Please make money.

"Yes, if we don't do this, how can we lure Mr. Lei over? Manager Jiang, you can't take benefits from others and not do anything for them!"

"..." Manager Jiang looked away guiltily. It was obvious that Lei Fan held a very important position in his heart, at least more important than the heavyweight Miss Kong.

"Awei - tell me the truth, what's going on?"

Lei Fan's tone sank as he discovered that his most trusted brother was hiding something from him.

How can this be tolerated? If you dare to deceive your superiors and subordinates now, will you be corrupt and abuse the law in the future?

"...Mr. Kong from Haili asked the investment department to entrust us with operating a large amount of capital and then help them enter the advertising and media industry. However, there is a prerequisite, that is, Mr. Lei, you have to go in person."

"What kind of prerequisite is this?" Lei Fan was confused. Wouldn't it be reasonable for him to go there in person?

Moreover, as far as we can see now, the other party is giving money and face, and even using the excuse of his daughter's birthday to soften the cold business atmosphere when negotiating business. This can no longer be said to be very sincere. If a manager from another department were to go over there, Mr. Kong would probably be able to vaguely see some of his father's shadow in him.

What's wrong with Ah Wei? Why does he seem to dislike others so much?

“…You didn’t go there to talk about business.”

"What do you mean? If we don't talk about business, can we still talk about feelings?"

"Ah."

"... Wait a minute, what do you mean by um?" Lei Fan was slightly stunned: "I don't know Mr. Kong either, what kind of feelings do I have?"

"His daughter has met you and is said to have fallen in love with you at first sight. This time we are discussing business, everything else is negotiable. As long as you agree to go on a blind date, then there is room for negotiation."

Manager Jiang lowered his head and said this. This was why he didn't like Kong Sanlengzi - wasn't this a pure threat?

If the blind date with your daughter doesn't work out, then why don't you just stop doing this business?

Lei Fan is being put on the fire inside and out, he can't move forward or backward. If the deal is successful, it's just a beauty trap, if it doesn't work out - Lei Fan, are you worthy of the group!

When Kong Sanlengzi made this request, the executives sitting in the conference room were dumbfounded. Is there such a willful boss?

However, when I thought that even if the other party came to talk to them, he did not forget to give each of them a pancake on the spot, it seemed normal to be so willful.

It's someone else's family business and is not restricted by others. How they want to mess things up is simply their business, right?

Lei Fan stared at the invitation in a daze, then looked at the same invitation that Manager Jiang handed over, and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing that the truth had been revealed, Manager Jiang could only bite the bullet and give him the invitation: "We each have two, and Mr. Kong specifically asked to give them to you."

However, under his control, everyone pretended that this incident had not happened, and Jiang Wei was prepared to take responsibility for it himself.

If you, Kong Sanlangzi, don't want to make money, then don't make any. If you fail to complete this order, the worst that can happen is that I, Jiang Wei, am not capable enough. It's just that you will lose two months' performance bonus.

Reputation? If it was his own reputation that was ruined, it would be his own. This matter would not even come from the investment department.

Mr. Lei is still the pure white lotus that emerges from the mud without being stained. He has no idea that such a thing has ever happened.

But she had never expected that there was a traitor in the investment department - oh no, she was not from the investment department - her conscience was extremely bad!

Jiang Wei glanced at Alia, then lowered his head when the latter looked over, waiting for Lei Fan's decision.

"...Pfft!" Lei Fan was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing: "That's it? Huh?"

"No, Mr. Lei, that Miss Kong—at least 200 kilograms, and probably weighs less than 300 kilograms on the scale!"

"Not that heavy, only two hundred and thirty-three." Alia scratched her face: "She'll definitely look good when she loses weight. She's not too ugly now."

"It's not important." Lei Fan finished laughing, shook his head and put the invitation aside: "I'll go back when the time comes, Awei."

"Mr. Lei, please tell me."

"From now on, don't worry about these things. Just report what the other party says. I will handle it personally."

