Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

The real estate was sold out, and the whole company was excited. Everyone had a smile on their faces. Who would have thought that Chuanhai Courtyard would not only be able to catch up with the good times, but also be able to sell at such a high price!

"Boss, the time for the second opening has been set." Lao Qi walked into the office with the documents in hand, "Half a month after the first opening, building 03 and building 06 are for sale, a total of 360 units."

Wang Zhaomou took the document, quickly browsed it, and signed after there was no problem.

"Boss, in the past two days, people have been asking about the next opening time at the sales office every day, and some people want to buy a house at a high price from the person who bought the house for the first time." Lao Qi was full of joy, "I want to buy Chuanhai There seem to be more people in the courtyard house!"

"Remember to keep two sets." Wang Zhaomou smiled and handed over the documents.

"Keep two sets?" Lao Qi looked at Wang Zhaomou curiously, "I just remember that Chuanhai Garden will give Xiao Ji one set."

Wang Zhaomou looked up at Lao Qi in front of him, raised his lips and smiled, "Why, you don't want it?"

Lao Qi was stunned for a moment, with uncontrollable surprise on his face, he was happy for a moment, but then he showed some worry.

Wang Zhaomou knew Lao Qi very well.

Most of his monthly salary of more than 1 yuan was sent to the family members of his dead comrades. He only kept 2000 yuan for himself, and he also kept a retired disabled military dog. He never bought a house and rented it in someone else’s yard. inside.

In his last life, Wang Zhaomou also rewarded him with a house, but the military dog ​​he adopted was not used to the life upstairs and was depressed all day long. For his dog, Lao Qi left the house empty and went back to the bungalow by himself.

The object of his concern now is very likely to be the black-backed one he adopted, called "King Kong".

Wang Zhaomou thought of this early this time.

"Here is a letter of appointment." Wang Zhaomou took out a document and handed it to Lao Qi.

Old Qi curiously took the document, saw what was written on it, couldn't help grinning, and read it out.

"Hire retired military dog ​​King Kong to be the captain of the security dog ​​in Chuanhai Yard, [-] catties of dog food, [-] catties of chicken breast meat, and [-] eggs per month..."

Lao Qi pinched the red-bordered letter of appointment in his hand, his lips moved, but he couldn't say a word.

"Chuanhai Courtyard has a large green area. I have communicated with the security team in advance. They welcome a well-trained military dog." Wang Zhaomou looked at Lao Qi and smiled slightly.

Lao Qi wiped his face, carefully put away the letter of appointment, looked at the young boss in front of him, and wiped the corners of his eyes.

With my own disability, being taken out of the security room at the entrance of the warehouse by the boss and paid me ten times the salary of others is already a great fortune.

Lao Qi never thought that the boss has been paying attention to him and using this method to bring a better life for himself and King Kong.

"Thank you boss." Old Qi lowered his head and bowed deeply to the young man in front of him.

"It's been hard work during this period. I'll give you two days off to spend more time with King Kong, take a good look at your house, and think about how to decorate it." Wang Zhaomou's eyes remained normal, with a smile on his lips.

"Remember to take King Kong to the security team to report."

Lao Qi took the letter of appointment out of the office, returned to his seat, looked at the letter of appointment in front of him repeatedly, and suddenly understood why the young Ji Lianhuo, even if he became the number one student in science, was still struggling to think. To follow the boss.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that since the boss took over the real estate company, almost no one has left.

The boss is like a huge magnet, attracting all kinds of people in his magnetic field.I'm afraid I have to work harder so that I won't be unemployed by that Ji Lianhuo.

Lao Qi smiled and prepared to frame the letter of appointment. He could only imagine how happy King Kong would be after reading the letter of appointment.

Wang Zhaomou chose an eight-story house for Ji Lianhuo in a ten-story elevator bungalow. People in Sioux City are superstitious about numbers, and the sixth and eighth floors are golden floors, which are extremely popular.

