Chapter 1958: Still Want to Meddle in Other People's Business

When Lao Chen went out, he already knew what was going on. Important documents? Can you just pretend I don’t understand? Can a truly important document be brought out by someone like you?

Although he knew what was going to happen, Lao Chen was not prepared for it.

For so many years, their group has been moving forward smoothly, and they have never encountered such a situation. They need to take the initiative to throw one person out and let others relieve their anger.

This is one aspect.

Secondly, although he is not very popular with Mr. Wang now and always takes the lead in front of Mr. Wang, Lao Chen is also a real senior person in their team.

Even if I have vaguely thought about it, in the future, if I have to, I may need one person to take the blame for the time being, to give an explanation to the people or forces who temporarily need to give in, which is the so-called abandonment of the car to save the commander, and that will never happen. Own.

Don’t you see, whether there are mistakes in the company or the agency, aren’t most of the facts “found out” in the end related to small employees or temporary workers?

Except for those things that not only have a great impact, but also have very bad circumstances and very serious nature, only one or two higher-level people will be investigated symbolically.

But what happened this time, in terms of results, can only be considered to have a relatively large impact in a very short few days.

Are you going to throw yourself out?

Anyway, can it be done gradually? Can't we first find a person from underneath and ask him to step forward?

Those people below are easy to kill, and they can be satisfied with at most a 6-digit price, a house, or other commitments, solving the work of relatives and friends, etc.

Why does it have to be me who has been working hard for decades, both meritorious and hard-working?

When I'm old enough, I already have grandchildren.

As for the pride Director Yang mentioned, if Lao Chen knew this, he would definitely spit in his face.

What time is it now? Several years have passed since the 21st century. Do you think we are still in a feudal society? Do you think I am a domestic slave who sold myself to their family? …

But in fact, Lao Chen himself actually understands quite well. Based on his understanding of Mr. Wang’s family and the seriousness of this situation, I am afraid that only his level is high enough and it is not someone within the system who takes the blame. It will not have a big impact on one's own side, and it may satisfy Feng Yiping.

I am getting older, I have grandchildren, and my energy is a little low. So, from another perspective, it is or is about to come to a time when it is of little use.

Especially Mr. Wang has been very dissatisfied with himself recently.

He also knew that his efforts this time would definitely not be in vain.

In order to appease themselves, or to prevent the entire team from being alienated, Mr. Wang and his family will definitely come up with conditions that satisfy them.

But that's the thing, especially when it concerns yourself. It's one thing to understand, but it's another thing to accept and do it.

He took Director Yang's black briefcase from the car, looked at the car, looked at the bag, and then looked at the set in front of him. For a long time, he thought that home was more important to him. The courtyard... Everything that seemed very familiar before seems so strange now.

At this time, not only did he have no nostalgia for all this, but it all made him feel angry.

His anger was similar to Mr. Wang's, he was very dissatisfied, but he could only accept it helplessly.

Yes, is it possible that my own arm can defeat Mr. Wang’s thigh?

Only people like Feng Yiping can do that.

At this time, there was a roar in the park, and soon the garage door on the side slowly rose, and a Lamborghini sped out of the garage.

The person sitting there must be the person he once regarded as his nephew emotionally.

Mr. Wang happened to see Lao Chen with a sad face.

Normally, he would see it and pretend not to see it, but today, when he saw Lao Chen standing aside as usual, although he did not have the usual smile on his face, Mr. Wang could no longer see it. You can't pretend you didn't see it.

When the car passed by Lao Chen, it stopped briefly for a few seconds. Lao Chen saw that Mr. Wang not only stopped the car, but also gave a rare nod to him.

But this did not comfort him.

Mr. Wang's actions completely broke the last trace of luck in Lao Chen's heart - maybe at the end, they can take into account my hard work and dedication over the years so that I can have a decent old age?

Haha, what good things am I thinking!

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"Oh, Mr. Chen, thank you," Director Yang, who was still staying in the living room, returned to his usual composure, with that friendly yet distant smile on his face.

When Old Chen saw him taking the briefcase, he put it aside casually and said, "Director Yang, why don't you check it?"

When Director Yang heard what Old Chen said, he looked at the undisguised sarcasm on his face. He was stunned for a moment, but the smile on his face became a little stronger, "Haha, Mr. Chen is joking, you are not an outsider." , How can I not be worried about you doing things?”

Now I say I am not an outsider because next, you need to throw me out to take the blame.

"Mr. Chen," Director Yang stood up and personally held Lao Chen's shoulders, "Mr. Chen, can I call you Lao Chen? Lao Chen, sit down quickly."

The posture was as if Mr. Wang was not here and he had become the master here.

Lao Chen also sat down unceremoniously this time, and he still sat on the main seat in a bold manner.

He adjusted his sitting posture, crossed his legs, and waved his hands to both sides. It was really comfortable to sit like this.

When Director Yang saw Lao Chen like this, he knew that this old guy obviously understood everything.

It seems that although he is old, he is not without insight.

"Lao Chen, you see, things have come to this point today. I think you, as an old man, know better than me..."

Lao Chen waved his hand, "Okay, there is no need to create a tragic atmosphere. I know that I am not a martyr,"

Director Yang: "..."

Lao Chen, "So, let's just talk about the conditions directly, okay? Speak quickly,"

His words were equivalent to tearing off all the veils of warmth.

