Siheyuan: With the system in hand, the world is mine

At this moment, Mr. Lin came out in a good mood, looked at Wang Haoran and introduced him to the commanders including Mr. Liu, “Old Liu, this naughty boy is my grandson Wang Haoran. Haven’t you always wanted supplies? Haha, he has them! If you have any questions, you can talk to him directly!”

After saying that, Mr. Lin turned to look at Wang Haoran and said with a smile: "Haoran, come and meet me. This is Commander Liu from the Eastern Theater Command, and this is..." Mr. Lin introduced each commander present to Wang Haoran one by one.

Wang Haoran listened carefully to his grandfather's introduction, with respect in his eyes. When his grandfather finished introducing the last commander, he politely greeted each commander, showing good upbringing and humble attitude.

Liu Lao and the others looked at the young Wang Haoran in front of them, and they couldn't help but feel a little surprised. They originally thought that the person who controlled a large amount of materials should be an experienced person in his thirties or forties, but they didn't expect him to be such a young guy. However, this surprise was only a momentary thing, and they quickly regained their composure. After all, in this world, talent and ability are not determined by age.

Elder Liu took the lead and walked towards Wang Haoran. He said with a kind smile, "I didn't expect that the person who alarmed the top leaders of Sijiu City was actually so young. Yes, he is indeed a talented person. He will definitely achieve great things in the future."

Wang Haoran smiled and said modestly, "Commander Liu, you are so polite. I am really flattered! In fact, even I did not expect things to develop to this extent."

However, just as Old Liu was talking to Wang Haoran, the other old commanders gathered around them, with approval in their eyes and words of praise pouring out of their mouths, causing Wang Haoran, who originally had a thick skin like a city wall, to feel a little embarrassed and awkward.

Although he had deep respect for these elderly people, he couldn't help but mutter to himself at this moment: "I greeted them when I came in just now, but they didn't seem so enthusiastic! If I didn't have what they needed in my hands, I'm afraid they wouldn't even bother to pay attention to me."

Seeing Wang Haoran surrounded, he was somewhat overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the old men, especially their eyes and tone, as if Wang Haoran was a rare treasure. And Mr. Lin was watching all this with a smile, his eyes full of pride and satisfaction.

"Old Liu, stop praising him. This little boy doesn't stand being praised. He was very naughty when he was little. Once, his parents gave him to me to take care of. He ran around everywhere the next moment. I finally found him and gave him a good beating. But he actually peed in my teapot, which made me furious." Old Master Lin said with a smile, as if he was telling a funny memory.

When Wang Haoran heard this, his face suddenly became awkward. He widened his eyes and kept shouting in his heart that it was unfair for him to be blamed! But he couldn't refute it, so he could only smile helplessly.

At this time, Liu and his friends looked at Mr. Lin, who was complaining about Wang Haoran, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all. They couldn't help but look at each other, feeling speechless about Mr. Lin's behavior.

If he hadn't asked for something, Liu would have shouted, "Do you want to look in a mirror? Are you saying he's naughty? Are you afraid that we don't know you have a good grandson?"

In this way, several people silently endured the torture of Mr. Lin. After a while, Mr. Liu couldn't stand it anymore and said with a smile: "Old Liu, shall we talk about business?"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Lin said, "Old Liu, what are you talking about? You said this kid is smart, no, he is not smart at all!"

“········” Mr. Liu.

“········” Mr. Zhao.

"········" Mr. Zhou

“········” Mr. Huang.

Seeing that Mr. Lin didn't answer the question, several people curled their lips, but they couldn't get angry and could only endure it silently. And Mr. Liu wanted to cry but had no tears. He shouted in his heart: "Isn't that what I asked? Don't I usually like to brag about how outstanding my grandson is in front of you? Do you have to do that?"

However, Mr. Lin seemed to be able to hear what Mr. Liu was thinking. He glanced at Mr. Liu's wonderful expression, then looked at him and pretended to be confused and asked, "Old Liu, where is your grandson? Didn't you say some time ago that he was doing well in the army? It seems that he is about to be promoted to battalion commander, right?"

When Old Liu saw that Old Master Lin was holding on to him, he secretly complained. He knew that if he continued to argue with Old Master Lin, it would only make him more embarrassed. In desperation, he had to give in and said with a smile: "Old Lin, that kid is not as good as Wang Xiaozi! I plan to let that kid learn more from Wang Xiaozi in the future!"

Seeing that Mr. Liu was so tactful, Mr. Lin stopped making things difficult for him and nodded with satisfaction. Then, he turned his gaze to the other commanders. When the other commanders saw Mr. Lin looking at them, they couldn't help but tremble, fearing that they would become the next target of ridicule.

So they all praised Wang Haoran to the sky, as if Wang Haoran was an omnipotent hero.

Seeing that the effect was achieved, Mr. Lin felt extremely relieved. He thought to himself, "I told you to praise your grandson every time you meet. I endured it silently every time. Now let's see if you dare to praise your grandson in front of me in the future."

Then Mr. Lin stopped pestering him and looked at Wang Haoran, whose mouth was twitching, and said, "Haoran, talk to the commanders! How much supplies can you bring out?"

Old Liu, who had lost all hope in life, straightened his posture when he saw that the serious business had come. He looked at Wang Haoran with shining eyes, as if he was looking at a mountain of gold. At the same time, several other old men also stared at Wang Haoran intently.

Wang Haoran felt uncomfortable when he saw several old men staring at him, but he still said, "Commanders, can you tell me your numbers?"

Hearing this, several old men looked at each other, and after exchanging glances for a moment, no one spoke first;

Finally unable to hold back his temper, Mr. Liu spoke first and said, "I don't want much, just two thousand tons a month!"

Wang Haoran, Mr. Lin, and Mr. Xiao's mouths twitched when they heard this. Mr. Xiao cursed inwardly, "This is not enough. It's more than what I want. You have a really fucking evil heart!"

However, Mr. Xiao only said this in his heart. Anyway, he had already obtained his supplies, so he let Old Lin do this offensive thing himself. So Mr. Xiao drank tea leisurely and admired the people who bargained like businessmen.