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Amy's work is not reliable, and she listened to the boss's advice, so she didn't book a private room, but booked a place similar to a private room.This place is astonishingly elegant and outrageously expensive, and it looks strange inside and outside the hall. The private rooms used for business banquets are already full, but there are no people in the lobby.Zhan Yifei didn't want to change places again, seeing that Wen Yu had arrived early, he asked the waiter to put down the red bead curtain that was originally tied, and gave himself a private space.

The restaurant has a Jiangnan flavor. On the walls are uneven green boards mixed with microcrystalline stone background paintings. The lights flow on the dumb pillars, which is a lifelike landscape painting.

Said it was a family reunion, but actually Wen Yu only invited Zhan Bo, plus the little girl in her arms who wanted to run wild, there were only four people at a table.

Self-made people are the most calculating and know how to break a penny into two flowers.Zhan Bo has treated his wife and children without stinginess over the years, but he has been too frugal with himself.At first glance, you can tell that the consumption in this place is not low, and there is a sense of blame in the words: "It's not a business banquet. My family is eating. What are you doing here?"

"I mean." Wen Yu saw Zhan Yifei's displeasure, and hurriedly interrupted with a smile, "This is the first time I've eaten out with Dad and Afei after returning to China, so I have to be generous."

The little girl in her arms couldn't sit still and kept running outside, and Wen Yu just had a reason to leave this alone time to the father and son.

Zhan Yifei had been busy for a whole day, and he didn't sit down to eat properly. Sitting in front of this man, facing a table of seafood and mountain delicacies, he couldn't swallow anything.

"Eat more." Zhan Bo glanced at his son, and then said, "I lost weight."

Zhan Yifei didn't move his chopsticks, but raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him.I have to admit that Zhan Bo has aged very much in the past two years.Back then, the head of the Banyan Star Group was on TV and in magazines, and people said he was a Confucian businessman, and he was also an imposing figure, but now this old man's eyes are drooping, his face is gray and sunken, and although his hair is combed meticulously, his hair is mottled. I can't hide my oldness.In his father, Zhan Yifei no longer saw the high spirits that a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference and a large provincial taxpayer should have.

He really isn't anymore.

Earlier, they didn't look like a father and son at all, they didn't look like each other, and they weren't even in each other's eyes.He is the son who deserves to be plagued, and he is the father who kills Qiandao.However, Wen Yu felt that this was a necessary beginning for father and son to reconcile - after all, if they were not close relatives of flesh and blood, how could they have such an identical temper.

After starting his own business, especially during the difficult few months, Zhan Yifei's view of his father changed somewhat.There are people outside the people, and there are officials above the officials. Rong Xing's development is not entirely dependent on Ma Huili's father, Governor Ma.Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat dried shrimps. There is no shortage of traps in the market. They are like graceful and affectionate women, waving your hands to invite you to approach, and if you don't pay attention, they will tear you open.It took decades of hard work to get everything today. One can imagine the hardships behind this man.

Zhan Bo moved his chopsticks by himself, ate at a leisurely pace, and asked without raising his eyes, "Are you short of money?"

Zhan Yifei remained expressionless, and replied, "It's okay."

"I didn't expect it. I really have a lot of backbone. I won't go home if I say I won't go home." The son's ability to survive until now, and the more he survived, the more he survived, which was beyond Zhan Bo's expectations. He raised his face, He asked solemnly, "Let me ask you a question first. There are so many workers in the Suzhou factory who need to eat, and the monthly expenses are several million. What do you use to pay their wages?"

"After a few provocateurs are settled, let them be responsible for their own profits and losses."

Zhan Bo's old face wrinkled, showing a distrustful expression, "Do you have business?"

"It is not difficult to do OEM for smaller brands. After all, Miya is positioned as a first-line brand, and those cross-border cooperation with the art circle have also attracted a lot of attention. Therefore, those small brands are flocking to them. After all, they will also have business opportunities in the future." The capital of the asking price, they are produced on the same production line as Miya.”