"But--"

"No buts." Lei Fan leaned on the backrest, feeling a little emotional: "It's not easy to be a father. I accompany my willful daughter. She thinks highly of me and treats me like this. Whether it works or not is a matter of personal feelings. And if Miss Kong likes me, even if I refuse, will she immediately turn against me?"

"..."

"Besides, do you really think that Mr. Kong can expand his business to such a large scale purely out of willfulness? He made those pancakes just for you to see, and he had already started to lower the price in his mind at that time."

Alia interrupted him: "It's true that we can lower the price, but the pancakes are really good - would you like to try it?"

"I may not be used to this." Lei Fan took it and tasted it, and said vaguely: "Such a big onion, and... huh?"

He chewed a few bites, looked at the pancake in surprise, and raised his eyebrows: "It's more palatable than I thought. The taste of the green onion is actually very refreshing and sweet."

"Let's go and see him. It's not easy for everyone. It happens to be his birthday tomorrow night. Maybe we can meet during the day?"

"During the day?" Lei Fan ate a cake and said, "Isn't tomorrow's daytime Sunday? Miss, you are obsessed with destroying the place - ahem, the washing machine - tomorrow. I have to watch it and can't get away."

"It's okay. She will come back in due time. I'll also invite her to be a guest at the event."

"Oh - are they the kind of guests who give comments? Are there any activities like this?"

Lei Fan hadn't even watched the Sunday garden tour that the advertising and marketing department had rushed out. He was worried that smashing the washing machine directly on Ai Ruhu's face would cause dissatisfaction on the other side, and then the conflict among the top management would intensify - didn't the eldest lady say that now is not the time?

"That's not the case. She's a talented guest." Alia said with emotion: "Everyone has their own areas of expertise. You will be able to see her inner beauty tomorrow."

"Really? Then I'll wait and see."

065-I get crazy after eating

When Alia saw Master Jing, he was peeling an apple.

"Have you eaten?" Alia asked.

After staring at Alia for three seconds, Young Master Jing pointed at the apple in his hand and answered in reverse: "If you haven't eaten it yet - have some?"

"Well, I'd be very sorry to refuse." Alia sat down obediently and began to order food: "After all, this is a VIP intensive care unit, so let's order something light."

Having just eaten a belly full of seafood, Alia couldn't eat any meat or fish at the moment, so she just had two pounds of high-end fruit.

"What kind of fruit do you want to eat?"

"casual."

"apple?"

"Not really, only apples?"

"peach?"

"I think the peach is too sweet, is there a lighter version?"

"Horseshoe?"

"I never understood why this thing could be classified as a fruit. What do you think?"

I think? I think when a woman says "whatever", she means she wants to do something...

Fortunately, Alia was not too picky about food. After picking and choosing for a while and showing off nearly half of the fruits on Young Master Jing's bedside, she was satisfied.

After rubbing her stomach and burping, Alia finally remembered to care about her stinky brother: "Are you okay?"

"Not bad." Young Master Jing thought to himself that it would be really okay if he didn't have to peel fruit for you as a tool.

But now - it's hard to say. Don't see Arya. Seeing Arya will make you unhappy. That's probably it.

"Why did your father hit you? Really." Alia was filled with righteous indignation and resolutely resisted, strongly condemning: "He hit you as if he were hitting his son."

Young Master Jing rolled his eyes and asked, "Is it possible that I am really his son, and that there is a paternity test to prove it?"

In a sense, Ai Ruhu can be considered to be restrained. After all, this is just the Big Bi Dou of love, not the Seven Wolves of love.

The main reason for being hospitalized was because Young Master Jing had been throwing a tantrum, and in the end Ai Ruhu threw him in without a care in the world.

The meaning is very simple. If there is a disease, treat it. If there is no disease, then see if he has any hidden mental illness.

After all, if this hospital really counts, it is also an asset of the Ai Group, but it belongs to the property department - but Ai Ruhu still has the ability to say hello.

