His Wife Calls The Shots

It was breakfast time, and there was one person missing on the dinner table.

The servant came to report: "Master, sir, madam, the lady said she has no appetite and doesn't want to eat."

"Oh, how can this work? I have been sitting in the room since I came back last night, and I will call her." Mother Yu got up.

The old man has no appetite.

Father Yu said: "This kid is really bad. It's not good to like someone. He has to like someone who has an object. Isn't that making himself suffer?"

"Does this mean the daughter's fault?" The old man glanced over with a cold eye.

Father Yu only said, "We all spoil her too much, especially, Dad."

"My own granddaughter, who do I not favor?" He said, reaching out and knocking Father Yu on the head, as the child taught him a lesson.

"This thinking is not good, towards outsiders!"

"Is this towards outsiders? I am towards the truth, I have understood it thoroughly, and I have missed it all. There is no way this can be done."

The old man's eyes were heavy: "I don't care about the others. I just have a full mood. She is in a bad mood now, because she didn't get what she wanted. This seal does not know what is good or bad, which is really hateful."

Father Yu laughed: "Dad, your words are childish, how can you count affection like that?"

"In short, his grandfather also intends to marry, this marriage could not be better, as for that Tang Qianfan, let her take the initiative to withdraw."

"Then... how to retire? Dad, let me tell you, Feng Xian chased her. You said, I finally got it, can Feng Xian let go easily?"

The old man was serious to the extreme, but he smiled: "Ah, after a few decades of life, it’s a waste of life. A man can’t get it, but he won’t cherish it. In this way, go to an appointment to meet Fengxian and talk to him. Talk."

"I'm not going, this kind of thing is embarrassing." Father Yu lowered his head to eat breakfast and ignored it.

The old man was about to scold him, but was interrupted by a telephone ringing.

Father Yu picked it up to answer, and after a while, put down the phone, his expression was a bit unpleasant.

"What's the matter?" The old man asked in a deep voice.

"It's no big deal, it's Hua Zijin. The contract won't be renewed."

"Hua Zijin?" The old man frowned, confused.

Father Yu explained: "I am the current chief designer of Blue Blood. The contract expires this month, so I can't renew it."

"No renewal? What is the reason? Is there a better place to go than our company? Ask him out for a good chat."

The old man speaks consistently fiercely, like calling a soldier on the battlefield.

After the Yu family was the general manager, most of the family businesses were supported by the state to become bigger and more substantial. At the beginning, the old man was not good at doing business, and his wife had always been the main force, and his career focused on the military. Later, the old lady left, and the burden of developing the family business fell on the children.

In this regard, Father Yu knows a lot better than the old man.

When I heard this, I couldn’t help but smile: “Dad, you can’t say that. With his current position in the industry, maybe many world-famous companies have already extended an olive branch to him. We want to keep people, attitude. It can't be that horizontal."

The old man snorted coldly: "I'm just a small designer. My Yu family has a big business and blue blood is just a small part. Is it because of this that I have to bow to him?"