Succubus just want to cook

Wang Ermazi failed to convince Han Bo, and he finally took a deep look at Han Bo with the eyes of "don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes", sighed, opened the door and left.

It's a pity that Han Bo didn't see it at all. The moment Wang Ermazi got up, Jia Pixiu happened to call. He turned around and answered, "Hey, have you finished the transfer?"

"Well, it's almost there. I have to go back to the company later, so I may not be able to accompany you."

"It's okay...will you be punished?"

"Probably."

The news that the patriarch of Pixiu almost lost all his wealth because of a succubus quickly spread throughout the Pixiu clan, and the high-level leaders of the Pixiu clan were shocked. Many Pixiu questioned Jia Pixiu's professional ability, worrying that one day he would be impulsive and lose the entire Pixiu industry. Light.

Although Jia Pixiu has repeatedly emphasized that he has a clear distinction between public and private affairs, and that it is absolutely impossible to use public funds for private use, but regarding whether he can continue to be a leader, there is still an unprecedented debate among the top management of Paixiu.

The farce finally ended with Zhu Li. This professional assistant took out a half-magic-high document and slapped it on the long table in the conference room.

The splashed dust hit the noisy old guys.

"This is the workload that Patriarch Pixiu needs to deal with in a day." Zhu Li stood on tiptoe, patted the top of the pile of documents, and added, "During the off-season."

"Those who now feel that they are qualified for this job and shoulder this responsibility can stand up."

The meeting room was silent.

Pixiu loves money, but also cherishes life.

This way of working like a dog, I'm afraid it's a life to make money but not a life to spend.

In the end, the request to impeach Japixiu was rejected, but the high-level officials still required Jiapixiu to prove his ability within two months, otherwise he would have to abdicate forcibly.

"Then retire, it's hard work." Han Bo said angrily, "Is this the boss or the younger brother? You do the business and earn the money. A group of delicious and lazy weirdos are lying around and spending money. There are still opinions."

"The new successor is still young and inexperienced, and needs time to grow up. Now I am the only one who can take responsibility." Jia Pixiu said, "There is no way."

Han Bo sighed, put down the question "Can you resign and follow me?", and raised his chin towards the venue in front of him: "So you run this show to prove that you still have the ability to plan and make money?"

At this moment, Han Bo and Jia Pixiu are standing side by side. In front of them is a studio. The staff of the Pixiu tribe perform their duties. In the center of the studio, there are two sofas on the left and one on the right. At a glance, they can tell that it is a talk show. style.

"'The Wealth Experience of the Pixiu Clan'" Han Bo read out the program's target language, "A program to show off wealth."

"Foreigners are quite interested in the Pixiu tribe. After all, we are the richest race in the world." Jia Pixiu explained, "We might as well use other tribes' curiosity about Pixiu to monetize the traffic. With the rise of optical networks, Pixiu As a veteran wealthy family, it's time to try to develop into a new industry."

"Oh—" Han Bo said absently, "Who is that on the stage?"

"The last patriarch's only son, the eighth on the Pixiu wealth list, is called Wang Qian."

In the camera, the host asked kindly: "We all know that Mr. Wang is very wealthy. I invite you to come today because I want you to share your wealth experience."

"Oh." Wang Qian rubbed his hands, looking a little nervous.He chuckled twice, and said honestly, "Actually, there is nothing to share. My dad was very rich, and when he died, I became very rich too."

host:……

Jia Pixiu and Han Bo watching from the side: ...

"Oh my god." Han Bo said coolly, "This is to record a show, or to sow hatred for the Pixiu clan."

"I can't help it." Jia Pixiu was also helpless, "The Pixiu on the Pixiu wealth list are basically busy with work, and this is the only one who can find time to come."

"Neither lack nor excess." Han Bo hit the nail on the head, and he glanced at Japixiu with some amusement, "You also inherited wealth from your parents?"

"Yes, and no." Japixiu said, "My parents passed away relatively early. There are many relatives in the family and most of them are relatively free. They have no business skills. They all rely on my parents' family property to live, so the competition for inheritance is still fierce. …At that time, I was young, and I had just finished school and hadn’t left the society yet. My relatives gave me a few industries that were not well developed, because they were not very good at running them. … After that, I had a hard time. Fortunately, the end result was not bad."

"Oh..." Han Bo obviously didn't expect such a complicated and sad memory to be revealed by casually mentioning it, "Then you are now the patriarch, have those blood-sucking relatives expelled from the Pixiu clan?"

"No, I have arranged for them a few jobs where they can live well as long as they work hard." Japixiu said, "But they are probably not very satisfied, and we haven't contacted for a long time."

"It's a bit too kind." Han Bo said, "If I want to, I will definitely let these trash pack up and leave quickly."

