The top academic boss dresses as the villain Green Tea

"Hey, okay, okay, leave the truck for me. I'll pick it up tomorrow."

When you enter the door, you will see Father Shen's smiling face.

The procedures for buying a car have been finalized, and the logistics company is getting on track step by step. Shen Jianbing's energy and energy have improved a lot these days.

After listening to most of Shen's father's conversation, Xie Jinchen almost understood the reason for the call: "Is Uncle Shen planning to open a logistics company?"

"Yeah, yes, our Xingge gave us the suggestion!"

"I have a friend in the food city who needs a logistics company to be responsible for the incoming and outgoing goods of the warehouse. I wonder if Uncle Shen would be willing to help with this."

Xie Jinchen's words were straightforward, and Shen Jianbing turned around immediately. However, he also knew that Xie Jinchen was not old, so he doubted:

"That friend of yours can make the decision?"

"He is the manager of the warehouse. He is responsible for this area. I will give you his phone number." He took out a pen and paper from his backpack. Just a string of numbers written on them was particularly elegant and elegant.

"His last name is Yu, and this is his phone number."

After saying the last name, Shen Xingge knew who Xie Jinchen was talking about, and who else could it be besides Yu Xingchao.

Shen Xingge clicked his tongue, Xiaoyu's friend is like a brick, he needs to move it wherever he goes!

Father Shen took the phone number.

He couldn't help but look at the boy in front of him a few more times. There was no reason for this young man to talk nonsense in front of him.

So he came here before the company even started business?

"Okay, okay, uncle, I'll give this Mr. Yu a call when I get a chance."

Xie Jinchen responded appropriately: "My friend is also very young. Uncle, just call him Xiao Yu."

"That's alright, uncle got this opportunity because of you. Come on, sit down and have something to eat to cushion your stomach."

Song Meng pursed his lips, it was over, now Shen's father would also be bribed.

"elder sister."

Shen Xingge turned around: "Huh?"

Song Meng clenched his fists aggressively: "Sister's happiness will be protected by Mengmeng!"

What happened to Xiaotuanzi?I heard every word clearly, but why didn't she understand?

Shen Xingge felt that there was a gap in her thinking. Could it be that there was a generation gap between her and Xiaotuanzi?

Seeing Shen Xingge's confused expression, Song Meng felt a big weight in his heart.

What a fool, the boss looks like an emotional noob at first glance, how can he be the opponent of a scumbag like Brother Haoran.

The burden on her is so heavy!

"Okay, okay, let's talk about the logistics later. Xiaohui is on the way. You guys should wash your hands quickly."

Xie Jinchen and Zhuang Haoran stood at the door of the bathroom. The girl in the bathroom looked at Pan Shenghui and rubbed her hands on the dazzling little dumpling next to her: "Quickly wipe it."

Zhuang Haoran was led by his brother: "Brother, I also want you to help me wash my hands."

Xie Jinchen walked over and carried the person on the small bench out directly.

Song Meng felt like he was being strangled by fate, "What are you doing?"

Xie Jinchen's voice was very low and concise: "Singer planning case."

Song Meng was suffocated, fuck!She had actually forgotten that this scumbag capitalist was the major shareholder of Xingcan Entertainment, which she ran!

Are there any investors who could take a fancy to her talent?She wants to change shareholders!Waiting online!Hurry!

After clearing out the irritating people, Xie Jinchen took a towel and said, "Give me your hand."

Shen Xingge raised his hand, wrapped the towel around it, gently wrapped his palm, and sucked away the moisture.

"Zhuang Haoran, come here."

Shen Xingge gave up her seat and walked out of the bathroom. She felt... as if something was wrong, but there seemed to be nothing wrong?

At the dining table, Song Qing kept talking:

"Xingge, we still have pork rib soup, drink it slowly."

"Imami, please eat more. How can a boy only eat this little?"

Xie Jinchen stared at the dishes in the bowl. Although he did not feel nauseated that made him unable to swallow it at all, after taking a few more mouthfuls, his swallowing movements would still slow down unconsciously.

Another spoonful of pork rib soup was handed to him.

Then a porcelain bowl with a pink piglet printed on it appeared in front of him.

Shen Xingge said with a smile, "Mom, Xie Jinchen gets carsick and can't eat so much, so don't waste it."