"No," Wei Qian said with some uncertainty, "Brother Xiong, you... slow down, what do you mean? Don't scare people with this if you're okay?"

Lao Xiong didn't respond, but just stood up and took the project proposal and placed it in front of Wei Qian in a steady manner: "Take this back and take it back and take a look. This is the material to attend the meeting tomorrow."

Wei Qian never successfully understood Lao Xiong's eyes - of course, in addition to being Lao Xiong's more scheming, he also had too small eyes and could not see where his eyes were without being close to him.

But Lao Xiong has always been cheerful and easy to contact. Most businessmen want to travel around the world. Except for Mr. Zhang, who has a good background in a spoon, there are few who are particularly weird in character.

However, at this time, Wei Qian felt the rejection from him that was about to spread into the air for the first time. Old Xiong sat back on the sofa cushion on the ground, crossed his legs with a little difficulty, and drew a cross to the Buddhist scriptures all over the wall.

He seemed to try to make himself look unreasonable and to make himself look a little crazy.

Sometimes, it's better to be crazy.

Wei Qian hesitated for a moment, said nothing, picked up the proposal, got up and left.

The business proposal is full of gimmicks and may be very touching, but it cannot impress Wei Qian.

Because they didn't have so many people in their early projects, Sanpang's education was not good, and his writing was not smooth, and Lao Xiong had to be responsible for making money and negotiating, so most of the work of making proposals and feasibility study reports was done by Wei Qian.

He knew all the ways these smokeless things were blown out one by one.

But taking a look at the gimmick, this is just an ordinary villa project, and Wei Qian really can't tell what's wrong with it.

On the way back, he held the project plan and thought all the way. Wei Qian still had the scene in his mind that day when the three of them followed Mr. Zhang to the small hill, looking down at the economic forest below.

What is the problem with the situation? Wei Qian pondered it carefully several times, but he couldn't even think of it.

After all, he is still young and has too limited experience.

In the end, Wei Qian had only a shallow shadow in his heart. He couldn't tell where the shadow was, but he had a kind of resistance in his heart, thinking that if he could not do this project, it would be best not to do it.

But the old bear...

Before leaving the house the next morning, Wei Qian finally managed to block Sanpang, and Sanpang took his car to the company.

"Well, don't mention this." Sanpang waved his hand carelessly, and every gap in fat meat was filled with trauma.

"Aren't you in a hurry to leave at that time? I left a sentence to let me stop him, but I didn't explain how to stop me - I don't usually have too much business contact, you, you swear, and leave me such a big task, so I didn't mess with me with it - Yes, I stopped me, but Brother Xiong asked, I couldn't tell you how ugly I was, and I couldn't stop it at all. At that time, I thought it wouldn't work, so I made a call to my sister-in-law. I originally thought, wouldn't this be more effective than going to the West to invite the Buddha of Tathagata, but after the phone call, I just explained the consequences of the matter, and then I cried."

Wei Qian: "Who? My sister-in-law was crying?"

Sanpang nodded with grin: "Isn't that true? Sister Chen Lu is a master of the Tathagata's magic palm. Okay, she cried? When I heard that this must be the sky falling, it scared me and asked what was going on. As a result...ah, it's really..."

Wei Qian stopped the car and waited for the red light, and asked slowly: "What's her illness?"

"Do you know?"

Wei Qian: "After listening to the sound, Lao Xiong didn't explain it clearly to me."

Sanpang sighed: "They have been married for so many years and have never had children. They don't want to have children. My sister-in-law has never been pregnant. She may have been born. She started with a tumor in her stomach when she was very young, and she was the place where she gave birth. You know? She had two or three surgeries before and after, but she couldn't stop the recurrence. The safest way is of course to have a cut, but she herself disagreed and still wanted a child."

No wonder……

"Didn't my sister-in-law dance before? They seemed relaxed and actually exhausted their physical strength. She has the kind of competitive personality of being too catching and physically unable to hold on. She had to quit at that time. Brother Xiong said at that time that the rear was broken and it was nothing great. She asked her to cut it off, but she refused. In the end, the two agreed to raise it for two years. If they could have children, it would be best. However, it was not the fate of the couple, so they didn't plan to take it anymore and asked her to have surgery. As a result, when she went to the hospital for investigation, the doctor said that it might have become cancerous."