Jia Pixiu lowered his head and laughed twice: "It may be influenced by my mother. When I was young, I always heard her say a word, and I quite liked it."

"What?"

"It's better to be able to help others than to be helped by others." Jia Pixiu said, "If you can help others, it means you are lucky."

After listening to Han Bo, he was silent for a moment and then said, "I wish I could meet you sooner."

Japixiu turned his head to the side, and heard some depression and exclamation from his words: "It's not too late to meet now."

"That's right." Han Bo raised his head and smiled at him, but didn't speak again.

How can there be so many magical plots in the real world without "Supreme Gold Treasure". The little anchor who is worried about making a living can't meet the kind-hearted President Pixiu. They will be like two parallel lines, never intersecting.

Even if we meet in another world, we still have to separate...

Han Bo's mood became depressed, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't even notice when the host came off the stage after the recording ended.

The host walked up to Jia Pixiu, and whispered a few words to him with an embarrassed expression.

"You can ask him, it's fine if he agrees." Giapixiu said.

The host came to Han Bo and said, "Hello."

"Hello." Han Bo adjusted his mood, looked up at Jia Pixiu, and then turned back, "What's the matter?"

"That's right, our program was originally planned to be an interview with a guest, but for some reason, this program is a bit short, so I hope you can help me with a small interview to make up for the time... After all, Mr. Han, you are also in trouble now Monster, as the first succubus who breaks the stereotype by eating and broadcasting, you are very famous and fit the theme of our program..."

"I'm fine." Han Bo said, "But aren't all the sharing guests on your show Pixiu? If I'm on it, it won't be too good."

"It's okay." The host said enthusiastically, "You can act as a family member."

"Family?" Han Bo reacted after being stunned for a moment, and looked up at Jia Pixiu with a smile, "Explain, what did you tell them?"

Giapixiu coughed, turned his eyes away, and didn't speak.

Han Bo teased: "When did I become a Pixiu?"

"Eh..." Jia Pixiu said with a twist, "You have to allow a Moxiu love who has finally left the single."

Han Bo sat in the interview seat as a family member of Pixiu.

The questions are not difficult to answer, they are all common questions such as "how to discover my talent", "why I decided to engage in eating and broadcasting", "what are my plans for the future".

But there are also a few problems, which are a little bit sharp.

"Some netizens questioned that everything you do is for the sake of being famous, and your love for food is just a deception with editing techniques and babysitting. Do you have any response to this?" the host asked.

"Actually, I have also shown my appetite in offline activities, which cannot be deceived by editing." Han Bo said with a smile, "The friend who asked this question, I hope to have the opportunity to have dinner with him , but only if he is responsible for paying the bill.”

The host laughed a couple of times, and said, "Then there probably won't be many iron-headed demons who would dare to accept this invitation. But it's amazing. It's also the first time I've seen a succubus so enthusiastic about food, even In this respect, you are more powerful than the Taotie clan... Of course, I understand that it is because of this that you have been questioned more, after all, according to the stereotype, succubi are more interested in lust than appetite."

"That's right." Han Bo rubbed his stomach with a smile, "I might be a different kind. My O pattern is also different from ordinary succubus, it is in the shape of a hamburger or a hot pot."

"Really?" The host said in surprise, "This is the first time I've heard of it."

"Yes, the texture will change according to the succubus's recent preference, and my words will directly become the food that has eaten the most recently." Han Bo said, also a little curious, "But I haven't noticed it for a long time, I don't know Now it's burgers or hot pot."

As he said, he lowered his head and wanted to lift the hem of his clothes.

"Huh?" The host was a little panicked. The conservative education of the Pixiu tribe still made him feel at a loss when facing the open succubus. He looked to the sidelines in panic and turned to Japixiu's position, "This is not good... no need to prove it That's also fine……"

Jia Pixiu was outside the recording site, and his face turned black when he saw this scene. He wanted to say something, but in the end, considering the differences in the cultures of the two races, it was difficult to restrain Han Bo with his own culture, so he didn't say anything.

The host didn't get the termination instruction, Han Bo had already lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing the golden lines.

As soon as the golden light came out, the host reflexively wanted to cover his eyes, but he was inexplicably attracted by the lines after sweeping away.

He widened his eyes: "Wait... this is—"

Han Bo also lowered his head, and was surprised to find that on his flat stomach, what was outlined by the gold border was neither a round hamburger, a steaming hot pot, or a long biscuit sprinkled with icing sugar.

A golden coin was quietly attached to the flat belly.

Instead of the traditional square shape, the hole in the center of the coin is in the shape of a heart.

The ambiguous and unique coin, attached to Han Bo's skin, gently rose and fell with the frequency of his breathing.