"Xiao Ming is still young and ignorant now, and he will definitely do something when he has a goal." Lao An said, and asked Wang Xiaoming to come and sit down.

Wang Xiaoming nodded obediently, and then sat on the plastic chair next to Wang Dalong.

It hadn't been more than five seconds before the plastic chair slammed and died.

Wang Dalong: "......"

Lao An squatted down in pain, An Yuexi looked at Lao An's painful appearance in a daze, this chair was bought for twelve yuan.

"Did I raise a son or a white pig!" Wang Dalong looked up to the sky and roared, feeling that he had lost face.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Dalong kept hinting to himself in his heart that the "fat pig" in front of him was his own.

After a long time, Lao An calmed down his bad mood, pointed to another chair next to him and said, "It's okay Xiao Ming, you can sit there." ”

Wang Xiaoming nodded obediently, as if the shattering of the chair just now caused him unbearable pain in his buttocks, and he still has palpitations.

Then, he sat down cautiously in another chair, and the next second there were a few creaks, but at least they hadn't cracked.

Seeing that this chair did not repeat the mistakes of the past, Lao An's hanging heart settled down.

At this time, Wang Dalong opened his mouth and said: "You have also seen that my son has this virtue after dropping out of school, and there is nothing else except a family squatting degree.

For the sake of my uncompetitive son, I decided to open a rookie station, so that he could have a proper job and not waste his time every day. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Dalong glanced at An again, and it seemed to have a deep meaning.

Wang Xiaoming has always kept his head down, and Wang Dalong has solemnly discussed with him more than once about his own life and work, and Wang Xiaoming's face is full of embarrassment.

Scratching his head helplessly, Wang Xiaoming mustered up the courage to say to Wang Dalong: "Dad, why am I squatting at home, can your thoughts not be spicy and old-fashioned, I'm just a house." ”

As soon as Wang Xiaoming's words fell, Wang Dalong loosened the belt on his waist, stared at him with a pair of cold eyes and said, "Hehe, I'll give you another chance to reorganize the language." ”

Seeing the belt that his father was used to, Wang Xiaoming instantly shuddered.

In Wang Xiaoming's mental memory, this belt was bought back from Jiangnan Tannery, and God knows that a low-grade goods with eight yuan, nine cents and nine free shipping will be so durable, and he has not broken it for eighteen years. This made Wang Xiaoming feel extremely distressed suddenly, and he was inevitably beaten.

But now is not the time to discuss these things at all, because Wang Xiaoming saw that his father Wang Dalong's face was extremely unkind, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

Between being beaten hard and compromising softly, Wang Xiaoming chose the latter.

Wang Xiaoming sat up straight and said with a serious face: "Dad, of course I won't be squatting at home all the time, I just haven't found a suitable job and goal yet." ”。

Seeing that his son had softened, Wang Dalong's eyebrows raised slightly, and he said lightly: "Then tell me, what kind of job do you want to find, and what kind of goal are you going to customize?" Let's make a five-year plan first, and I'll take a look. ”