Before Cai Wen and Lao Zhangtou entered the house, they experienced a home-cooked meal: millet porridge with big buns.

Cai Wen wanted to open his mouth several times, but Bian Dad waved his hand in a special style, eat first, and then talk after eating.

He looked at Bian Dad's thick palms and Kong Wu's powerful body...... suddenly remembered Bian Hao's words.

This...... Let's stop eating and talk about it.

After eating, Bian Hao was sent to boil water, and Bian Dad led the two guests to sit on the sofa.

He looked at Lao Zhangtou sincerely and said: "According to age, I should call you uncle, I really want to thank you this year, you see that Hao Hao is tall, and he is strong, we have no ability to be parents, I often come to the house when I look back, I invite you to drink!" ”

Zhang Weiguo's eyes were almost out of sight, and he waved his hand and said, "Don't be so polite, you just shout brother like Xiaowen......"

Cai Wen didn't have a chance to speak when he entered the house, and he said with a straight face: "Look, this entry into the house hasn't had time to accept itself, Bian Hao's father, I'm ......"

Bian Dad listened silently and didn't interrupt, in fact, he was a little overwhelmed by these things.

He is just an ordinary man, doing ordinary work, drinking a little wine every day, and watching his son grow up day by day, he is quite content.

However, the man in front of him who was talking excitedly told Bian Dad that his son was a football genius and was born to eat this bowl of rice, and persuaded him not to delay the child's development......

There was a moment when he had the urge to throw out this man who was pointing fingers at his son......

Well, with that thin and dry physique, it is estimated that he is not as heavy as his son.

In fact, the most important reason why he can't accept his son to play football is that he doesn't understand!

A completely unfamiliar field, let him throw his most precious child into it, how can you tell him to rest assured, how can he rest assured!

Although he doesn't understand, he knows a reason.

Going to school step by step, with his son's grades, there will always be a good diploma, and it is not a matter of time before he has a good job and a rich and decent life.

But, kicking a ball?

How long can you play, can you get results, and can you let your child have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life?

Will it be hard, will it be injured, will it be a lifetime of disability?

He's still so young......

In the end, he is just a common man, if he is powerful and powerful, what if he tries, there will be a way out anyway.

He was a little disgusted that he was unproductive......

I want to smoke,

He quit smoking for 15 years and was a bit of a ......

“…… Therefore, in order to reduce your worries, we will ensure that the children's cultural classes are normal every day during the child's training...... At the same time, the child's school registration will fall in the third middle school, and the teachers who teach will also be hired in the third middle school."

He stretched out two fingers and solemnly promised: "Two years!" Just two years! If your child doesn't get grades, go back to school and start high school! We can all write this in the contract......"

Bian Dad spoke for the first time, and his voice was a little dry: "What do you mean, that Hao Hao can be admitted to the third middle school without taking the high school entrance examination, I understand correctly, right?" ”

"Yes."

"If the child doesn't get grades after two years, and he still needs him in the third middle school, can he still study from high school?"

Cai Wen smiled and nodded: "That's right, Bian Hao's father, and during these two years, the child still has a salary to receive, and we have to ensure his nutritional ......"

Bian Dad had some conditioned reflexes: "It doesn't matter if you have money or not, it's not about money!" ”

At this moment, the air seemed to be quiet, and only the clock in the living room was "ticking" to perform its function.

Ban Yu,

He turned his head and shouted to Bian Hao in the kitchen, asking him to quickly bring out the tea.

At the dining table, Bian Ma wiped the dining table shiny, she quickly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table to the kitchen, reached out and pushed Bian Hao, and asked him to enter the house quickly.

She lowered her head, cut the fruit and put it on a plate, and stood in the kitchen with an inexplicable expression.

"Tell your dad that you really want to play football?"

Bian Hao has never been so nervous when he received the Mr. Asia Award in his last life.

"Hmm...... Dad, you decide......"

"You say you're a man, what do you look like! Say! Think is think, don't want to ......"

"Yes! Dad, I love to play football! I want to prove myself in bigger competitions! ”

Bian Hao raised his head, and the enthusiasm and firmness revealed in his eyes asked Bian Dad to stop what he wanted to say.

In an instant, he showed a simple and simple smile on his face, and shouted to the kitchen: "Daughter-in-law, bring out the fruit quickly......"

He became a hospitable man, warmly greeting him for tea and fruit.

"Hoo ......"

Cai Wen's heart is clear, this matter is mostly done.

He was in a happy mood, and the more he looked at Bian Hao, the more he loved it.

He took out a box of cigarettes, gave one to Bian Dad, waited for the smoke to rise, and said sincerely: "Bian Hao's father, the chairman of Huitou Lange Group, Mr. Cai Lange wants to invite you to dinner, and then we can negotiate the details of the contract, the chairman is very sincere, and he is also very optimistic about Bian Hao's future development, you have a good son!" ”

Lao Zhangtou nodded with honor, and added: "This kid is the best I have seen to play football at my age!" ”

The old man smiled a little proudly, and his words were round: "There is no one!" ”

……

It was getting late, and the lights were dim outside the window.

This important meeting, which decided Bian Hao's future development, has also come to an end.

Once again, I made an appointment with Bian Dad for a dinner at noon on Saturday, and Cai Wen and Zhang Weiguo said goodbye and went out.

Bian Dad changed from a hospitable model to the head of the old Bian family again.

He sat on the sofa with a big face, his usual calm and leisurely appearance was gone, and he looked a little hesitant and bitter.

Such a big little kid is about to start making money?

He looked at the cigarette butts in the ashtray, took out 10 yuan from his pocket, and told his son to go downstairs to buy cigarettes.

When his son came up, he said that the tea was gone, and asked Bian Hao to boil the kettle water again.

It seems that only in this way can he forget that this rabbit cub is about to make money, and the salary is more than the two of them plus one......

"Annual salary...... 100,000, his father, why do I feel so unreal, I don't know the bottom of my heart......"

"I didn't listen to that Cai Wen, it's all written in the contract, so it shouldn't be fake."

Bian Ma put the cigarette box with the missing cigarette in her pocket without moving, and asked her husband's opinion.

"Otherwise, let Yaoyao follow, no matter what she says, she is a lawyer, or Haohao's aunt, she can always make people feel a little more relaxed......"

"That girl just interned, what kind of lawyer is she, and she hasn't even found a job...... Also, isn't that a big family already knows...... The old man has a bad heart and can't stand the toss......"

"If you don't say it, I'll say it! She knows more than the two of us, but she can't do it, so let her be stricter in advance. ”

“…… Hey, okay. ”

Things were out of control, and Bian Dad could only sigh.

This bunny cub ......