Super Working Man

Qian Zhihao immediately took her arm and looked coquettish and flattering, "Mom, I'm the best to you, and I listen to you. In the future, the Nightingale hotel must be mine, right?"

Zhu Fengxian said angrily, "I can't give you one person. What about your sister?"

"Xiaomin will get married sooner or later. My sister is so beautiful. Maybe her husband is richer than our family. Our small hotel is not rare."

Qian Zhenkun said, "Impatiens, look at your son. He only has money and interests in his eyes. For money, he can sell his dignity. For money, he is ruthless. He even ignores his own sister. That's why you say I'm angry with him. With this idea, he will go astray sooner or later. You still spoil him."

Zhu Fengxian stared at her husband: "Zhenkun, I think Zhihao is very good. How can it be worthless in your mouth? There are shortcomings everywhere. Do you treat it as a son?"

Qian Zhihao immediately fanned the flames: "Mom, obviously my father is eccentric. He likes a lot of money and doesn't like me, so no matter what I do, he can't see it."

"Fart." Qian Zhenkun pointed to his son: "Lao Tzu has always been right about things and not people. In the same thing, I like those who do well and those who do not do well. This person has problems. If there are problems, they must be corrected. Otherwise, who likes you. Your mind has problems. You always think about yelaixiang Hotel and don't focus on your work. In the long run, your mother and I died, and most of the yelaixiang hotel was handed over to you Collapse. For me, I'd rather give it to Xiaomin than to you. "

Qian Zhimin said, "Dad, I don't want to come to the hotel. I'm not interested in the work of the hotel. I'm studying medicine now. In the future, I'll be the best doctor to treat patients and save people. Give the hotel to my brother. I can support myself."

Qian Zhenkun began to scold his son again: "look, your sister is more obedient and sensible. If you have half of your sister, I'm not so strict with you."

Qian Zhihao was not ashamed, but proud. He smiled at Qian Zhimin and said, "Xiaomin, you are an adult. You have to keep your word. You can't compete with me for yelaixiang hotel in the future. Of course, you are my own sister. If you have money, I won't treat you badly."

Qian Zhimin nodded, very clever.

Qian Zhenkun asked, "Xiaomin, do you know where Duoduo lives?"

Qian Zhimin shook his head: "I don't know."

"Where's his phone?"

Qian Zhimin still shook his head.

"The boy, who had his kidney cut off, was injured. Where did he go?" Qian Zhenkun worried about his other son and looked sad.

Zhu Fengxian disapproved and said, "don't worry. He's in his twenties. He'll know to take care of himself. He'll be fine."

Qian Zhimin was puzzled and said, "Dad, I saw my brother today. He is in good health and spirit. He can fight. He doesn't look like an injured person at all."

"Who is he fighting with?"

"Oh, some little gangsters wanted to bully me. My brother beat them away." Qian Zhimin said lightly that he didn't want to tell the truth. If he told the truth, his parents would be worried to death. Maybe he would let her live in school, or hire a bodyguard to follow her every day, take care of her and protect her. She wouldn't be so free. This is what she doesn't want to do.

Moreover, sister Piao Piao will be involved.

She promised sister Piao that she would not tell anyone anything about her.

"This smelly boy goes to fight when he is ill." Qian Zhenkun is very angry.

Zhu Fengxian gave him a white look: "your son is just like you when you were young. Show off and fight."

"Alas, the boy doesn't leave a phone. He's mysterious. I don't know what to do."

"You have that son now, and this son doesn't care?"

"Zhihao has always been in your charge. I scold you. You have to protect it. If you don't take good care of it, sooner or later he will cause trouble for you." Qian Zhenkun picked up the rice in the bowl two or three times and put down the dishes and chopsticks, "I'm full."

Then he left the table and strode to the study.

"My father is eccentric..." Qian Zhihao muttered discontentedly while eating.

"Shut up." Zhu Fengxian said angrily, "your father wants you to work hard so that you can safely take care of the hotel in the future. Don't live up to your parents' expectations."

Qian Zhihao smiled: "Mom, don't worry, I'll work hard. The location of our yelaixiang hotel is so good that it can't be broken by any means. My father is alarmist and alarmist."

As soon as the voice fell, Qian Zhenkun rushed out of his study: "Zhihao, where's the gourd in my study?"

Qian Zhihao turned his head and said, "Zhu Kaixiong took it."

Zhu Fengxian scolded: "Zhihao, no big or small, how can you call your uncle's name."

"He's always against us, not my uncle."

Qian Zhimin said, "brother, you're wrong. No matter how wrong your uncle is, he's always my mother's brother. We still want the most basic etiquette."

Qian Zhenkun said plausibly, "why should I call him uncle? I'm uncomfortable and it's awkward to shout. I might as well not shout."

Qian Zhenkun came up to him: "why did your uncle take my gourd?"

"He said he had no money, and my mother didn't give him money, so he took the gourd to exchange money."

"You didn't stop him and let him go through things at home?"

"I stopped it. I couldn't stop it. He almost raised the gourd and fell."

Qian Zhenkun shook his head again and again: "Alas, what a good gourd. What a pity."

Zhu Fengxian's indifferent expression, "just take it. A broken gourd is not worth much money. It's more cost-effective than him pestering us with tens of thousands of dollars in cash."

Qian Zhenkun said angrily, "what do you know? I bought the gourd with your father in antique street. The blue and white porcelain of the Qing Dynasty is more than 60000 yuan. The longer it is left at home, the more valuable it will be. It may rise to more than 100000 in two years."

"Ah!" Qian Zhihao was surprised. "A broken porcelain can be worth so much money!"

"Broken porcelain? You don't know that those seemingly insignificant things are the treasures left by our ancestors. Tens of thousands of yuan is still small, some hundreds of thousands, millions and tens of millions! There are also two in the study, a vase and a dragon tripod, each of which is more than 100000. Your grandpa bought them. Don't let your uncle take them away."

"Good, good." Qian Zhihao nodded again and again, and said in his heart that if one day he had no money, he could exchange antiques for money.

Two antiques, more than 200000, are enough for him to use for a while.