoever messes with this guy will get nothing good!
In the blink of an eye, two hours passed.
In a shabby little room.
Beep Beep Beep.
The firewood burned very vigorously.
A group of men dressed in coarse cloth gathered together. There was a rack over the fire. On the rack was half a goat, roasted to a golden brown with oil droplets, which made people appetizing.
In the middle of the crowd, squeezed were two gorgeously dressed guys.
These two people were none other than Changsun Wuji and his driver.
The two of them were waiting in the carriage outside at first. Unexpectedly, it became very cold within a short time. They happened to see a house nearby where someone was lighting a fire. Changsun Wuji, who was always fastidious, stopped being fastidious and took the coachman to touch it.
Come in and huddle together with these smelly men to warm themselves by the fire.
The aroma of the roasted half of the lamb in front of him was fragrant, but Changsun Wuji wouldn't eat it at all.
The hair on the sheep's butt wasn't even plucked, which made him feel nauseous.
Just as the sheep was about to be roasted, I suddenly heard the sound of messy footsteps outside.
The men who were chatting and laughing before suddenly changed their expressions.
Before Changsun Wuji could react, he saw all the men getting up and stamping out the fire.
boom.
The dilapidated wooden door was knocked open, and Old Fu and a dozen farm men appeared at the door menacingly, armed with hoes, poles and shovels.
Someone asked: "Director Fu, what are you doing?"
Everyone dared not express their anger.
Even though Lao Fu is an old man, he is Du He's close confidant and the director of Magic Farm, so no one dares to offend him.
The old man said angrily: "It's snowing heavily today. There are three fewer sheep on the farm. I brought people to find the sheep. You little bastards? I can already smell the smell of mutton. Tell me, have you stolen the sheep on the farm?"
of?"
"ah?"
The scene was in chaos, and the men were in a mess.
In the chaos, Changsun Wuji was squeezed to pieces, and he felt like he had been stepped on several times, and something was stuffed into his mouth... Well, there was some incense.
Suddenly, someone shouted: "Director, it's not us, it's him, or he stole it and is still roasting the sheep here."
Swish.
The men who were blocking in front of Changsun Wuji just now suddenly moved out of the way, letting Changsun Wuji and his coachman out.
Lao Fu and others looked at it with wide eyes.
Good guys, I saw these two gorgeously dressed outsiders, each carrying a leg of lamb in their hands, and there was still half of the uneaten mutton in their mouths.
Changsun Wuji looked confused.
How had he ever seen this before?
He suddenly thought that the mutton was not cleaned, so he immediately turned around and spit out the mutton, then turned around and was about to get angry.
Unexpectedly, the old man suddenly yelled: "Okay, you stole a sheep and stole it to my farm. It's really unreasonable. Beat me..."
A group of farmers rushed up to him and started taking action without any hesitation.
…
"Young Master, Lord Sikong, the eldest grandson, has left. The carriage and horses are still at the gate of Banshan Academy, but the person has disappeared. He must have left." A servant said to Du He.
Du He curled his lips: "Damn, the old guy really has no patience at all. It's only been more than an hour and he can't stand it anymore. Forget it. In this case, the young master doesn't intend to return the contract to him. As a human being
Don't be too casual, the spirit of the contract..."
Duhe didn't care.
Anyway, there is a contract, and the eldest grandson's family will suffer.
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a sudden commotion outside.
Du He was curious and went out to take a look.
I saw the old man leading a bunch of crop handlers and escorting two gray-faced people this way.
The old man stepped forward and said: "Young Master, we caught two sheep thieves, they are from outside... This old guy actually said that he is Sikong Changsun Wuji, it is really funny. I have been in Lai Guogong for many years, and even more
I have been following you for many years, young master, and I have known my eldest grandson Sikong even if he was burned to ashes. This man has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He is not a good person at first glance. He dares to steal a sheep. It is really unreasonable, young master... let's report him to the official."
Du He was amused and said: "Your young master, I am an official. If you are an official, please go away and let me see what kind of thief dares to come to my territory to steal sheep."
Du He pushed away the crowd and stepped forward.
When I took a closer look, I was stunned.
The one who was tied up with big ropes and beaten into disgrace was none other than Changsun Wuji.
Du He exclaimed: "The eldest grandson..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Changsun Wuji hurriedly glanced at him.
Du He understood immediately.
…
(Thanks to [1. The Mark of Little Happiness] brothers for the reward, and thanks to the brothers for their support!) (To be continued)