After hanging up the phone and looking at the young man standing upright next to him, Wang Zhaomou put away his phone and smiled at Ji Lianhuo.
"My half brother."
"Brother Zhaomou, do you have a younger brother?" Ji Lianhuo said cautiously.
"We have three children in our family." Wang Zhaomou did not shy away. "There is a sister above me."
Ji Lianhuo nodded seriously and suddenly realized that he seemed to know nothing about the person in front of him.
It would be nice to get to know him better and know all his likes and dislikes.
"I'm going to the company." Wang Zhaomou opened the study door, "If you have any questions, you can ask Mrs. Cheng."
Ji Lianhuo nodded, his eyes as obedient as a puppy.
Not long after Wang Zhaomou got in the car, he answered the call from the old man.
What surprised Wang Zhaomou was that the old man didn't mention Wang Zhaoyun's matter immediately.
"I heard that you have a child in your villa?" There was something inexplicable in Wang Yi's tone.
Wang Zhaomou was silent for a moment and then explained, "I'm helping a friend."
"You're too old, I can't control you." On the other end of the phone, he showed disbelief.
"Everything has to be done in a certain way. It's OK to have fun, but you can't take it seriously."
Wang Zhaomou remained silent, not wanting to explain again.
"You should know about your brother." Wang Jin paused, "Come home tonight, your Aunt Song has cooked your favorite dishes, and your eldest sister is also here."
"Yes." Wang Zhaomou responded calmly and then hung up the phone.
This is the old man's usual tactic. Whenever something happens at home, he will have a dinner together.
The last time they had a dinner together, it was Wang Zhaomou who took over the Wang family. The eldest sister and Wang Zhaoyun were quite dissatisfied with the result, and eventually broke up unhappy.
The assistant secretary of Wang Zhaomou Gang Company seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He quickly stepped forward with a nervous expression, "Mr. Wang, Deputy Director Wu of the plastic factory, has been waiting at the door of the company since five o' clock in the morning, saying he wants to see you."
"Let him go back." Wang Zhaomou glanced at the time and said, "How are the year end work summary reports of each department going and the distribution plan for this year's year end bonus?"
"Okay, Mr. Wang." The assistant secretary turned around, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to persuade Deputy Director Wu, who was two years older than his own father, to leave.
As the new year approached, company's affairs became more and more busy. Wang Zhaomou quietly looked at the endless documents in front of him, slowly lay down on the boss's chair. His hands were folded peacefully in front of his lower abdomen, and he had closed his eyes lightly.
This kind of life will last for another twenty years.
But before the real estate company made a profit, he couldn't leave.
After steeling himself and signing a few key documents, Wang Zhaomou got off work at the appointed time, but he never thought that as soon as he left the company, he would see a middle aged man squatting near the entrance of the company.
When the man saw Wang Zhaomou coming out, he immediately rushed over, his eyes filled with tears of grievance.
"Mr. Wang!"
Lao Qi was assigned by Wang Zhaomou to look after the real estate company. When there was no one around him, a big man suddenly pounced on him, which was quite intimidating.
Wang Zhaomou supported the middle aged man's body with one hand and gently held his glasses with the other hand to see the person in front of him clearly.
"Deputy Director Wu." Wang Zhaomou didn't expect that this man would be so persistent, so he just waited for him all day.
"Mr. Wang." Deputy Factory Director Wu is an old man, as aggrieved as a child who weighs 150 pounds.
"I have already advised Master Zhaoyun that the quality of auto parts materials required by our factory's machines simply cannot meet the other party's standards!"
"But he won't listen, won't listen, won't listen!"
Deputy Factory Director Wu's eyes were full of sadness, "I really tried my best, but Master Zhaoyun only listened to his bad friends and insisted that we produce unqualified parts and send them to him. He thought it was his winter vacation homework. Just fill in a few pages and a few lines and you can get away with it!"
Wang Zhaomou raised his hand and patted Deputy Director Wu's shoulder gently to express comfort.
"Our factory has been making very little profit during this period. When Master Zhaoyun made such a fuss, the automobile company knew that we couldn't produce the parts they requested and asked us to pay liquidated damages." Deputy Director Wu was about to cry.
"All the hard work in the plastic factory has been in vain for the past few years, and the employees are worried that you are going to close the factory. Can you give us a little more time? Our factory can still operate and make a profit, and we can make up for what we owe!"
Wang Zhaomou was silent for a moment and did not speak.
When Deputy Factory Director Wu looked at Wang Zhaomou, he immediately realized that what the employees were worried about turned out to be true!
"Mr. Wang." Deputy Director Wu couldn't raise his head in sadness, "Give us a little more time. There are more than 200 people in the whole factory, and my family members are still waiting for dinner."
Wang Zhaomou took a step back, kept a distance from Deputy Director Wu, and got into the car silently, trying not to look at Deputy Director Wu, for fear that if he looked at him too much, he would be reminded of himself.
Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. The profit of the plastic factory will only become more meager in the future. Renting out the land occupied by the factory is more profitable than running the factory. Compared with struggling for twenty years, closing the factory now may not be a bad thing. .
There was silence all the way. The driver glanced at the boss behind him through the rearview mirror from time to time. There was a bit of anxiety in his eyebrows, but he did not dare to speak.
Bentley stopped in front of a courtyard gate. There was a bicycle locked at the gate of the courtyard, and the chain was a little rusty.
Wang's father was nostalgic for the past, and even though he became prosperous, he still kept the old courtyard. In recent times, Wang's father completely demolished and expanded the courtyard, rebuilt it. He built a Chinese-style two-story building, and planted two peach trees in the courtyard. tree, and a koi pond underneath.
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