Please make money.

Even if she just stood there doing nothing, I still wanted to care for her, feel sorry for her grievances, and be angry at what happened to her.

The product is just standing there doing nothing - just go back to the drawing board and remake it, or if that doesn't work, sell it at a low price...

Therefore, when faced with the sophisticated woman's 'tiger mom' attitude and her statement 'it's for the good of the child', Ai Sanye did not object, but he did not agree either.

He just waved his hand and asked his daughter, who was clenching her fists and daring not to say a word, to sit in front of him.

"How are the puppy and the bunny? What did the doctor say?"

"..." Sister Yu shuddered when she heard that and subconsciously looked up at her mother.

The delicate woman gritted her teeth. She was still angry that her daughter was out of her control, especially because a rabbit ran away from home!

This kind of thing has spread throughout the wives' circle. Those who envied her before have now labeled her as "immature", "unable to educate children", and "heartless". Now when she goes out and hears people whispering, she always imagines that the other person is saying bad things about her.

As for whether it was true or not, that was no longer important. She just felt so ashamed that she couldn't hold her head up anywhere!

Master Ai San looked at his timid daughter and sighed silently in his heart.

He would rather his daughter be as lively and cute as Alia, even if she jumped up and asked someone to pin her to the ground?

That would at least prove that she has her own ideas, instead of being like a quail and being punched in the face now.

He softened his voice again: "Dad agrees that you can keep a pet, don't be afraid, but you have to take good care of it. Pets are also little lives, and we should respect life... Your mother's previous way of doing things was too radical, you should not learn from her."

Mr. Ai Sanye's low EQ does not mean a low IQ, and no matter how low his IQ is, he is not a psychopath.

If you look at those twisted criminals and serial killers, eight out of ten of them had unhappy childhood and family environments.

Cruelting and killing small animals is a manifestation of psychological distortion. Which normal parent would do this in front of their children?

If he wasn't sure that his wife was just big-breasted and brainless and not a psychopath, he might have kicked her out by now.

It's not as simple as letting her go home and reflect...

Cold and domineering - this is the universally recognized label for Master Ai San - he will only speak in a calm tone and in a nice manner in front of very few people.

Well, in front of even fewer people, he is just a younger brother, such as his second brother and second sister-in-law.

But aren’t they gone now?

Sister Yu looked at her father's encouraging eyes, pursed her lips, and whispered: "They are very good..."

"Well, what breed is that puppy?" Uncle Ai San tried to find topics that the children liked instead of lecturing them all the time.

This is what was said in the "100 Parenting Tips" that he crammed last night, and it seems to be working well so far.

Sister Yu's eyes brightened a little: "The pet store manager said that the puppy is a purebred pastoral dog... It's very rare..."

The little puppy she picked up before grew up to be the most traditional big yellow dog. I really don’t know how it ended up in the steel jungle of Tianhai City.

The delicate woman snorted, and Sister Yu shrank her neck and remained silent again.

"I have no objection to having a pet, but if you want one, you should get a more expensive breed. Mom will buy you a Shiba Inu or a Border Collie. They are well-behaved and obedient, unlike some puppies, Jane--"

"Okay!" Master Ai San interrupted her, and looking at his daughter's expression of autism again, he sighed helplessly.

"Xiao Yu, go back to your room and play. Dad and Mom have something to talk about. Aunt Wang——"

Aunt Wang quickly came over and took Sister Yu away, and the latter followed her obediently.

When there were only Mr. Ai San and the exquisite woman in the living room, it seemed that there was no one lower down in the ecological chain, so the exquisite woman became quiet.

Not only was he quiet, he even looked a little timid. He looked at Ai Rulin's face cautiously and was restless.

Master Ai San reached out and touched her body, and the delicate woman quickly opened the drawer and took out the cigarettes that had been stored for a long time, which were not even opened.

"I don't smoke, I've quit. Don't you remember?" Master Ai San took out a pen.

"...Oh." The delicate woman put the cigarette back, a little dazed: "You used to--"

"I quit smoking later. When Xiaoyu was eight years old, she said she didn't like the smell of my cigarettes, so she stopped smoking."