The red light passed, and the car behind him honked the horn impatiently. Wei Qian came to his senses and drove the car out: "Is it confirmed?"

"It's confirmed, why would Lao Xiong cry like a real bear that day?" Sanpang's voice fell down. He paused for a long time before continuing, "This disease, some people will not die for twenty or thirty years after they have it. Like Wu, some people may spread in one or two months. Chen Lu is that kind... The luck is relatively bad - Qian'er, anyway, it's just this matter, what do you say? This project will be passed later. Do you sign or not, right?"

Wei Qian knew that he had no reason not to sign this.

The young man lost his father, the middle-aged man lost his wife, and the old man lost his son - the three great sorrows, Wei Qian caught up with one by himself, and Mazi’s mother caught up with one, and she saw that the old bear might soon catch up with another.

Is it difficult to live, or is their life harder? Wei Qian really doesn't want to know this answer.

When he was a child, he thought that he could not be without his parents. If he had no such support for his feelings, he would rather die.

After a few years, he thought that he could not have no money. If he had no basic living security, he might as well die.

Later, he thought that he could not be without dignity. If everyone looked down on him, it would be better to die.

However, he lost them one by one, some of them were later obtained, and some could never be found again, but he was still alive.

Perhaps the atmosphere in the car was too depressing. Sanpang looked at him and tried to liven up the atmosphere, and said, "Two days ago, I heard Mr. Zhang's big foolings talk about pseudoscience with me. He said that there is such a rumor in the world. People with low body temperatures are prone to cancer, and people with high body temperatures are prone to cardiovascular disease. We must sooner or later enter one of the two killers of human beings. When I heard that this rumor in the world is not going to be anything, but in the truth, it is really that true. We live without disasters or illness. Let's all think about it as soon as possible - your old lady is fine, right?"

Wei Qian did not answer. After a while, he answered the question irresponsible: "If I had one day, I would go to a place where no one could find and wait for death and not to cure it."

Sanpang didn't take it seriously and laughed: "Of course you say that now."

"The same goes for the future." Wei Qian slid his car into the company's garage smoothly. "The two children will grow older in the future. When they should get married and work, what annoy me? The difficult things will be for me to end."

Sanpang looked at him. In the dull garage, he felt that Wei Qian's face was filled with a deep self-deprecation.

Wei Qian stopped the car, turned off the engine, and sighed: "But that's the future, and now I have to make money for them."

Sanpang suddenly felt that what he said was wrong. He considered that his younger brother and sister would start his own family in the future, but he pulled himself out and put him in a cold-eyed position, and seemed to have no idea that he would marry a wife and have a child.

"Qian'er," Sanpang couldn't help but say, "Do you think about getting married, or at least find a girlfriend?"

Wei Qian was stunned.

"You can't always be single. Xiaobao and Xiaoyuan are all big. You don't have much burden now. Shouldn't you find one? Besides, your old lady is like this, and she will need multiple people to take care of you in the future."

Wei Qian frowned quickly, still psychologically resisting, but then he thought again, this is the same.

People must have a home, right?

You can't be the only one at home, right?

The meeting went smoothly on that day. Wei Qian's silent indulgence cleared the last obstacle for Lao Xiong, and Lao Xiong's proposal was quickly passed.

Lao Xiong made great efforts to promote it. Within half a month, he signed a framework agreement and cooperation agreement with Mr. Zhang. One month later, the project company and the management team were officially established, and the preliminary work of exploration, planning, land acquisition, etc. was carried out in an orderly manner.

The other end of City C is busy. There are too many places that require people to take charge in the early stage of the project. Generally, Sanpang doesn’t interfere much. It’s all Lao Xiong and Wei Qian running. Now neither of them is better than each other. Each of them has to take turns running around.

Fortunately, Mrs. Xiong is willing to use a nanny for Lao Xiong, and fortunately, Wei Zhiyuan is still there.

On the day Mrs. Song was discharged from the hospital, Wei Qian rushed back after the meeting and happened to see a taxi parked downstairs. Xiaoyuan carried Old Lady Song and Xiaobao was carrying things from behind and asked the elevator to open the door for them.

From a distance, they all look like adults.

Even Xiaobao did what he said and really tried to take care of Old Mrs. Song. Although she was clumsy at the beginning, her experience gradually matured over time.

Where is Xiaoyuan?