After getting the key, Wang Zhaomou's new personal cell phone rang a few times, and when he opened it, there were some photos from an unfamiliar number.

Wang Zhaomou zoomed in on the picture, and saw that the various money figures and people's names on it were all related to the Zhang family's projects and the leaders related to the projects.

【These are just a few. I have found more criminal evidence of the Zhang family. Please take my father away. Once I am discovered, he will be very dangerous. 】

Wang Zhaomou glanced at a few photos, and simply replied [OK. ], Dial the phone number at home.

After carrying a few dishes back home, Wang Zhaomou smelled the aroma of the food by accident, and put the ready-made food on the table. Wang Zhaomou looked to the kitchen and saw Ji Lianhuo, wearing an apron, standing in front of the pot, skillfully stir frying The dishes inside.

The sound of the range hood and cooking was relatively loud. Ji Lianhuo didn't hear the movement at the door, so he scooped up some thirteen incense from the seasoning jar with a small spoon and put it into the dish.

"Ba Ba~" Ji Dabao walked up to Wang Zhaomou with his baby bottle in his arms, and tried to shake it up and down, making Wang Zhaomou notice that the baby bottle was empty.

Wang Zhaomou took off his coat, washed his hands, picked up Ji Dabao who was following behind him, took the milk bottle in his hand, and went into the kitchen.

"Brother Zhaomou!" Seeing Wang Zhaomou's return, Ji Lianhuo hurried forward, "Sister-in-law Cheng asked for leave and said she had something to go out for two days."

"I let her go." Wang Zhaomou held Ji Dabao who was obviously fatter in one hand, opened the milk powder bucket with the other hand, dug three level spoons of milk powder into the bottle, and poured half a bottle of warm water.

Ji Lianhuo cooperated with Wang Zhaomou, and quickly twisted the bottle. Wang Zhaomou smiled at the boy, holding Ji Dabao in one hand, and shaking the bottle in the other to even out the milk powder.

"Brother Zhaomou, there is oily smoke in the kitchen." Ji Lianhuo gently pushed Wang Zhaomou out of the kitchen and closed the kitchen door. For some reason, his face felt a little hot, and he turned around and quickly stir-fried the dishes that were still on the fire. Happy.

Wang Zhaomou shook the milk powder well, tried to drip a little on the back of his hand, and when he found that the temperature was right, he handed it to Ji Dabao.

Ji Dabao sucked while hugging the bottle, looking at his elder brother who was hugging him from the corner of the eye, he was still a little curious.

Brother is so young, why is he so proficient at making milk powder?

Of course Wang Zhaomou is very skilled at making milk powder. The German shepherd he raised in his previous life had an accident after he hired someone to walk the dog. After Xi became a father, the other party brought a puppy, and the puppy drank goat milk powder very quickly.

After Ji Dabao finished drinking half a bottle of milk powder, Ji Lianhuo opened the kitchen door and walked out quickly with the dishes.

A dish of stir-fried shredded potatoes, a dish of fried pork with fungus, a dish of shredded white lotus in a dry pot, and a dish of braised pork ribs.

Wang Zhaomou watched Ji Lianhuo bring out the egg and seaweed soup, and made up four dishes and one soup.

"I'm sorry, Brother Zhaomou." Wearing an apron, Ji Lianhuo stood beside him with some embarrassment, "I don't know how to cook too many dishes. I will study hard in the future."

"Very good." Wang Zhaomou picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fungus and tasted it, and the taste was not bad.

Ji Lianhuo brought the rice and placed it carefully in front of Wang Zhaomou. Seeing that Wang Zhaomou had eaten two chopsticks, he was still a little nervous.

"It tastes good." Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo with a smile, "Have you ever done it before?"

Hearing the praise from the people in front of him, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, "When I was at my brother's and sister-in-law's house, I often made it. They all said that the braised pork and ribs I made were delicious. I bought the meat during the festival. I do it all."