As an industrial boss who deals with engineers all year round, not smoking is simply an anomaly, and being able to quit smoking is even more of an anomaly among anomalies.

A cup of tea, a pack of cigarettes, and spending half a day looking at a drawing, this is the true portrayal of working in this industry.

Ai Rulin didn't care about these things before, but after he came back, he gradually changed.

Because Xiaoyu didn't like the smell of cigarettes on him, she quit smoking.

Because Xiaoyu doesn't like the black traces of organic oil on his hands, he always finds two pieces of clothes to wash and rub them by hand when he comes home - that way he can clean even the gaps between his nails.

He has never been the kind of person who cares about other people's faces. It would be better if he had his current status and position, and only others could care about his face.

The market value of the machinery and chemical industry sector is tens of billions, and the upstream and downstream industrial chains add up to hundreds of factories with nearly 100,000 people relying on him for their livelihood. There are many things that he decides on his own.

When such a big boss goes to the workshop, who will laugh at him for being dirty? They will only praise him for not forgetting his original intention!

But it was obvious that the exquisite woman didn't know, or had never discovered this matter at all.

But it seems that we can't blame her. If you count it, it has been several years. Mr. Ai San usually only goes home for half a day and a night to rest, and comes back once or twice a week.

The relationship between husband and wife cannot be described as respectful, it can basically be described as an extra hour and a night out...

Holding a pen, Master Ai San took out his checkbook and signed a check: "Take this."

The delicate woman was shocked by his action: "Rulin, you - I -"

"I've said before that it's time to rebuild my mother-in-law's old house so that Xiaoyu can go back and play during the New Year and other holidays."

"But those rural areas are dirty and messy. If Xiaoyu goes back..."

"No matter how dirty or messy it is, that's where you came from. Besides, what's wrong with the countryside? I came from the countryside, too."

The old Ai family was not a prominent family, and the three Ai brothers, who were born in the urban-rural fringe area, had no foundation in their early years.

The eldest son of the Ai family was working as a driver, Ai Rulong was a soldier, and the third son, Ai Rulin, started learning to repair motorcycles halfway through school.

It was after Ai Rulong returned from the army that he started out as a deliveryman, selling fruit and general merchandise, and gradually made his way up.

If we have to say there was a turning point, it was probably that after getting married, Ai Rulong's career went smoothly and he became successful.

So much so that even the old lady who disliked Beimei very much had to admit that Lu Wuxia was destined to bring good luck to her husband.

Of course, in Ai Rulin's opinion, that should be attributed more to the ability of his second brother and the assistance of his second sister-in-law, the virtuous wife, who did not lag behind.

The exquisite woman then felt a little relieved. She took the check and took a look at it. It was a full million.

"I will assign a special designer and construction team to repair the house. You are responsible for making the requirements and then paying the money. Let your family know that it is you who paid for it."

"Ru Lin..." The delicate woman was a little moved. After all, a domineering president is the easiest way to move a woman.

"During this period, just follow what I said before and spend some time with your mother-in-law. Take her on a trip for a while, maybe three months."

Master Ai San took a sip of the cold tea and said, "Three months is enough time for you and Xiaoyu to calm down."

"...Are you really going to send her to Alia?" The delicate woman gritted her teeth and said, "Rulin, when I went to serve our old lady before, she didn't have a very good opinion of Alia, and my second brother and his wife also--"

My second brother and his wife are gone, and Alia is just a little kid. Can she support this family?

Master Ai glanced at her, and his gentle tone turned cold: "That's not your business. The old lady has a bad opinion of Xiaoya, that's her business."

The delicate woman could only nod weakly, as if her husband had a special opinion of Alia...

"While you are with your mother-in-law, study hard, for example, read these books."

Mr. Ai San took out a book called "100 Tips for Parenting" and handed it to him: "The child will soon reach the rebellious stage, so you have to treat him well."

The delicate woman's eyes twitched, but she still took the book. As for whether she would read it or not, that was unknown.

Seeing that the other party was obedient, Master Ai San took out a gift: "This is the jewelry you said you liked before, the latest model. I originally said that I would take a few days off and bring it back to you. This is just right."

