"Waste, Waste, Waste......"

There was an angry roar from one of the offices of the CJ Group branch, and although many employees passing by looked at each other, none of them dared to stay here longer, only Bae Jun took a cup of coffee, sneered wordlessly, and pushed the door and walked in.

In the office, Second Young Master Song, who was still in high spirits just now, was already like a quail with a shrunken head, standing there tremblingly, not daring to make a sound.

Opposite him, a man in his fifties was blushing, pointing at him for training.

This man is none other than his son Song Yuan.

“…… You say what else can you do, what else can you do, in addition to eating, drinking, and having fun all day long, you just look up at people with your nostrils, who gives you the guts, who gives you the power, what qualifications do you have to be arrogant and domineering outside.

Now, I'll get you a serious job, and you'll get me in trouble in a few months.

Don't you know who that kid is? That's what you can provoke, and you have come to me to complain. You're not ashamed, but I feel ashamed......"

"Isn't that a small shareholder of FNC......," Song Zehao lowered his head unconvinced and muttered.

"Little shareholder!" Song Yuan was really going to be laughed at, looked around angrily, directly picked up the folder on the table and smashed it, and roared: "I killed you waste, is he a small shareholder? Are you a pig? Haven't you been in MNET for a few months? What have you learned, and your mind is spent on those little stars."

Is that kid something you can mess with? He's a master now, and I can't afford to mess with you now.

You are a loser, you are trying to kill your son. ”

The more this man talked, the more angry he became, if it weren't for the other party being his son, he really couldn't just dismantle him.

Song Zehao listened to his father's words, and he was also a little panicked, but he didn't even dare to hide from the things that were smashed, and directly scattered the documents all over the place.

Trembling, he said, "Dad, this, won't it...... Don't scare me, isn't he just a director of a small company? Why is he a master again, does he have any background behind him......

"Background?"

Song Yuan was really stupidly crying by his son, if he had known that there would be such a son, he would definitely shoot him directly at the wall.

But now I obviously don't regret taking the medicine.

slapped him directly on the head, and Pei Jun, who pushed the door in, felt a little painful.

"You idiot, you think about the background every day, think about bullying people, do you think that you and I can be lawless if we become this minister?

Yes, you don't know, how can you just know with your shit.

I'm telling you, what they're busy with right now is how to win over that kid, and you're offending him at this time, ho-ho...... And have the courage to come to me to complain, if those people know, even your father and I will die with you.

Do you understand how to die together?"

In the end, even Song Yuan's own face was a little gray, and when he thought of a possibility, he closed his eyes tremblingly.

"Dad, what should I do now, what should I do......" Song Zehao's eyes were full of pleading.

He was scared at the moment, he was really scared.

Song Yuan has always been his backer, and it is also his arrogant capital, if he didn't really provoke someone who couldn't be provoked, he wouldn't be like this at all.

But now, looking at my father's appearance, it is obvious that things are big deals.

"What to do, how do I know what to do...... Get out, you get out of here now, just when I don't have your son......" Song Yuan looked at him with a pleading face, and kicked him directly, and said angrily.

"No, no, Dad...... You have to help me, you have to help me......" Song Zehao let go, was kicked in the ass, and immediately got up.

If he doesn't help himself, then he is really going to die.

Now the situation is not what he makes others do, but what others will let him do.

However, with the seriousness of Song Yuan's description, his brain is no longer enough, how can he think about it so much.

"Minister, why don't we call that dialect and ask the second young master to apologize to him, maybe the matter is not serious!" Pei Jun looked at it from the side, and immediately interjected during this gap.

"Yes, yes...... Right, right...... I apologized to him, I just argued with him for a couple of sentences, and he didn't have anything to lose, yes, that's it...... If he can dissipate his anger, I can kneel for him...... Dad, I'm going to call him, I'm going to call him......" Song Zehao nodded hurriedly.

That panicked and lost look, not to mention his high spirits in FNC Company, is a completely different person.

If the tongue sees it, it won't believe it.

Song Yuan also felt a trace of disgust for his son, you apologized to him, you knelt down for him, it not only damaged your face, but also his Song Yuan's face.

But when things got to this point, he didn't want to have a just in case.

"Then you can call Han Shenghao......"

Angry, he glared at his son before picking up the coffee on the table and taking a sip and sitting back in his chair in a depressed mood.

However, as soon as he sat down, Pei Jun gave a bitter look of bad news.

"Minister, things are a little bad, Han Shenghao said, that dialect has returned to China. ”

"What, I've returned to China!" Song Yuan stood up suddenly, and Song Zehao's face was even more ashen.

"It is estimated that the person has already boarded the plane, and Han Shenghao dialed him just now, but he didn't get through at all. Pei Jun shook his head and said.

While looking at Song Zehao, the corners of his mouth also set up a sinister smile at this time.

If at this time, Song Zehao was scolded for who was the coolest in his heart, in addition to dialects, it is estimated that Pei Jun is also one.

Normally, he was ridiculed and scolded by this young master.

This will fall on the other party's head, still in front of him, how refreshing it is.

"Do you have his phone?" Song Yuan frowned and said again.

"No!" Bae Jun shook his head and said, "I heard Han Shenghao say that he doesn't seem to like strangers calling him very much, but he does have an assistant who stays in Seoul to help him deal with things, and she should be able to contact him." ”

"Then let's go to FNC now?" Song Yuan frowned, and glared at Song Zehao hatefully, before he stood up and picked up his coat and walked outside.

Pei Jun dared to have any objections, even though it was a little dark outside, he immediately followed.