Seeing that Ji Lianhuo was still standing beside him, watching him eat closely, Wang Zhaomou put down the bamboo chopsticks, got up and stood behind Ji Lianhuo, helped him untie the apron on his body, took off the apron, and indicated his position with his eyes.

"Sit down and eat."

Ji Lianhuo watched Wang Zhaomou put the apron back into the kitchen, his face was hot, and he sat upright in his seat, looking at the meals he made by himself on the table, feeling inexplicably satisfied.

Ji Dabao sat on his children's chair, looked at the emptiness in front of him, turned his head to look at Ji Lianhuo, "Baba?"

What about my complementary food?

Ji Lianhuo focused on watching Wang Zhaomou slowly eating the meals he cooked, and his sense of satisfaction increased little by little. When he saw that Wang Zhaomou had finished eating the rice in his bowl, his sense of satisfaction almost reached its peak.

Brother Zhaomou finished my cooking!

"Baba?" Ji Dabao tried to shake Ji Lianhuo's arm, "Fanfan?"

"Brother Zhaomou, do you want to add some more?" Ji Lianhuo asked Wang Zhaomou cautiously.

"No, I'm full." Wang Zhaomou took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth lightly.

Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips tightly, and only after Wang Zhaomou got up and went upstairs did he dare to show his joyful smile.

"Baba!" Ji Dabao yelled with all his strength, and finally made Ji Lianhuo find Ji Dabao under the dining table.

Ji Dabao tapped his small bowl of supplementary food, "Baba, rice!"

Ji Lianhuo was quiet for a moment, and found that he forgot to make special supplementary food for Ji Dabao.

Ji Dabao watched helplessly as his uncle brought a boiling water bowl, rinsed the dishes on the table with boiling water, and then put them into his own small bowl.

This is too perfunctory!

Before Ji Dabao had time to protest, he saw the uncle bowed his head and began to eat the rice in his own bowl, and poured all the food from the plate on the table into his rice bowl, and after one bowl was finished, he could order another bowl!

Seeing the dishes on the table being cleaned one by one, Ji Dabao swallowed, and just after eating two shredded potatoes that had been rinsed, he saw his uncle start to clean up the dishes on the table.

"Can't you eat it?" Ji Lianhuo looked at the basically unchanged water-boiled vegetables in Ji Dabao's bowl, "I'll help you eat."

Ji Dabao looked at his uncle, and silently put his little hand on his bowl.

Do you even grab my meal?

Wang Zhaomou was looking through the information on his work mobile phone in the study, and accidentally saw a message from Wang's father.

【The real estate price bubble is blown up like this. The false prosperity on the surface will eventually collapse and hit the ground. Come and talk to me when you have time. 】

Wang Zhaomou scrolled through the messages and found that there were two unread messages.

[If you don't want to talk to me, then I'll talk to your little lover. If he came to you crying and said he was going to leave, would you be more sober. 】

Wang Zhaomou turned to the last message from Wang's father.

【I'm furious!Why is he so thick-skinned, did you teach him!I'm about to have a heart attack, you unfilial son, let him be so angry with your dear father! 】

Wang Zhaomou raised his eyebrows, closed his phone, and went out of the study to see Ji Lianhuo who was washing the pot.

"Lianhuo." Wang Zhaomou called out, and saw Ji Lianhuo quickly turned his head and ran down the stairs, looking at him closely, as if he was waiting for some order.

Looking at the detergent foam on the back of Ji Lianhuo's hand, Wang Zhaomou was silent for a moment.

"Brother Zhaomou?" Ji Lianhuo's eyes were filled with anticipation, wondering why Wang Zhaomou suddenly called him.

Wang Zhaomou glanced at Ji Dabao who was still eating supplementary food at the dining table, and looked at Ji Lianhuo, "Wait a while, come to my study."