"Wait!" the old man on the bed said with some reluctance, although the next words were very embarrassing, but he no longer wanted to cling to these, if he lived, it was really better to live than to die.

Don't look at him as an old man, but he can't see life and death, one more second to live is a second, and one more moment to enjoy is a moment.

He didn't understand the truth of this sentence before, he only knew how to make money in distress, until his body was completely exhausted, he knew that he could no longer do what he wanted to do, and he could no longer eat what he wanted to eat, that he really knew that he had lived in vain for several years.

"Is there anything else?" asked Zhang Ping, looking back.

"Why don't you come to my house and be a cook?"

He could have paid a high price, he wasn't short of money, all he lacked was a chef who could make him have a good appetite.

There was some eagerness in his heart, he was afraid that the young man in front of him would not agree to stay and become a cook.

"No, I still have my own shop to run. ”

Zhang Ping directly refused, he didn't lack this money, he didn't want to get into trouble because of this money, it was not a wise move.

Besides, this Wang Junhao's eyes were about to eat him, if his eyes could kill people, he would have died a thousand and eight hundred times.

All in all, in a word, after staying, there is endless trouble, and endless soft knives.

"Why are you willing to stay?" asked the old man again.

It's just an ordinary person, and I've already started with a smile, thank you, old man Wang, who is that?

The people who call for wind and rain in Wuyue City turn their hands into clouds and cover their hands for rain, but everything that can climb this layer of relationship can basically go sideways in this city.

Zhang Ping still refused directly.

The old man was really a little anxious now, he struggled to get off the bed, and several servants next to him immediately stepped forward to support him, I was really afraid that he would fall to the ground again with an old bone, and it would be really terrible.

"Can you come over and cook me a meal every day?"

He said with some longing, the delicious food in his mouth was still reminiscing, he never thought that he who once called for wind and rain would beg for a bowl of noodles today.

But it was all worth it.

Zhang Ping looked at his pitiful appearance, a little unbearable, looking at Wang Junhao's gritted teeth, obviously he didn't want to let himself stay, so he wanted to stay.

"It's not impossible for me to stay, I have two demands. ”

"You say, you say, as long as I can do it, I will agree to whatever you ask. Before Zhang Ping's words were finished, the old man hurriedly nodded and agreed, he didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Just the thought of being able to eat a delicious meal every day, let alone anorexia, he can now run around this villa several times.

"First, I don't want to see this person in this room, and he can't appear here, the best way is to let him disappear from here and move out!" Zhang Ping said, pointing to Wang Junhao, who hated him so much that he hated him.

The servants lowered their heads and leaned against the door frames, and did not speak.

Wang Junhao clasped his hands around his chest, he didn't believe that his grandfather would kick his eldest grandson out of the house because of a bowl of noodles, but he overestimated his own weight.

"Okay, I promise, what's this second thing?"

"Grandpa!" Wang Junhao shouted a little unwillingly.

"Shut up!" the old man turned around and scolded viciously, ignoring his emotions at all.

Many people are a little messy in the wind, this living big baby grandson, is not as important as a bowl of noodles, which is simply a miracle in the world.

The old man can't care what other people say, he is already seventy or eighty years old this year, and if he doesn't go crazy for himself and live a good life for himself, he won't have a chance.

Although there is an afterlife, this is just a promise, and no one knows what will happen after death.

"You can say that if you can meet the second request, I will definitely meet you!" The old man thought about the food, so no matter what Zhang Ping said now, he would agree with his mouth, even if he wanted the stars in the sky, he had to find a way to take them off.

"I want 10% of your shares!"

As soon as Zhang Ping's words fell, a large number of rebuttals came from all directions, including men and women, and most of the people who said these words were the grandsons or daughters of the master.

As long as the old man's physical condition is not good in the past two days, his eyes are closed and his legs are kicked, then the shares in his hands will be all theirs, and when the time comes, anyone who is a little related by blood will be able to come up and get a piece of the pie, and the reason why they pretend to be so filial is for such a day.

But this old man has not yet been Missy, and when the time comes, a stranger will divide these properties first, so how can they be willing in their hearts.

Therefore, the voice of rejection was unanimously raised.

"No way!"

"Neurotic!"

"I think you're crazy about money, come on, this is a madman, kick him out for me!"

"Get out ......"

Zhang Ping's voice of questioning was as if he hadn't heard it, standing there leisurely, as if the voice of scolding was not about him, he was like an inconsequential person.

When the opposition was almost gone, he said again, "If you agree with me to cook a meal a day to nourish your stomach, it won't be long before you can eat anything else, and if you don't agree, I won't say it, I'll leave now!"

He didn't have time to pay attention to those little Luo Luo, he was a person who understood, and the power of life and death was in the hands of the old man.

So as long as the old man nods, no matter how much those clowns oppose it, it will be nothing.

The old man listened to the 10% shares, and the whole person was instinctively stunned for a moment, 10% of the shares is a lot, and now the company's pure profits, as well as the company's development of those subsidiaries, the annual income is hundreds of millions.

10% of the shares, if the company's efficiency is better this year, the dividends alone can be divided into 18 million, this kid's appetite is a bit big.

"Seeing that you hesitate, you may be reluctant, then you will slowly live on these nutrient solutions. ”

Zhang Ping shook his head and was about to leave, but the old man hurriedly stopped him, although money is more important, but compared to his physical health, it is not worth mentioning at all.

For his old life, he still cherishes it very much.

"I promise you! As long as you come over every day to cook a meal for me on time and take care of my stomach, I will immediately sign a contract transfer letter to transfer this 10% of the shares to you!"

The old man said very sincerely, there is nothing like his own life and health.