Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

"Wang family, which Wang family, I..." Before the leader could finish speaking, he was dragged away by his younger brother and whispered something in a low voice.

Looking at the young man in front of him, the leader's expression became more subtle.

The Wang family in Sioux City started their business by opening a plastic product factory in the 80s. They were the first batch of households with ten thousand yuan in Sioux City. When the square opened, the mayor personally came to cut the ribbon.

In short, he is definitely not someone he can afford.

"Today, today is your luck! I, I..."

The leader stuttered nervously, raised his eyelids tremblingly and looked at Wang Zhaomou for a few times. Seeing the half-smile expression on the other side, he simply threw the stick in his hand, and ran away without saying a word.

The younger brothers froze in place, watching the boss run, turned around and ran desperately, as if there was some jackal behind him, and if he slowed down, he would be bitten into his belly.

The scene was reversed in an instant, and many stall owners were full of astonishment. They couldn't help communicating with each other in low voices, and looked at the young man with a bit of awe.

Wang Zhaomou didn't pay attention to the few unworthy gangsters. What he paid most attention to at the moment was the young man in front of him and the child he was protecting.

"Can you still stand up?" Wang Zhaomou squatted down gently, looking sideways at the boy's face.

The juvenile has not yet fully grown, but it has already begun to have a bit of lingering beauty waiting to be revealed, with clear and three-dimensional outlines, as if waiting for a transformation between greenness and maturity.

Wang Zhaomou noticed the young man's shiny black eyes, and his facial features were somewhat similar to Leng Ye's.

"Yes." Ji Lianhuo's ears were red, as if he wanted to prove something, he hugged his nephew in one hand and tried to get up from the ground.

Wang Zhaomou looked at one big and one small, his mood was turbulent, and he already had a rough guess, but he looked at the young man in front of him carefully, and he still couldn't believe it. This is Leng Ye's father, the legendary dragon who can't see the beginning and end, and has a gloomy personality. Weird, ruthless head of the Leng family.

According to gossip, the head of the Leng family was left behind by the people at the beginning, and after a lot of hardships, he was discovered by the Leng family by chance, and finally he came home to recognize his ancestors, and finally took over the Leng family. industry.

Back then, the Leng family discovered their long-lost child. It was originally a great event, but there was no report on it, and the child was never shown on camera. It was rumored that the child was ugly, but now Wang Zhaomou looked at it for a long time, and was stunned. There was no flaw on the boy's face.

So what is it that makes him so reluctant to appear in the public eye?

Ji Lianhuo's cheeks were hot from being stared at, but he still puffed up his chest secretly, nervously and involuntarily grasping the things under his hand.

Ji Dabao's strangled expression was a little distorted.

But there is already a little angel with bare buttocks in his heart, playing happy music.

Uncle's legs are fine!

Tragedy never happened again!

I was not reborn in vain!

Ji Dabao was happy for two seconds, but the corners of his mouth drooped quickly again.

Although the uncle's leg was not broken, the next five years of hard life were still waiting for the two of them.

My uncle and I still have to be beaten by my uncle when we go back, and we still have to live in a utility room that leaks from wind and rain; In one ordeal, he gradually became cold and ruthless.

But all of this, now seems to have a solution.

Ji Dabao plucked up his courage, patted his thick skin, blinked his eyes, tried his best to look pitiful, then turned his head, towards the man in front of him, trying to raise his little hand for help.

Brother Jiu Min!

I hope you are more sensible, don't force me to kneel down and beg you!

Wang Zhaomou fell into deep thought. As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on the owner.

I can underestimate Leng Ye, because he stepped on the shoulders of giants and became the president of the Leng Corporation easily. Even if he did something stupid, someone would help him, but he couldn't underestimate the young man in front of him.

The situation of the Leng family is more complicated. In the early years, they made a fortune abroad and returned to their homeland with a lot of funds and resources. It was this young man who made the best use of these funds and resources to allow the Leng family to quickly gain a foothold in China and grow stronger. And the degree of viciousness and neatness of the means is breathtaking. It is hard to imagine what the consequences will be in the future once he is offended.

Maybe I can't live until the Wang family goes bankrupt.

Then if... I try my best to help the father and son now, will the Wang Group get a different result?

Wang Zhaomou pondered for a long time, but he still hadn't come to a conclusion. He saw the boy in the boy's arms turned his head pitifully, and slowly stretched out a small hand towards him.

Yo, isn't this President Leng?

Yo, poor little one.

Yo, boy, do you have today?

Wang Zhaomou's eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand towards the son, and one of his fingers was immediately grasped by the son, as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"Boss?" Lao Qi reminded his boss softly beside him that the alcohol is not over yet, so don't get excited and take the child away again.

Wang Zhaomou quietly looked at the child in the boy's arms, and faintly noticed something strange.

Such a young child knows how to please himself, is it normal?

"Dabao, I seem to like you very much." Ji Lianhuo mustered up his courage to say this weakly, his eyes hardly dared to meet the person in front of him, and his ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

Wang Zhaomou came back to his senses and smiled at the young man.

"Your child is very cute."

Your child will be a big fool in the future.

Hearing the praise, Ji Lianhuo blushed even more, and tried to straighten his waist in front of Wang Zhaomou.

"Reverse the car." Wang Zhaomou told Lao Qi, casually looking at the boy's fruit stand, "just to buy some fruit back."