"Your second uncle told me that you are capable, and Wen Yu always said that you did a good job, so let me ask you again, how much is Miya's current monthly shipments? How much is it in sales?"

"Not counting the sales of the three days of the Beauty Expo, the monthly shipment volume is upwards of 500 pieces, and the sales volume is about [-] million." Seeing the unbelievable expression on his father's face, Zhan Yifei added, "This is just CS Channel data and e-commerce data have not yet been calculated.”

"Didn't you swear at the beginning that you wanted to build your own fashion empire? Miya doesn't enter fashion department stores now, but only sells in online channels and franchised stores in second- and third-tier cities. What fashion and brands are you talking about?" The habit of fighting.Seeing that the other party was frowning and not speaking, Zhan Bo sighed softly and said, "I greeted your Uncle Yan a few days ago, but he didn't even know that Yan Qin was stuck in preventing Mi Ya from entering Zhengye Square. Now he Got it, so don't worry, it's no problem to settle in Zhengye Plaza..."

"It's not that he's stuck preventing me from entering, it's that I don't want to enter at all..."

"What can you children do?" Zhan Bo didn't care, and interrupted his son, "Yan Qin is not a child who doesn't understand reason, you beat him like this back then, and he didn't care about anything with you, you When he was in the detention center, he was also the one who went the most diligently. When Mi Ya enters Zhengye Plaza, he will be sure to talk about other fashion department stores."

"I know, but... I don't want to owe him a favor."

He hesitated in speaking, not focusing on the point, Zhan Yifei couldn't tell his father that he and Yan Qin didn't get along because that psycho always wanted to stuff his dick into his asshole.However, at this moment of hesitation, Zhan Bo made a decision on this matter with a word, and he said, "Okay, it's not a debt to him, I'll just give you the entry fee for entering Zhengye Plaza."

Zhan Yifei was surprised: "What?"

"The commercials you collaborated with the art masters are still at the bottom of the box, don't you have no money to put them in?"

"It's not that... there is no money to put in..." It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, that's not enough "coincidence".Although the current situation of being stretched is somewhat embarrassing, Zhan Yifei still has the confidence to push back Zhan Bo's doubts, "Video clips of popular film and television dramas are much cheaper than satellite TV advertisements, and the effect is not necessarily bad. Uh... that is the influence of that third-tier star in your eyes, Mi Ya is frequently seen in major authoritative media, and the exposure rate is no less than that of advertisements..."

"Why are you fighting against me?" Zhan Bo himself is a businessman, and he knows too much about the business world, so any bluff can't scare him, "He is now preparing to develop and put into production a new series... research and development, production, operation, promotion... which one? Don’t spend money? The Chinese people’s perception of fashion brands must come from money. Why are you also my son of Zhanbo? It’s too shabby to make people laugh.”

Even if I don't believe my ears anymore, my father's earnestness embedded in the eye wrinkles cannot be ignored: with Banyan Xing as the backing, Mi Ya's financial crisis will be resolved.

"Rong Xing's side...is there no problem?" No matter how much she doesn't care about the other party's business, she has not forgotten that Rong Xing's current transformation is not going well, and the recent situation does not seem to be optimistic.

This time, the usual disdainful expression appeared on his face again, and Zhan Boen gave his son a very tough attitude, "A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse, it's fine to support ten Miyas, so don't worry about it heart."

I don't have time to worry about you.Zhan Yifei thought to himself, then nodded readily, "I borrowed it from you."

These words are not unreasonable, because of lack of money, he is constrained in everything he does. The kind of grievance is the same as when he lived in his uncle's house and squeezed into the cubicle with a few pet cats.

"Bastard!" Zhan Bo scolded his son, and then his face softened again, "What do you borrow from me? I gave you all your flesh and blood. What do you give back?"

