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It¡¯s late at night, and the December nights in Beijing are not warm.
On the contrary, it is very cold.
The wind outside the window whistled again and again, but here a father and son were always confronting each other, and no one chose to give in.
With a somewhat similar handsome face, his face was cold.
The location is the luxurious Jiang family living room. The blanket on the floor was changed yesterday and is so clean that you can step on it with bare feet.
Jiang Beici, a boy who stayed up late, held his mobile phone and yawned, but there was still a game in progress.
He turned his head and looked at Mrs. Jiang, who was also wearing pajamas. "Mom, how long have they been like this? Are they playing a game? Whoever speaks first loses?"
Mrs. Jiang glared at him when she heard this. Since the weekend had not passed yet, Jiang Beici still stayed up late without restraint.
Teenagers always start to regret and reflect on their weekend the moment the alarm goes off on Monday morning.
Jiang Beici had no idea when his brother came home. He was so presumptuous when playing games with headphones on that he didn't know the north, south, east, west, let alone the sound of the car that could still hear his brother's return.
? ?Obviously, today is an unusual day.
After all, Jiang Beici knew that his brother had not been home so late for a long time.
After all, I don¡¯t know how many nests there are out there.
For Jiang Beici, who is fifteen or sixteen years old, Jiang Beiyu, the eldest brother who always lives in others' mouths, is very tall.
Sometimes he can laugh and joke, but sometimes he is a little scared.
Now he just dares to hold his mother and whisper.
In the end, among the father and son, it was Lao Jiang who curled his lips and sneered first.
Jiang Beici immediately thought of those domineering CEOs who were one part indifferent, two parts careless, three parts mocking and four parts cool and thin fan-shaped figures that the girls in the class loved to see most.
Lao Jiang¡¯s smile is very interesting.
Jiangbei Cixiang.
¡°Then Jiang Beici saw his brother sitting there with a cold face, as if he wanted to have a cold war with his old father to the end.
Jiang Jinshen: "Is this your attitude when talking to your father?"
His biological son was not to be outdone: "Is this your attitude towards your son? Have you disliked me recently?"
Director Jiang denied it without hesitation, "I didn't."
"You are planning to send your son to some remote ghost place to suffer hardship without you saying a word? Or for a year?" Young Master Jiang strongly expressed his dissatisfaction.
In response, Comrade Jiang Jinshen reached out and tapped the armrest of the sofa, tutting: "Child Jiangbeiyu, move your little head, and then tell your father that I just gave you 10% of the shares, and now you are completely If you are qualified to work, is there any problem if I ask you to go on a business trip?"
Jiang Jinshen has always taught his children a classic saying: There is no free lunch in the world.
Jiang Beiyu looked at him in shock, with a hint of sadness in his expression, "You're going to apply the same tactics to your collaborators to your son?"
"If you take the shares, you will be a shareholder of the company. If you ask for a position again, you will be an employee of the company. I think as the boss, I am still qualified to send you on a business trip." Jiang Jinshen said.
Jiang Beiyu never thought that his dear father would be so taciturn.
Thinking about it now, this trap was probably set the moment he called to ask for the shares.
Probably because the acting skills on Jiang Beiyu's face were too realistic, Director Jiang sighed slightly, "Son, tell the truth to your father. Is it because of your little girlfriend that you don't want to go on a business trip?" (Remember the website address of this website: www .hlnovel.com