Mo Sikong just woke up.

He used to sleep until he woke up naturally, and the servants in the house knew his temper, so he slept in the dark, and no one dared to call him.

I got out of bed in my dressing gown, yawned a long time, and went barefoot to the balcony.

The balcony of Mo Sikong's house is bigger than the three-bedroom living room of others, and it is very bullish.

Everything has reached such a point, and everything is enough to prove that there is a financial strength of Moskong.

Moss has money.

How much money he has, even if it is himself, is not clear, anyway, it is to the point where he has money and is fearless.

For him, money is just a number, there are whole and zero, and it is also a means, but Zhang Kechi.

All things, for Mo Sikong, have a kind of thing that others can't understand at all, too many situations, it has always been like this, many times, once an accident happens, then more often, there are things that others can't understand, everything, has always been like this, there is no more things to understand.

No matter what others think, no matter what others say, when encountering this kind of thing, it will give people an indescribable existence.

"Uncle Ming!"

Mo Sikong stood on the balcony for a while, then pressed a small button.

"Young Master, is there something wrong?"

Uncle Ming's voice came from the ceiling above him.

"Come in, I've got something to do."

After a while, Uncle Ming came in.

Uncle Ming in Mo Sikong's mouth, let others hear it at first glance, he must be an old man, but Uncle Ming is not very old, and it seems that Mo Sikong is the same age.

This is not because Uncle Ming is well maintained, but because Uncle Ming is just twenty-eight years old.

Uncle Ming's father is the housekeeper of the Mo family, when he is old, he will let his son inherit his father's business and still be a housekeeper in the Mo family, and the second generation is absolutely loyal, so there is no need to doubt this at all.

In more cases, there is no doubt about employing people, which is also the usual style of Moscommon.

Too often, once you encounter such a thing, no matter what others say, it really doesn't matter at all, the important thing is that in too many cases, if you have such an idea, it is a big mistake.

Uncle Ming is twenty-eight years old, and everyone doesn't know who started first, so everyone calls him that, and Mo Sikong also calls him that.

"Young Master, is there something wrong?"

Uncle Ming sat down on the sofa, and the old god was there, as if he was the one who was missing him, and Mo Sikong had become the housekeeper.

In fact, it's not like that, Uncle Ming's friendship with Mo Sikong is excellent.

Some people think that if a son inherits his father's business, at least there must be a company, and it is really useless to be a housekeeper.

However, if there are people who think that way, when they know that Uncle Ming's annual salary is 2.4 billion, their jaws will definitely fall to the ground.

What is a working emperor, such a person is.

Even if there is a business, even if there is a group, does someone earn more Uncle Ming a year?

In addition to the annual salary, there are quarterly bonuses, year-end bonuses, and big red envelopes given by Mo Sikong during the New Year's holidays.

If you can be a housekeeper here in Moskong, you will be rich when you go out.

Uncle Ming is very low-key, and after sitting down, he ignited a Chinese team.

"I don't allow smoking here." Mo Sikong said.

Uncle Ming glanced at Mo Sikong lightly and said, "If I smoke one, I will die!" ”

"Are you a housekeeper?"

"I am!"

"Then why are you disobedient?"

"Smoke this cigarette and then be obedient."

"Haha......"

Mo Sikong smiled, walked in from the balcony, and sat down next to Uncle Ming, two men, miserable and handsome, with a slightly thin face, a tall nose bridge, and big eyes are comparable to the protagonists in the two-dimensional comics.

"You're smoking alone, is it interesting?"

Mo Sikong said, holding out his hand

"Give me one."

So, Uncle Ming also gave Mo Sikong one.

The two are actually brothers.

The friendship is very good, Mo Sikong can not trust anyone outside, but at home, he can always trust Uncle Ming.

Mo Sikong even said something like this, he said that if Uncle Ming is a woman, then he can be his virtuous helper.

In other words, if Uncle Ming were a woman, there would be nothing to do with Geqi.

The relationship between men is actually just a cigarette, or a glass of wine, it has always been like this, and there have never been too many thoughts, everything has come to such a situation, no matter what others think, everything is under the control of Mo Sikong.

"I'll go!"

