After eating, Wen Bo slowly put the plate in the unified recycling place, and walked to the window of the aisle outside the cafeteria, standing in front of the window and looking into the distance.

Wenbo's already gray temples told him all the time that he was no longer young. Decades of work that have been almost continuous have also made Vinber's nerves more and more fragile. As early as three years ago, he proposed the idea of retirement to Luo Zhengtai, but Luo Zhengtai refused.

Luo Zhengtai hopes that Wen Bo will persist for another three years, at least to help his son Luo Zhiqi to sit firmly in the position of chairman. Who knew that three years had passed, and Wen Bo was still diligently tutoring, but Luo Zhengtai had no news.

Standing in front of the window after eating every day to relax his eyes for a moment is the only leisure time that Wenbo has during working hours.

Lao Luo is not in the group and has no leader, and Wen Bo, who stood up to stabilize the situation, is under great pressure, not only to ensure the normal operation of Tengtai, but also to ensure that Xiao Xiao does not make trouble, and also to let Luo Zhiqi take over smoothly.

Unwilling to have a heavy trust, Wen Bo, who was over the age of six, tried to calm Tengtai by himself. It seems that the wind is light, but in fact, every step is like walking on thin ice.

"Alas......"

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one left and right, Wen Bo, who always had a smile on his face, sighed softly, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Thirty seconds later, he regained his calm smile and walked towards his office.

There were still an hour and 40 minutes before the contract with Tian Jing was signed, and Wen Bo decided to use the gap to refine the two plans he had at hand.

Picking up the reading glasses case from the desk, Wen Bo, who had less than fifteen minutes of rest after eating, once again devoted himself to intense work.

……

"Bang!"

Guo Hua patted his solid wood desk with a muffled sound, and yelled at the other end of the phone: "Are you sure it's half past two in the afternoon?" ”

"It's true, Mr. Guo, even if I finish this deal, I will retire after I finish this business, can I joke with you about this?"

The person who spoke to Guo Hua was very sure of his sources.

Seeing that his people were so confident, Guo Hua also gave a little support, and replied after a moment of silence: "Okay, you can withdraw after finishing this, and the money will be sent to the place agreed with you." ”

"Okay."

The other party took the initiative to hang up the phone.

Guo Hua didn't put down the phone in his hand, and directly dialed Zheng Mei's phone again.

"At half past two in the afternoon, the sky is clean on the battlefield."

"Understood!" Zheng Mei's answer was concise and to the point.

After ending the call with Guo Hua, Zheng Mei turned his head to look at the sofa seat sitting beside him, who was holding a nail clipper to cut his leg hair, and said, "At half past two in the afternoon, act on time." ”

"Sorry questions!"

The second pole continued to concentrate on shaving his leg hair, without even raising his head.

……

At half past two in the afternoon, under the greeting of Tian Jing and the backbone of the Tianjing Battlefield, Wen Bo, who was driven by the driver, walked into the interior of the battlefield.

Most of the backbones of the Tianjing Battlefield are veterans who followed Tian Jing in Tengtai in the early days, and Tengtai has always treated his own people well, including the years when Tian Jing was in prison, Tengtai also took good care of these little brothers under him.

Therefore, after Tian Jing, who was self-reliant, came out with this group of little brothers, these little brothers gradually grew up and were in charge of their own stalls, but the incense love for Tengtai was still retained in their hearts.

That day, there was a scene where Guo Hua came to the battlefield to threaten Wenbo, which made the backbones of the battlefield who were still hesitant make a decision. came out to mix, the grievances and grievances were clear, there was kindness to repay kindness, and there was revenge. Since Tengtai took care of us so much in those years, it is now time for us to give back to Tengtai.

Even at the risk of confronting Guo Hua, this group of battlefield people who still have the blood in their bones still chose to transfer the shares in their hands.

Guo Hua must never have expected that it would be himself who made this transaction between the two parties.

At the entrance of a small store opposite the battlefield, Erlang's legs were lying on the rattan chair, and his already thin cheeks were wearing a pair of big sunglasses, which looked more and more nondescript.

"Brother Pole, why don't we go out to work now?"

Next to him, a horse boy wearing an army green T-shirt and the same style of flower shorts as the second pole, licked an old popsicle in his hand, and finally raised his own questions, trying to get the second pole to answer him.

The second pole replied lazily: "What are you going out to do now?" ”

Because he was wearing a pair of big sunglasses, he couldn't see what the expression of the second pole was now, but he seemed to be drowsy just by listening to the voice.

Ma Zai replied without thinking: "Go out and give Wen Yong and the two guys directly, and let the people in the Tianjing Battlefield see our horsepower!" ”

The second pole scolded angrily: "No, what kind of horsepower do you have when you step on a horse?" If you want to pedal a three-wheeled rein to collect some rags, you have to work hard, you open your mouth and close your mouth to tell me what horsepower, show that you can be enduring? ”

Ma Tsai picked at the back of his head and wanted to explain: "That's not..."

The second pole interrupted Ma Zai's words impatiently: "Okay, don't give me ink!" If you say what the eldest brother says, you can do whatever you want, can you speculate at will about the eldest brother's thoughts? If that's the case, why aren't you a big brother? ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

As the core horse boy of the second pole, the reprimanded popsicle boy also knew that his big brother was really a bit biao. As soon as he saw his eldest brother's braggadocio state come up, he knew that he should avoid the edge for the time being.

"Alright! I'm a little tired of this little wind, so take advantage of the sunny day to let me take a nap! ”

The second pole threw such a set of small words out, and less than thirty seconds after the words fell, a slight snoring sound was heard.

"Well, I really can't be a big brother like you." The popsicle guy wiped the dense beads of sweat from his forehead and chose to walk into the commissary to rub the electric fan of the commissary owner.

The owner of the commissary, who was originally sitting alone watching TV, saw the popsicle boy walking in alone, pointed to the two poles on the rattan chair at the door and asked: "Brother, what do you mean by that friend, suffering from heat stroke?" ”

"No, he takes a nap, and he's used to being healthy for decades." The popsicle guy explained casually.

The owner of the commissary said with a white face: "No, brother, let's not talk about whether the ultraviolet rays are strong or not, now the room temperature outside is more than 40 degrees, and he can't do it for an hour in the sun?" ”

There are elements of concern in this statement, but at the same time, I am really afraid that this little bastard who is not normal at a glance will turn around and die at the door of his own house, and he will have to pay a sum of money, which is not worth it.

After all, the current little bastard, in order to be able to eat two bites of food, in order to be able to get ahead, what can't he do?

"It's okay, my eldest brother's second pole is old and capable in the north of the city, and God has to give him face."

After the popsicle guy glanced at the two poles who were taking a nap in the sun with the eyes of a fool, he took another bottle of ice Coke from the freezer and drank it to himself, without even waking him up...