Chapter Two Hundred and Twelve
Everyone sat down, and the taciturn driver came in at the right time to deliver refreshments, and then closed the door tightly.
Except for Wang Xianzhu, no one was focused on those exquisite snacks. Wang Xingbao, the oldest, looked around, coughed lightly, and said, "I wonder what is the dispatch Mr. Li asked us to come?"
Rilke smiled and said politely: "I dare not take the call. I have something to do with you, so I have to discuss it with you."
Hearing Rilke's words, several people stood up and listened.
Wang Xingbao smiled and made a gesture of invitation, "You said that."
Rilke pondered for a moment, and suddenly stood up with difficulty in holding the chair, bowed to Du He, and said slowly and peacefully: "This matter is said to be because of my fate with Mr. Du."
The elders saluted to the younger generation. It was a taboo thing that was difficult to deal with. When Du He saw Rilke bowing properly, he quickly stood up, held Rilke's arm with both hands, and said repeatedly: "It's a tragic death. You are an elder and a senior. It's my salute to you."
After saying that, he helped Rilke sit back and gave Rilke a fist-clapping ceremony again.
It is one thing that people don’t care about this person in their hearts, but they can’t treat themselves as rude people who don’t understand etiquette. Rilke bowed and Du Hehui, so that it’s all done.
"My vault was stolen and misled by villains. I was very angry with Mr. Xiao Du. Mr. Xiao Du ignored his past grudges and was willing to give me this old man face. He is such a rare good young man. I misunderstood the first time."
After sitting firmly, Rilke took a breath and said with emotion.
Du He shook his head, and looked back on the past, and said with a sigh: "There were all things yesterday like the previous life. I didn't want to update at the beginning. I always felt that I was doing the same thing, but I didn't know that I was doing the same thing, so it would be better if I didn't mention it."
"Since we've said this, I'll talk more. Why do you want to steal Mr. Li's money? Your family is not short of money, right?" Wang Xianzhu asked curiously.
Exposing the scar in front of the person involved, it was still on the other party's chassis... Wang Xingbao slapped Wang Xianzhu hard, and felt that he had found a debt collector for himself. Wang Xianzhu pretended not to see it, and still looked at Du He expectantly.
Rilke was able to see it openly, waved his hand, and said happily: "Children's words are not serious, the headmaster Wang doesn't have to blame him. In fact, I can't understand this. If Mr. Du doesn't mind, I would rather hear it."
Du He looked at Jiang Zhongye gently. Jiang Zhongye nodded slightly and signaled Du He but said it was okay.
Du He talked about the causes and consequences of his stolen gold, but he was just careful and hid the key figures such as Li Ertong, Jiang Ling, and He Aiming inside. He was afraid that Rilke would settle the score later and then take revenge on these people.
"Mr. I am a businessman. I heard that your country's tradition is profit-oriented. Although I don't agree, it is difficult to directly determine whether you are right or wrong. But my family is also a businessman's foundation. The family's ancestral teachings are never allowed to bully servants. I saw that those people were really pitiful, but I was so angry that Mr. Rilke was cold-blooded and ruthless, and killed the lives of the people in the country. I wanted to teach you a lesson and also get back what they should get."
Du He said in a low mood.
When he and Jiang Ling and Li Ertong played Rilke with their passionate blood. He thought that the seamless plan ended up being defeated by one force and was regarded as a scapegoat for the weak without any evidence. During that period, he felt confused for a long time. Fortunately, he was inspired by Mr. Jin and found the direction again.
Du He, who was not able to grow up without any experience, thought that he was already more sober and clear than many of his peers, only after this incident, he truly began to restrain his luster and became low-key and introverted.
No matter how strong a person is, he is limited. Being strong will only bring disaster to innocent people.
This is what Du He learned from it.
Recalling this not-so-good past is a difficult choice for Rilke and Du He, but both of them face it calmly, Du He grew up, and Rilke also gave himself an understanding.
After a breath of time, Rilke leaned on the chair, rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, and said hoarsely: "It turns out that it is because of this... My wife often persuades me to do good deeds. I am very generous to the temples and churches of your country. I give them money and ask them to help me do good deeds so that I can remember all the benefits on my head... It seems that I misunderstood what my wife means."
Rilke looked at Du He with a rare serious look in his eyes, "Shanghai people say that every family has difficult scriptures. I can't even take care of myself. How can I care about other people's lives and deaths? I think so now, but today, if someone like you teaches me a lesson because of this, there may be another you in the future. From a business perspective, in order to save costs, I will be a little better to the workers."
A rare sincere words are both serious and arrogant and persistent. Rilke did not admit his mistake, but Du He has already obtained the answer he wants the most.
Du He knew clearly that in the local shops, the people who survived were not as good as those of the workers in the shipyard. Rilkeken had to pay a lot of money for him, which was enough.
Everyone lives for themselves and their families, and they have to make their lives on their own. Du He can't help more.
Standing up straight and bowed to Rilke, Du He said respectfully: "I hope Mr. Xiang will be able to treat his subordinates well with wealth and bring more and more workers under his command, so the world will be better."
Rilke laughed and said happily: "Okay, since that's the case, I've forgotten all my worries, it's really worth celebrating."
As soon as the topic changed, Rilke flipped his hands on the table, took out a document, spread it out, showed it to everyone, and said calmly: "Since that's the case, I plan to hold a World Magic Competition, which not only shook hands with Mr. Du and expressed his gratitude to celebrate, but also gave me a surprise to the wife who likes magic."
"The Magic Competition of the World?"
Several people exclaimed at the same time.
"How many people do you have to come? Mr. Li is such a thin camel bigger than a horse!"
Wang Xianzhu exclaimed.
Rilke's old face turned red. He even knew about his own affairs, which was really embarrassing.
Wang Xingbao gave Wang Xianzhu a header and said angrily: "That's a big family and a big business. I haven't read many books. What kind of articles do you know what it means?"
Wang Xianzhu shrank her neck and said "Oh".
Du He smiled slightly and admired him very much.
It was still an old senior who not only let Rilke off the stage, but also solved the suspicion of Wang Xianzhu's words being neither big nor small, and also flattered Rilke, and was perfect.
I don’t know how many times this Miss Xianzhu has caused trouble to train.
Rilke smiled reservedly and said very helpfully: "No matter how much money it doesn't matter for the worthwhile thing, just be happy."
Wang Yanzhu turned her eyes and glanced at the quiet Kazuhashi next to her, and suddenly said in a low voice: "You misunderstood that Du He steals your vault and just use a big competition to pay it back. Why did Mr. Li hire the master who steals the vault? Could it be that he really put aside his grudge with a smile, even if he says such a big revenge?"
Rilke smiled and said lightly: "This time I invited only Liankui, Rongxi and Luanping team, who knew..."
"Unfortunately, Luanping's squad is not well-managed and is on the verge of disbanding. The little girl's family happened to be in trouble. In order to continue her father's business, she had to acquire Luanping's squad and barely assume the role of the head teacher."
Chapter completed!