Alia listened to Young Master Jing muttering about Ai Ruhu's reaction for a while, and stroked her chin to give him bad advice - cross it out - and give him some advice.

"I have more experience with losing both parents, so trust me."

"...Can we say something auspicious?" Young Master Jing rubbed his forehead and said, "Besides, not everyone is as open-minded as you are."

Young Master Jing didn't want Ai Ruhu to die, or in other words, most of the conflicts with family members would not reach the point of life and death.

He just wanted Ai Ruhu to acknowledge his hobby, or at least not to disturb him. They could live peacefully and happily. The world was big enough to accommodate two ideas.

Of course, Ai Ruhu doesn’t think so. He believes that since Young Master Jing is his son, he has full control over him, just like his own private property.

No matter who tries, this matter will not be helpful - can't I discipline my own son?

"I didn't make your parents die. I meant busy. Busy."

"busy?"

"Yes, your case is a family conflict at best, and a disobedient child is probably useless. Just a beating will do the trick. Ai Ruhu has no interest in that. He just hit you twice when he was angry. If you don't believe me, ask yourself, is that right?"

"..." Young Master Jing felt that there seemed to be some truth in this.

"So what you mean is..." Young Master Jing gestured: "Try to find something to keep him busy so that he will forget about my little matter?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Alia looked at him like a fool. "If you forget your little thing, will he think that your little thing is right?"

"will not."

"That's fine. I'll still have to deal with you when I remember. That won't do."

"No?"

"No, no, no."

"so what should I do?"

"Again, keep them busy—"

"But didn't you say it was useless?"

"It's useless to be busy with other things, but what if I'm busy with your own things?"

Alia slapped her thigh and said, "If your story gets out, they'll see that compared to those big things, this little hobby of yours can even be considered worthy of praise. Wouldn't that make them accept it?"

Young Master Jing always felt that something was not right. Was it possible that Alia was just adding fuel to the fire?

But on second thought, Young Master Jing, who knew his old father well, felt that this plan seemed feasible.

Or only in this way can the old father, who has deep-rooted prejudices against things he has not touched, at least take those little hobbies seriously.

——Compared to those little hobbies, we should be thankful that he doesn't do anything else.

"Then what should I do?" Young Master Jing took a deep breath and said confidently: "I should go racing?"

"…speed racing?"

"Yes! Speeding!" Young Master Jing imagined his own decadence: "I'm going to speed, speeding in cars with no speed limit, speeding in cars that are not defined - I'm an alcoholic! I'm staggering during the day, and drinking from a bottle at night! I'm also going to gamble, betting all my fortune! I'm putting Swiss bank drafts on it! I'm asking him to clean up my mess, and it hurts so much!"

Alia blinked, as if she didn't expect this person to be so... despicable.

"Is it possible, I mean, that you could be a little more normal?"

"Be more normal?" Young Master Jing thought about it for a moment and nodded. "Then I will act like a fool. If someone touches me, I will scream, cry, and roll on the ground. If he says something to me, I will just go to the rooftop. If he dares to throw things at me, I will find a rope to hang on the door of his room that night, and let him see me hanging the next morning!"

"..."

Alia suddenly felt that Ai Ruhu was very kind for not hanging this guy who said "look at me hanging" and then beating him up on the spot.

Is it possible that even without himself and Xiaojie, this guy can still fight Ai Ruhu on equal terms?

"I'm talking about career..."

Alia sighed: "Have you ever thought that you have entered the company now."

"Yeah, what next?"

"My uncle obviously wants to give you a chance to take over the power, so you have to make some efforts to show your ability, right?"

"..." Second Young Master Jing looked at Alia, then at the coconut in her hand: "That—sister?"

"Ok?"

"If you can't catch any fish, you can buy them. There's no need to pump the water directly, really." The second young master Jing shrank his neck: "I'm not interested in the power of the group..."

"..."

066-Alia with a sharp eye

What does it mean to buy? Is that possible? A fisherman will never come back empty-handed!