I can't live, I can't afford to die

Xiao Xiao was taken aback: "Buy Brother Yi's shares? Mr. Liang is going to dominate the company?"

Xiao Lin nodded: "Who says it's not." Sighing again, he said with emotion: "Poor brother, now he has no reputation and no way to make money. It all depends on the company's annual dividends. Listen. Tell me, brother one has been squandering so much all these years, he has no savings, and he still owes debts outside. Now that the shares are sold at a low price, how will brother one live."

Xiao Xiao frowned, thinking to himself: "Brother Yi never cares about the affairs of the company, what does Mr. Liang do with all these shares?"

Xiao Lin shrugged: "I don't know." He looked at Xiao Xiao's expression again, and said cautiously: "I heard that, I just heard that Brother Zhou drank in private and said that Mr. Liang promised to give him some shares in the company."

Xiao Xiao was taken aback for a moment, his hands clenched, and the orange juice he was holding splashed everywhere.

Xiao Lin hurriedly took out a piece of paper and wiped his body, while complaining: "Hey, it's all my mouth, talking nonsense, it's not true."

Xiao Xiao looked at the rotten orange, and smiled: "How do you know it can't be true?"

Originally, he had to rest for a while, but after hearing Xiao Lin's words, Xiao Xiao was always uneasy. Within two days, he greeted Xiao Lin and sent him to the company.

When I arrived at the company, I asked Liang Shiwei's assistant, and said that Mr. Liang was out socializing.Xiao Xiao went to find Fang Yizhe again, Fang Yizhe's studio was also empty, even some of his daily utensils were gone.

Xiao Xiao asked Xiaolin to contact Haozi and asked for the address of Fang Yizhe's home.

Fang Yizhe's home is in a relatively remote suburb, a rare old Beijing-style courtyard, and Fang Yizhe lives alone, looking lonely.

Crossing the courtyard and walking to the door of the main room, Xiao Xiao tapped the knocker a few times, and someone inside said, "The door is unlocked, come in."

Xiao Xiao stepped over the threshold and walked in.The antique decoration inside the house is elegant and elegant, Xiao Xiao smiled lightly: "Brother Yi, your house doesn't look like yours, but it's really unique."

Fang Yizhe was lying on the long couch by the side of the room. When Xiao Xiao came in, he didn't get up. He just casually reached out and pointed to a small compartment next to him: "That's for wine storage, you can do whatever you want."

When Xiao Xiao heard this, the smile on his face stagnated, and he said, "I don't drink."

"Why, I'm afraid of drinking." Fang Yizhe squinted at Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao didn't want to talk about this topic, so he sat down in the armchair beside the couch and asked bluntly, "Brother Yi, President Liang wants to buy your shares?"

"What to buy?" Fang Yizhe snorted coldly, "That's an obvious robbery."

"Then do you sell it?" Xiao Xiao asked with a smile.

"Why do you want to sell it? If you sell it, I'll drink the Northwest Wind? Huh, Liang Shiwei, a capitalist, said at the beginning that he would not lose my money, and he would not want me for the company's shares. What about now? What capitalists say is fart, can't letter."

Xiao Xiao pondered: "Could it be that Mr. Liang has some reason to want your shares?"

"What reason?" Fang Yizhe's voice suddenly sharpened, "There is only one reason, money."

He glanced at Xiao Xiao from the corner of his eye: "Mr. Xiao, are you still willing to speak for Liang Shiwei? Don't blame him for letting you go?"

Xiao Xiao's expression darkened, and he said softly: "It's not an important matter."

Fang Yizhe sneered: "How did you coax you this time? Give you a slap and then give you a candy, Mr. Xiao, how many times have you repeated this? When will you realize that he just doesn't care about you?" I care about you as much as I want.”

Xiao Xiao smiled a little bleakly: "I know, brother one, maybe I still had the confidence to fight in the past, but now I only hope that Mr. Liang still cares about me."