Old Wang Doesn’t Want to be Tragic

“Be obedient! Your fruits are all on credit. If you don’t have any money, how will you purchase fruits tomorrow?” 

Uncle Yu tried his best to convince Ji Lian Huo, only to see a little furry head appear from behind Ji Lian Huo again.

In Ji Dabao’s little hand, there was a brand new pink hundred yuan.

Ji Dabao triumphantly waved the money. It was stuffed into his clothes when Wang Zhao Mou was teasing him just now.

It took him a while to carefully pull the money out from his clothes.

Ji Lian Huo was stunned when he saw the money in his little nephew’s hand.

He took the hundred yuan in Ji Dabao’s hand and looked at it over and over again.

“This young master of the Wang family…” Uncle Yu paused, seeing Ji Lian Huo looking in the direction the car had left again.

Seeing Ji Lian Huo couldn’t move his eyes for a while, Uncle Yu let out a long sigh.

That night, Ji Lian Huo went to the clinic with Ji Dabao on his back. 

The doctor checked him for a while, and after prescribing the medicine, he gave Ji Dabao an injection in his ass.

After getting the injection, on the way back Ji Dabao was in a little daze. He heard that Ji Lian Huo went to pay back the money for today’s fruit.

“Excuse me, boss, your hands are dirty, can you wipe them first and then take this money?”

“Can you keep this hundred yuan for me, I will redeem it when I have money in the future?”

“Please……”

When the teenager was pleading, Ji Dabao couldn’t resist the drowsiness, he yawned and fell asleep on his uncle’s back.

After Wang Zhao Mou got in the car, the phone rang and the caller ID showed “bad old man”.

Rubbing the display of the phone, Wang Zhou Mou lowered his eyes for a moment. 

After a moment, he opened the flip phone, and the call was connected.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, Wang Zhao Mou subconsciously held his breath.

“Zhao Mou?” 

The familiar voice made Wang Zhao Mou feel sad. 

Three years ago, he personally organized his father’s funeral and watched the coffin buried in the ground with his own eyes. 

Now, hearing the voice of the old man again, Wang Zhou Mou’s mood was indescribably complicated.

And a little scary.

“Brat! Speak!” Father Wang took a deep breath and angrily shouted.

“I asked you to pick up your brother from school hours ago. Chang Gui would have picked him sooner than you!”

Chang Gui was a tortoise raised by his father.

“On the way.” Wang Zhao Mou cleared his throat, recalling the past, and his tone calmed down. 

His voice showed a bit of gentleness, “There is something I want to discuss with you.”

“What are you going to discuss?” Father Wang was very vigilant, “Are you going to open a shopping mall again??”

“No.” Wang Zhao Mou loosened the button of his shirt around his neck and said, “I want to change the name of the Wang Group.”

Wang Zhao Mou thought about this issue seriously. To avoid the tragedy of the Wang Group, changing the name seemed to be a quick method.

Although the Wang family did have some healthy competition with the Leng family, it was not a commercial war. 

Wang Zhao Mou guessed that the storyline of Mary Su’s novels was illogical. 

The author wanted to show the cold and powerful character of the male protagonist, so the Wang family was forcefully sacrificed.

Then if the Wang Group changed its name, would it be able to escape this catastrophe?

After Wang Zhao Mou asked to change the name of the company, there was a long silence on the other side of the phone.

“Let Old Qi answer the phone.”

Not knowing what the old man wanted to do, Wang Zhao Mou frowned slightly and handed the phone to Old Qi.

“Old Qi, has Zhao Mou been drinking?” The prediction on the phone was very accurate.

Old Qi glanced at his boss, he had no choice but, to tell the truth, “Boss, he drank a little bit.” 

“I knew it!” Father Wang said in a tone of ‘as expected’.

“Last time, it seemed that the lesson was not deep enough. Old Qi, when Zhou Mou wakes up, you can tell him clearly that the Wang Group is the result of the hard work of our Wang family, and the company will never change its name!” 

After speaking, the old man hung up the phone, and Wang Zhao Mou took back the phone.

(Translated by Beauty Brute.)

Thinking about the future, Wang Zhou Mou adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and quietly looked sideways at the passing scenery outside the car.