Nian Fan

Uncle Dong put four dishes and one soup on the table, and asked Mei Daoyuan to come over for dinner, "Sir, the meal is ready."

Mei Daoyuan heard the words and came over to sit down, and said to Uncle Dong, "I have told you many times, you can eat something simple, and there is no need for such a trouble. Come on, you have worked so hard, but you have to eat more a little."

Uncle Dong also sat down and served Mei Daoyuan a bowl of soup.

Mei Daoyuan looked at him, and suddenly asked, "Did you tell him?"

Uncle Dong knew what he was asking, so he didn't pretend to be stupid, but shook his head slightly, "Mr. didn't say anything, of course I wouldn't say it."

Mei Daoyuan's smile was vain and didn't reach his eyes, "Don't you feel sorry for him?"

The slack muscles on Uncle Dong's face trembled slightly, his mood depressed, "I've long since lost the right to feel sorry for him."

Mei Daoyuan took a bite of the dish, and seemed to be chatting casually, but his words pierced Uncle Dong's heart, "Yeah, Liu Nian was originally an outstanding boy. He is smart, capable, and hardworking. He could always have an incomparable Brilliant and happy life. It is a pity that there are good and bad, his character is extremely stubborn, but it made him make mistakes in many important decisions, which delayed a lot. In the final analysis, it is all your fault."

"Of course I'm sorry for him." Uncle Dong's vicissitudes of life concealed many secrets, "I hope he can live a better life himself, and hope that this time... he can get through the difficulties safely."

Mei Daoyuan chuckled twice, "Let's eat, don't talk about it. After eating, play chess with me..." Mei Daoyuan paused, and then said, "Playing chess is much more interesting than gambling."

Uncle Dong's face paled instantly.

In the banquet hall of Shangjia Group, the three bosses are having dinner together.

Although Liu Nian's sudden arrival was a bit of a surprise, it was quite expected. Lao Li smiled and waved at him, "Come and sit down and see what you want to eat. I'm here for a treat!"

"I'm afraid what everyone is eating is not rice, but Ningde's meat?" Liu Nian sneered, "Sorry, I can't swallow it."

Lao Song spread his hands, "We have also heard about Ningde's matter, and we are deeply sorry. Fortunately, only Mr. Chen went in. Mr. Liu, are you still safe and sound? This is also a blessing in misfortune."

Liu Nian casually picked up the red wine bottle on the table, played with it in his hands, and looked fiercely, "I didn't come here to listen to your disgusting words. I'm here to invite you to go to the police and surrender!"

Lao Song's complexion changed, his eyes were fixed on the bottle in his hand, and he said boldly, "It turns out that there is no difference between Mr. Liu and the little bastard Liu Qingyang, and he has already started to threaten with force?"

Liu Nian looked at him and said in a low voice, "Do you want me to say it a second time?"

Lao Wang suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, "Liu Nian, after all these years, why can't you learn to be smarter, and instead regress? If you put down your body and beg us on your knees, maybe we..."

"Hey, don't make such a fuss." Lao Li raised his hand to prevent further humiliation in Lao Wang's words, and put on a hypocritical greasy smile, "I heard from Mr. Chen that Mr. Liu is a master at making steaks. It must be inferior, I wonder if we have the honor to taste one or two today?"

Liu Nian suddenly smiled, and put down the bottle, "I'm afraid you're mistaken. I'm not here to beg you, but to kindly warn you. If you refuse, then I won't be polite."

Old Li couldn't help laughing, "Then we'll just wait for Mr. Liu's impoliteness!"

Liu Nian patted the non-existent dust on his clothes in disgust and was about to go out, but turned around and smiled strangely at the three of them, "You guys, you haven't made any progress in the same way for so many years, and you never know what it means to meet someone well." Take it!"

Old Wang was a little puzzled, "What is going on with Liu Nian!?"

Lao Song took a bite of the steak, "Don't worry about him, what kind of splashes can he make by himself?"