The exquisite woman's eyes lit up: "Rulin! You are so nice!"

The Third Master looked at the delicate woman who was holding on to the jewelry tightly, a trace of fatigue and helplessness flashed in his eyes. He could only lower his eyes and drink his tea silently.

What can I do? I can only take it slow... Alas...

……

……

Sister Yu closed the door, sat down with her back against the door, and carefully restrained her expression.

That 12-year-old face showed a maturity and silence that was not commensurate with her age. It seemed that the Third Master's daughter was not as well-behaved and obedient as she appeared?

But who knows...

She got up and walked to the desk, turned on the radio on the desk, and only calmed down when she heard the news coming from the radio.

She sat down and rummaged through the drawer, took out her diary but did not open it, just looked at the buckle in the sunlight outside the window.

After discovering that the hair that had been tangled in the buckle had fallen off, she calmly opened her notebook and began her routine diary entry.

"Dad is back today, I'm very happy... the little pet is very cute... Mom may be doing this for my own good, I don't blame her..."

After finishing her short diary entry, she plucked another strand of hair and pressed it against the buckle, closed the notebook, and carefully put it back in the drawer.

Could a girl who is so cautious that she takes a shower and changes into clean clothes in the hotel before going home really be a naive person who speaks out whatever is in her heart?

If you show a diary to others, it is no longer a diary...

She put down her pen and took out a piece of paper with the phone number Alia had written on it. It was the phone number she had given her last time at the hotel when she asked Alia to contact her if she had anything.

Alia's handwriting was extremely vigorous and powerful, and it didn't look like that of a little girl at all.

The three-character signature of Alia looks like the wielding of a sword or spear, with sharp edges and strokes.

Looking at these words, Sister Yu couldn't help but think of the figure standing on the ground in the rain.

That’s my sister, but my mother is still my mother—sister?

She looked at it for a few seconds, put the note away, and played with the paper cutter on the table. At the same time, a provocative voice came from the radio in the room.

It seemed to be an interview program, and the host was particularly pretentious and argumentative.

"Really? I don't believe it!"

125-No life without madness

"You do not believe?"

"I do not believe."

"I don't believe it either - but it's the truth!"

An engineer in work uniform flicked the paper in his hand and said, "This is what Party A wants!"

On one floor of the consumer electronics sales department, the designers were cursing collectively.

They are responsible for the design of home appliances, or more precisely, they are the repairmen responsible for the "industrial chain integration" of Air Home Appliances.

When making home appliances these days, you just need to see what molds and assembly parts are available, put them together, and you will have a good product.

As long as you do a good job of price reduction and promotion, it will be a hit, and it works every time.

But what do we have in our hands now? Huh? Is this something we can make?

What is smart home? What is full-scenario customization? What is cloud platform interaction? What is perception without breakpoints?

Please translate this for me, how(TM) should this be designed to be so(TM) sci-fi!

Going home is a kind of enjoyment, and home is a comfortable harbor - how many engineers and designers are needed for this?

Let's go to the rooftop right now! Want them to come down? They need to sign a document!

"Ahem... stop talking, Mr. Ai is here!"

When everyone was holding the client's requirements in their hands and wanted to curse, the engineering team leader strolled in and warned everyone in a low voice that the boss was coming.

Come on, let’s not go to the rooftop, let’s first listen to what Mr. Ai has to say…

Young Master Jing strode into the office, followed by two executives carrying boxes.

Most people in the consumer electronics sales department have gotten to know him these days. He is the famous second young master of the group, an elite sea turtle, young and rich.

Well, the most important thing is that he made three big moves as soon as he took office, and directly burned out several senior executives in their design department...

"I heard that the design department couldn't understand the requirements of this time's ideas. I came here to meet with everyone and communicate with each other."

Young Master Jing was not pretentious but rather very sincere - mainly because he had met Alia before.

The customer service representative didn’t know anything about design. He said that professional matters should be left to professionals and you should trust them.

Young Master Jing said, “I said it, but they said they couldn’t do it.”