But Director Yang, who was a little surprised just now, remained calm at this time. He smiled slightly, "Okay, you see, this is what we think..."

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About half an hour later, Lao Chen walked out of the yard empty-handed. However, he usually saw others off, but this time, it was others who saw him off. Director Yang stood at the gate with his hands behind his back. When he saw Lao Chen looking in, he raised his hand and waved, very stylishly.

Well, why did he walk back?

Lao Chen strode back and patted Director Yang's shoulder heavily a few times, "Director Yang, can I call you Lao Yang?"

"Do you feel that my today is your tomorrow?"

"Haha,"

Lao Chen really left this time, and walked out with his hands behind his back, laughing, just like Director Yang.

Director Yang glanced at his shoulder and brushed it a few times with the back of his hand. Humph, can you compare with me?

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In Silicon Valley, Feng Yiping heard what Zhou Xingyu said, and the sincerity given by Lao Wang, and couldn't help laughing, "I'm sorry, we gave them a chance. Since they don't cherish it, then we will decide what to say,"

"You tell them, first..."

"Secondly..."

He closed his phone, looked at the dark night of the United States outside, stood for a while, turned and walked into the small reception room, and said to Zhou Ning with a smile, "Let's continue,"

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The most high-end nightclub in the capital is the one that also insulted a good word left by the ancestors.

It is similar to the business run by Wei Xiaobao's mother. Of course, it is not a real paradise on earth, but for many people, it should be not much different from the real paradise on earth.

Mr. Wang was in the largest presidential room, hugging left and right.

The beauty in his arms is naturally not a vulgar woman. She is beautiful, that's for sure, and has temperament, that's even more certain.

Even their clothes are very particular, not revealing, well-cut, and sexy in elegance.

However, this is actually more attractive.

Mr. Wang likes to hang out here recently, but he is mostly invited by others. This time, he rarely pays for himself.

The wine on the table, which is converted into RMB and costs more than 100,000 yuan per bottle, has been opened for five bottles, two of which are empty, but he looks sober and asks a girl next to him, "Tell me specifically what you studied as a graduate student. I really need high-end talents now."

"Mr. Wang, look, should you answer the phone first? Maybe there is something urgent at home?" The girl said as she looked at the phone vibrating on the table again.

"Don't worry about it, what can it be?" Well, Mr. Wang also suddenly looked at the phone. The name of the incoming call displayed now is not Mr. Yang at the beginning, but "home".

His face changed. What's going on.

He picked up the phone, "I'll take a call,"

The girls laughed and got up and went out, and then the music became quieter.

"Hello," Mr. Wang asked, and then immediately frowned and took the phone away, looking at it with some disgust. Is it worth getting so angry?

"Hello," the phone called a few more times before he put it back to his ear, "Go home, now? Can't it wait?"

I'm annoyed now!

The voice on the other side got louder, making Mr. Wang frown again, but then a word from the other side made Mr. Wang jump up from his seat, "What? What?"

"Really?"

"How dare he?" Mr. Wang really said this with gritted teeth.

"Okay, I'll be back soon,"

The door of the presidential room was opened with a "bang", and the girls waiting next to them still greeted with a faint smile, "Mr. Wang,"

But Mr. Wang, who just said that he needed "talents" like them the most, turned a blind eye to them at this moment, and hurried away from them with a sullen face.

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Mr. Wang hurried back to his father's house. Old Wang was looking out the window with his hands folded. Director Yang was sitting respectfully on the side. When he saw Mr. Wang coming in, he stood up and greeted him, "Mr. Wang,"

"What did they say over there?" Mr. Wang glared at Director Yang fiercely and asked anxiously.

The door of the study was then closed, and there was another "bang" sound.

"When can you change your impetuous temper?" Old Wang turned around and frowned and criticized his son.

"Not at this time today," Mr. Wang was not afraid of his father.

Especially at this time today.

"This is their request," Director Yang stood up and pressed the phone on the table, and then the recording of Zhou Xingyu relaying Feng Yiping's opinion was played, "Mr. Feng meant that originally, we were waiting for you to give an explanation, but since you didn't give it, then sorry, what kind of explanation should we get, we will get it ourselves,"

"So we have no interest in the so-called explanation. Please, don't just throw out a person and say that he did everything and you don't know about it. Save this kind of thing to fool other people in the future."

"First of all, the first explanation we want is that the so-called Mr. Wang and the so-called business should stop immediately."

"Bang" The phone and documents on the heavy desk suddenly jumped up. This is because Mr. Wang slapped them hard.

"How dare he?" His face looked very ferocious at this time.

Under the seemingly calm appearance of Lao Wang, he actually behaved similarly to his son.

He only heard this part of the recording before and couldn't listen to it anymore.

When he heard this request, his first reaction, besides cursing, was that sentence, what does it have to do with you to stir up a pool of spring water?

The phone still fell on the table, still working tenaciously, Zhou Xingyu's voice continued to come out, "Mr. Feng said, maybe you will think that he is meddling in other people's business, but he said, haha, he still wants to be nosy,"

"Bang" a vase fell on the thick carpet and shattered instantly.

Mr. Wang raised his head in surprise, this was not done by him.

He looked over and saw that his father was standing with his hands on his hips like a shrew, panting heavily...