Lao Qi was taken aback, only to see the boss standing in front of the boy's fruit stall, and began to pick up fruits.

The boss has never done these things before.

The luxury car was normally parked on the side of the road, and the peddlers who were watching the excitement also returned to their booths one after another. Uncle Yu stood behind his booth and glanced to the side from time to time.

The young master of the Wang family was holding the plastic bag, Ji Lianhuo carried Ji Dabao back again, disheartened, but picked apples into the young master's plastic bag with bright eyes.

The best one was the big, round one. When Young Master Wang said "some more oranges", Ji Lianhuo immediately brought the bag again and picked the best orange in the basket to the man in front of him.

It is simply the most conscientious vendor on this street.

After picking out two big bags, Wang Zhaomou took out his wallet, only to see that the boy didn't weigh the fruit, and handed the fruit directly to Lao Qi.

"No money." Ji Lianhuo shook his head, and said stutteringly, "You, you are my benefactor."

After saying a word, the boy blushed again, his eyes dodged inadvertently, and his toes curled up secretly.

Wang Zhaomou smiled, raised his hand to tease Ji Dabao a few times, said goodbye to Ji Lianhuo, and turned to get in the car.

Watching the car drive away, Ji Lianhuo didn't regain his senses for a long time. Uncle Yu came over and smiled "hehe", Ji Lianhuo immediately turned his head and looked at Uncle Yu, his ears were red.

"Today you are lucky and you met a noble person, but you have to listen to the uncle." Uncle Yu glanced at the half durian left on Ji Lianhuo's cart, "Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, don't come here to set up a stall again."

"I have to sell this half." Ji Lianhuo said with firm eyes.

"Do you want to sell durians, or do you want to see that young master Wang again?" Uncle Yu was like a man, and he could see through Ji Lianhuo's mind at a glance.

Ji Lianhuo involuntarily looked in the direction the car was leaving, and turned his head without saying a word.

"Listen to the old man's persuasion, today's incident is just a coincidence, that young master Wang can't always protect you, and those gangsters can't let it go, understand?" Uncle Yu said earnestly, "If the young master Wang comes later today, you If your leg is broken, who will take care of Dabao?"

Ji Lianhuo didn't speak, and looked down at the carton with small fruits left, took the cardboard with the fruit price written on it, and lowered the price.

Seeing this, Uncle Yu took out a crumpled ten-dollar sheet from his arms, and slowly handed it to Ji Lianhuo.

"Xiao Ji, the uncle won't harm you. Take this money and go to see Dabao's doctor, and let you see for yourself. After suffering so many sticks, at least you have to buy some safflower oil to wipe it, so as not to cause the root cause of the disease."

"I can't ask for your money." Ji Lianhuo shook his head and pushed the money to Uncle Yu.

"Be obedient! Your fruits are all on credit. If you don't have any money, how will you wholesale fruits tomorrow?" Uncle Yu tried his best to practice Tai Chi with Ji Lianhuo, only to see a little furry head appearing from behind Ji Lianhuo again, with, and In Ji Dabao's little hand was a brand new pink hundred.

Ji Dabao waved the money triumphantly. It was stuffed into his clothes when Wang Zhaomou was teasing him just now, and he carefully pulled the money out for a long while before taking out the money completely.

Ji Lianhuo was stunned when he saw the money, took the hundred in Ji Dabao's hand, and looked at it over and over again.

"This young master of the Wang family..." Uncle Yu paused, seeing Ji Lianhuo looking in the direction the car was leaving again, he couldn't move his eyes for a while, and he let out a long sigh.

That night, Ji Lianhuo went to the clinic with Ji Dabao on his back. The doctor touched him for a while, and after prescribing the medicine, he gave Ji Dabao an injection in his ass.

Ji Dabao was in a daze on the way back, and heard that Ji Lianhuo went to pay back the fruit on credit.

"Excuse me, boss, your hands are dirty, can you wipe them before taking this money?"

"Can you keep this 100 yuan for me, and redeem it when I have money in the future?"

"please……"

The boy's voice was pleading, Ji Dabao couldn't resist the drowsiness, he yawned, and fell asleep on his uncle's back.

×××

Not long after Wang Zhaomou got in the car, the phone rang and the caller ID showed "bad old man".

Rubbing the surface of the phone with lowered eyes for a moment, Wang Zhaomou opened the flip phone and connected the call.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, Wang Zhaomou subconsciously held his breath, and heard the interlocutor speak.

"Zhaomou?"

The familiar voice made Wang Zhaomou feel sad. He personally organized his father's funeral three years ago and watched the coffin buried in the ground with his own eyes. Now he hears the old man's voice again, and his mood is indescribably complicated.

And a little scary.

"Brat! Speak!" Father Wang took a deep breath, full of breath.

"I asked you to pick up your brother. It's been a long time. I asked Chang Gui to climb to the school gate!"

Changgui is a tortoise raised by the prince. When the prince passed away, Changgui was still alive and well.

Under the auspices of Wang Zhaomou, he finally found a rich woman to marry him.

"On the way." Wang Zhaomou cleared his throat, recalling the past, his tone calmed down, showing a bit of gentleness.

"There is something I want to discuss with you."

"What are you doing?" Father Wang was very vigilant, "You want to open a shopping mall again?"

"No." Wang Zhaomou loosened the button of his shirt around his neck.

"I want to change the name of the Wang Group."