Zhan Yifei kept his face sullen and didn't speak, really thinking about whether he should follow Nezha's example of Nezha cutting bones and repaying his father, when suddenly he heard a very familiar voice from outside——

"what is this?"

"My uncle bought this for me. If you like it, I'll give it to you—"

Zhan Yifei rolled his eyes outwards following the voice of his words, his fair face turned even paler, almost bloodless——

He saw Xue Tong and his son Zhan Zhe talking with Wen Yu.Perhaps it was the nature of the blood relationship, the little sister and her brother who was a few years older than her head-to-head got together and sweetly begged him for toys.

Wen Yu made a friend in the company in the past two days, the two women had a very happy chat, and they hit it off right away, and that person was Xue Tong.

Wen Yu didn't know Xue Tong before returning to China, but Xue Tong had known her for a long time.Zhan Yiwen couldn't be tough on his wife, nor could he harden his heart. He procrastinated and refused to divorce, which made her suffer from Xue Tong's curse.

"Why haven't you been in the company these two days?"

"My son is not feeling well, so I asked for leave to accompany him."

"Where's your husband? Didn't your husband come with you?"

"He's a dead ghost, let's not mention it." With a fake smile on his lips, Xue Tong realized that Zhan Yifei was looking at him not far away, and immediately cast him a demonstrative look.

Zhan Yifei suddenly got up with a cold face, and walked towards the two women who were talking with big strides.

Wen Yu greeted her with smiling eyes, "Afei, you said it was a coincidence that you ran into Xue Tong here..."

Zhan Zhe raised his head and saw his uncle, and immediately shouted happily: "Uncle——"

"This kid is polite, not bad." Zhan Yifei responded coldly, turned his face and nodded at Wen Yu, "Dad is looking for you, you go first."

Wen Yu took her daughter two steps away, and soon heard the voices of two people arguing behind her.

"I received your message. Is there something wrong with the company?" Realizing that Wen Yu hadn't gone far, Zhan Yifei asked pretendingly, grabbed Xue Tong by the arm, and led her to a corner.His attitude was almost rude, and the woman cried out in pain.

"Why did you come here?" Zhan Yifei asked her in a low voice with his eyes burning.

"I asked Amy, and I know you guys are having family dinner here today." Xue Tong sneered, and glanced at Zhan Bo's position from time to time, "I'm also a member of the Zhan family, why can't I come?"

"I told me to deal with this matter, what are you making a fuss about?!" The other party's attitude made it clear that they were going to stir up trouble, Zhan Yifei was even more annoyed, and his voice could not be suppressed.

"I didn't make a fuss, so what can I do? I brought my son to see his grandpa. Could it be a mistake?" Xue Tong still had a contemptuous expression, winking with a pair of unhurried eyes, "Besides, I still I didn't say anything, I haven't told that woman yet, her husband thinks she's dull like boiled water, and every time she excuses to work overtime, she stays with me, and even the company that she sold all her family property to finance is also using me. English name—”

"you--"

"What's the matter with me?" Xue Tong was aggressive, and suddenly turned up the volume, "Xiao Zhe is the son of the Zhan family! You are an uncle, trying to prevent him from entering the door of the Zhan family, how can you be at ease? ?!"

Zhan Zhe half-raised his head, looked at the wide-eyed mother and the cold-faced uncle, and at the three looming figures behind a red bead curtain, as if he understood something.

"You go back today, we'll discuss this matter another day." Fearing that things would escalate, Zhan Yifei had no choice but to calm down his emotions and try to appease the other party, "You trust me." He promised with a serious expression , "I'll let Xiaozhe into the house—but not today."

"Okay, what you said, I'll believe you again and give you some time." Xue Tong smiled, and unexpectedly brought her cheeks closer, and kissed the lips of the man in front of him.

Brushing the long curly hair that was on the side, the contented woman picked up her son, and the high heels came and went.