Xiaoyuan always seems to have endless energy. Wei Qian didn't know if he felt he had enough sleep and was affected by normal schooling. However, when he watched, the family affairs, the outside affairs, Wei Zhiyuan's studies and the life of the whole family seemed to be taken care of by both hands. At least in Wei Qian's eyes, Wei Zhiyuan was at ease.

After another long negotiation and tug-of-war with the local government, Wei Qian went home on a business trip for more than two months.

Both children seemed to have gone to school, and Old Mrs. Song was napping in the house.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Wei Qian threw his suitcase to the door and started washing and cooking. Before the vegetables were cut, Wei Zhiyuan was back.

He walked in and said, "Brother, I'll do it."

Wei Qian: "It's okay, I'll do it. I'm back today, so you can take a day off."

Wei Zhiyuan did not argue with him, stood behind him for a while, then found an opportunity, and unexpectedly reached out from behind, clamped his elbow, pinched the back of the kitchen knife, and snatched it.

Wei Qian: “…”

Wei Zhiyuan pressed his ear and whispered: "I'll tell you all."

Perhaps because he was too close, the sound kept drilling into Wei Qian's ears. He couldn't help but shudder, and quickly turned his head and dodged without any hesitation.

Wei Qian wandered around for a few times and compromisedly and said, "If you come, come, do you still have eggs? I'll make some egg soup for drinking... Hey, fuck, Wei Zhiyuan, are you going to rebel?"

Wei Zhiyuan hugged him from behind, shaking his feet off the ground, and in a posture of moving large pieces of furniture, he invited him out of the kitchen without saying a word.

"I'm planning to force the palace to usurp the throne." Wei Zhiyuan put him down and said proudly, "Let's start with the imperial kitchen first."

This was not like Wei Zhiyuan's usual tone. Wei Qian was stunned and leaned against the door and looked at him.

When he came back from a business trip, Wei Zhiyuan seemed to have some indescribable changes. Wei Qian found that during the days when he was not at home, this boy who should have been as tired as a dog seemed to have some vitality.

He was not as he had before, always as if he was worried. Although Wei Zhiyuan was not sleepy on his face, he was in good spirits and even became a little cheerful.

"I don't think it's better to hire a hourly worker. I won't let my grandma see it. Just make some meals for you every day." Wei Qian paused and asked again, "Where is the school busy?"

"It's okay." Wei Zhiyuan said in a good mood, "Our club has been making some commonly used gadgets recently, and it was sponsored last week."

"Sponsorship?" Wei Qian was stunned, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Wei Zhiyuan looked back at him: "Then reach out to ask you for money?"

Wei Qian felt that he was speaking too naked, so he coughed dryly and said with a reserved look: "That's not the case, it depends on whether the things you made have investment value."

Wei Zhiyuan poured the cut vegetables into the pot. In the sound of a piece of oily flower, he said: "No matter how capable you are, I can't always rely on you. Men have to go out and go around by themselves."

Otherwise, what will I take care of you in the future?

Of course, Wei Zhiyuan swallowed the second half of the sentence back.

"Come on, little boy, you're still panting when you say you're fat." Wei Qian smiled, "Tell me, how did you find a sponsor?"

Wei Zhiyuan happily told him: "We tried to advertise at the beginning, but later we found that the advertising expenses were too high and the effect was not very good, so we stopped. Then we tracked the contact information of the target investors online, sent the advertisement directly to their email address, and made a non-appointment call for a while. Unfortunately, the emails were often blocked, and the non-appointment call would be directly intercepted by the front desk most of the time. This would not work, and in the end we came to the door one by one."

Wei Qian couldn't laugh——a few college students rashly came to sell their team for sponsorship, so how many times did they turn their eyes on?

Not to mention those big bosses, even if he himself, when he encounters this, he probably doesn't even bother to raise his head, so he just blocks it.

"It's very difficult to ask for someone." Wei Zhiyuan said, "but the result is good, and finally the request is here."

Wei Zhiyuan took the weight easily and did not describe his feelings after all the experiences in the middle. He has always been an outstanding student with a high IQ, but his resilience has never been very good. He is much smarter and more calm than his peers, but his ability to withstand setbacks does not match all this - in this regard, he is not even as good as Xiaobao, who was scolded by his elder brother since childhood.
To be continued...