65: C65 Father and Son Reunite

C65 Father and Son Reunite

0When the sales manager saw Soong Yang limp to the ground, he was so scared that his soul was gone. He screamed.

The customers downstairs thought that something strange had happened in the internet cafe again, so they ignored the salesperson's obstruction. They all ran upstairs and saw the sales manager screaming in fear. The boss was lying on the ground in his clothes, and there was a large pool of blood beside him.

A bold customer came over and stretched out his hand to check his breath. He shook his head regretfully. "It's boring. I thought that he had died again. It's just that he fainted from anger."

When the sales manager heard that, he felt slightly relieved. He hurriedly ran to the boss's table and picked up the phone to call 120 for help.

Not long after, an ambulance rushed over and carried the unconscious Soong Yang into the car. The company had to close down early because they did not have the funds to stock up on goods.

In order to earn extra money, the crowd did not have any sympathy for him because he had fainted. They continued to shout with all their might before the ambulance left.

"Song Lang is a clever businessman. He lost face and lost money!"

"Mr. Song is doing business. He lost face and lost money!"

...

Soong Yang slowly woke up and found himself being carried to the ambulance. The computer company's door, which he had spent a lot of money to open, was tightly locked. A group of people shouted loudly from outside. He was so angry that he sat up like a mad dog who had lost a war. His eyes were red. They roared at the top of their lungs, "Han Qiang, did you..."

Before he finished shouting, his chest heaved up and down. He spurted out another mouthful of blood. The emergency doctor was covered in blood.

Clang!

Soong Yang lay straight on the stretcher and did not move.

The ambulance driver was afraid that he would slow down and anger the patient behind him to death. He hurriedly drove the ambulance away.

"Tsk tsk, he only shouted more than sixty times and he got so angry that he went to the hospital. It's so boring."

Zhao Loong touched his chin and looked at the twenty thousand yuan in his hand. His eyes rolled and he said loudly, "Everyone, continue shouting. Call a hundred times and send a change over."

The crippled beggar smiled and said, "The boss is so straightforward. Everyone, keep shouting!"

"Okay, we will shout!" One! The fat woman shouted.

"Song Lang is doing business with a brilliant plan. He lost face and lost money!"

"Mr. Song is doing business. He lost face and lost money!"

...

The farce attracted the people of the entire commercial street over. They watched the show from afar.

Wang Na looked at the whole process from the window. Her beautiful eyes were wide open as she exclaimed, "Mr Qiang is awesome. He really scolded that grandson into the hospital and went to reunite with his father."

Han Qiang smiled. "That grandson is mean and narrow-minded. It would be strange if he did not vomit blood when faced with such a big stimulation. Just watch. When he comes out of the hospital, he will change his ways to look for trouble with us."

Jia Wen covered her mouth and said with a smile, "In ancient times, Zhuge Liang was angry with Zhou Gongjin three times. Today, with Mr Qiang three times angry, he might become a good talker in the future."

Wang Na's fox-like beautiful eyes narrowed slightly and said with a smile, "How can three anger be enough? Soong Yang is such a fool who gave money. We have to keep it for fun. We have to play until he wants to live and cannot die."

"Sigh, who wants to provoke Ms Na? I'm afraid that there will be no good days in this lifetime." Han Qiang sighed.

Wang Na reached out and held his arm. She smiled amorously and said, "Is Mr Qiang saying that I am narrow-minded?"

"No ~ No ~"

Han Qiang saw that she was looking at a certain part of his body and his face turned green. He shook his head violently.

Jia Wen said worriedly, "Cousin, don't bully Mr Qiang. Although Soong Yang is a bit useless, his father is very powerful. You should think about how to deal with their revenge in the future."

Han Qiang smiled and said, "Ms Wen, don't worry. No matter how powerful their father and son are, they are only people who lived in the 90s. They can't even withstand a blow from us. We just need to wait for them to give us money and give us joy."

"What is the Low-Dimensional Strike? I feel that when Mr Qiang speaks, there are always new words. " Wang Na blinked her beautiful eyes in confusion.

Jia Wen pouted and said, "Cousin, don't always bully Mr Qiang when you have time. Go and read more. This word must be like an internet cafe or something. It must be the latest knowledge from overseas."

Han Qiang smiled and touched his nose, "What Ms Wen said makes some sense. But people are ugly and study more. Ms Na and Ms Wen are so beautiful. It is okay not to study."

"Little brother, you actually flirted with two older sisters. Do you want to die?"

Wang Na fiercely waved her fist, but her beautiful eyes were full of smiles.

Zhao Loong ran back happily, "Boss, it cost a total of eleven thousand eight hundred yuan. This is the remaining money."

Han Qiang did not take it. He smiled and said, "Take this money and treat Zhang Ming and pumpkin brothers to a celebration. Eat a meal and sing a dragon. I am not happy if I don't spend the rest of the money."

"Long live boss!"

Zhao Loong held the more than 8000 yuan in his hand. He was so happy that he jumped up and down. He turned around and ran out a few steps. He stopped in confusion. "Boss, we won so much. You and Ms Na, Ms Wen, don't celebrate?"

"Yes, Mr Qiang. Don't tell me you don't want to take us there?" Jia Wen said bitterly.

Han Qiang smiled and moved closer to Zhao Loong's ear. He gave Zhao Loong a knowing look. "Brat, if we go with you, will you brothers have a good time drinking and having fun?"

"F * ck! Boss has thick eyebrows and big eyes. I didn't expect him to know about this." Zhao Loong looked at Han Qiang in shock.

Han Qiang said righteously, "Don't talk nonsense. I want to send you guys away and treat the beautiful girls to a big meal alone!"

"Hehe, brother, you are not serious anymore. Boss is having fun with the sisters."

Zhao Loong grabbed the money and ran downstairs happily.

Wang Na looked at Han Qiang vigilantly. "Mr Qiang, why do I feel that what you said to him was full of evil?"

Han Qiang laughed and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. The company made over a million today. There is no business now. I will treat you beauties to a big meal at home."

Wang Na pouted unhappily, "You are too petty. After making over a million, you can go home to eat. No matter what, you have to go to a restaurant like the Dragon Palace."

Han Qiang laughed and said, "I, a billionaire, personally cooked the food. If you don't want to eat it, then forget it."

"Ah? A man like you knows how to cook?" Wang Na had a look of disbelief.

"If you want to see my culinary skills, then quickly pack up and save up the money you earned today. Then, we can go to the supermarket to buy ingredients together."

Han Qiang said as he went to his mother's office to store the money. Looking at the empty seat, he could not help shaking his head with a bitter smile. "Is my mother that anxious to carry her grandson?"

His mother said that his big brother was about to take the college entrance exam and that he would concentrate on cooking for him at home every day. However, Han Qiang understood very well that she was creating time for him to get along with a few beautiful women.

Jia Wen and Wang Na came over to help put the money into the bag and called Lan Siyu next door to get off work.

When Lan Siyu heard that Han Qiang was going to personally cook, her eyes were as wide as copper bells. "Mr Qiang is not joking, right? He knows how to write books, install computers, open a company, fight and scheme. Is there no way he doesn't know?"

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