After finally dismissing the plague god, Zhan Yifei wiped his lipstick-stained lips and returned to the dining table.

"What's going on? Who is that woman?" Zhan Bo heard some commotions outside, but he couldn't hear clearly. He suspected that this kid had incurred a love affair again, and was sought out by some low-class woman.

"It's okay." Shaking his head, "The female colleagues in the company are crazy."

At this moment, Zhan Yifei frowned and looked at Wen Yu, ignoring his father's contemptuous eyes - Wen Yu seemed not to be affected by the noise just now, and was teasing the daughter in her arms, picking out crab paste for her to eat.

The little girl was holding a crab shell that was bigger than her face, her lips were glossy, and her saliva dripped down to her onion-like fingers.

Things were just as bad as hell.

Zhan Bo had his own driver, and Zhan Yifei asked Lao Xia to take Wen Yu back to the hotel, and took a taxi back to Fang Funong's home.For the past few days, he has been living with him, playing with his mobile phone on his bed, doing design on his bed, and when he gets excited, he still masturbates on his bed.

He fell in love with Fang Funong's bed.Of course, if he was there, I would love it even more.

Zhan Yifei put a piece of Qiongguo candy into his mouth, and lay on the bed thinking.The sweetness made his long-suspended heart flutter down. Too many things happened today, and he didn't have time to go over them carefully.

At [-]:[-], punctual, the public relations Mr. WeChat came to report the progress of new products every day.

Work debriefing is usually a two-way street.The marketing department is making plans for new product promotion in an orderly manner, and the public relations department has reached a consensus with Qiu Cenge that he will come to Shanghai in a few days and promises to complete the filming of the commercial blockbuster before the operation.

Zhan Yifei said that he was worried about the other party's physical condition, and that it would not be too late to cooperate after the operation was completed.

But Fang Funong's words were utter rascals. He said, of course they should cooperate before the operation, and his works will appreciate in value after the artist's death.

"You are really a cold-blooded animal."

Fang Funong's laughter came over, and after a while, a photo came from the other end.

People say that the Oriental Pearl Tower is ugly, and the Jinmao Tower is ugly, but the building in this photo is really ugly. It looks like a penis reaching into the sky.The huge penis is decorated with neon lights, which is extremely eye-catching in the night and is extremely explicit.Fang Fu Nong took pictures of the scenery along the way, and added a line of words below: I want to come in.

The sugar in his mouth became sweeter and sweeter, Zhan Yifei was caught by the deadly sweetness, and immediately replied: comeon, I can't wait.

In fact, they were separated for only seven or eight days. The two men could obviously talk about their lovesickness on the phone, and even have a phone sex if they love each other, but now they just like to say you and me.

After a while, another new photo came.

There is still a line of words left: Don'tcry.

It must have been secretly photographed by Fang Funong inadvertently.The person on the phone is Zhan Yifei himself, probably when he was sleeping on Jiuhua Mountain, his eyes were closed, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes—he often dreamed when he was sleeping, and when he dreamed, he often remembered Damn, when I think of fucking, I cry unconsciously.Once upon a time, a feeling of hatred grasped him like a climb, spreading wildly, strangling him out of breath.

Zhan Yifei recalled all the things that happened that day, and Li Hui's words still made him a little concerned. The fire at Xue Tong's place would not be extinguished for a while, but it seems that Zhan Bo can be viewed in a different way.

Be considerate of each other and forgive yourself.

Zhan Yifei wanted to reply to Fang Funong, but suddenly received an unfamiliar message.

I opened it casually, and after just one glance, I couldn't help but feel angry.

The picture was extremely unsightly. He had seen photos of this scale before, and he immediately understood who was playing tricks on him.At the beginning, only the lower body can be seen, but soon the protagonist's true face in Lushan can be seen clearly.

President Mi Ya almost jumped out of bed.This time it was changed, not Tang E, but Xu Jianou.