Mo Sikong only took a puff, then extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, and then said, "Uncle Ming, you still smoke this kind of cigarette." ”

"I just like to smoke China."

"You can't get used to me, but you can't live without me."

"I'm busy, you called me over, what the hell is important to report."

A report is enough to show how bullish Uncle Ming is.

Too often, something like this happens, and no matter how much you say it, that's how it goes.

Ordinary subordinates obey the orders of their masters, and they are categorically not waiting for reports like this, all things have always been like this, too many times, encountering such accidents, there has never been too much change.

"You're at home, can you give me some face?"

Mo Sikong smiled happily.

Uncle Ming had a straight face: "I fell out of love the day before yesterday, and when people heard that I was a housekeeper, they brushed their sleeves and left on the spot." ”

"!"

Mo Sikong happily closed his mouth: "You just have a blind date with others, if you don't get along, it's called a broken cannon, what is a broken love?" ”

"I feel like a failure, I have a lot of money, but I can't even find a woman who loves me."

Uncle Ming said, "Don't give me such a high salary in the future, do you hear?" ”

Too much money is useless.

I thought Uncle Ming was joking, but in fact, it wasn't at all, it wasn't the first time he had approached Mo Sikong and asked for a salary cut.

Mo Sikong snorted: "If you want me to press your money, you dream, you want to do it here, it's 2.4 billion a year, even if you don't do it here, I will give it to your account, hit me every year, and the bonus will not be without you." ”

Uncle Ming said, "It's so painful! ”

The conversation between the two men is very strange, when encountering such a thing, I am afraid that everyone will think that the higher the salary, the better, and maybe someone will say that the uncle is a fool, how can anyone take the initiative to ask for a salary reduction.

It was clearly a kick in the head by a donkey.

However, the poor will never be able to experience Uncle Ming's pain.

"You have money, and you are miserable because you can't spend it all."

Mo Sikong said: "Uncle Ming, but have you thought about my pain, if your pain is a rock, then my pain is a mountain." ”

"Uncle Ming, you look into my eyes."

"Are we good brothers?"

Uncle Ming smiled and nodded vigorously: "We are good brothers, so I have to share your pain." ”

"What we're saying here, if outsiders know about it, they will definitely think that the two of us are stupid."

Uncle Ming's smile is also very charming, there are more women who pursue Uncle Ming, there are not a hundred, there are also ninety-nine.

However, Uncle Ming has always been single, in fact, he just hasn't met true love.

"I just want to find a cutie."

"By the way, young master, what the hell is the matter with you calling me over!"

Mo Sikong said: "Mo Dongtian's latest sanitary napkin, the advertisement is good, and the sales are very good......

Uncle Ming nodded: "Young master, you don't need to say it, I know what to do." ”

"What should I do?"

Mo Sikong asked.

So, Uncle Ming gave the answer: "I notified people all over the country to buy all their sanitary napkins." ”

"Holy!"

Mo Sikong almost died of laughter: "Okay, you, you know what to do, go and do it." ”

Of course, Uncle Ming knows what to do, and this matter is not so complicated, that is, he accepted the star who advertised, and then played the same anti-advertisement, and the effect was immediate.

It's always been like this, and it's never changed too much about everything, to the point where everything seems to have something that no one else can explain.

More often than not, when encountering such a thing, it will give people something that cannot be clearly expressed, it has always been like this, and there has never been too much change, and there may be some times when such a thing is encountered, no matter what others say, it will give people something that cannot be solved.

All along, more things have always been like this, there have never been too many accidents, it will happen so suddenly, but there will be times when you encounter this or that thing, and it will really give people something that cannot be compared.

"Then I'll do it."

Uncle Ming stood up and said, "You have to pay the money." ”

Just now I said that it was painful to have too much money, but now I suddenly became stingy again.

"Young master, you wear a nightgown when you sleep, can you put on your underwear too, and see your ......"

Mo Sikong also tightened his crotch and said, "You seem to be getting more and more." ”

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

Moskoon's cell phone rang, and he answered it.

"Xiaoxiao, you call me, is there something wrong?"

"Good!"

"Send me the address in a moment."

"I'll let Uncle Ming come over, don't worry, it's not a big deal."

"What, Qiqi is also there?"

"Okay, then I'll go over too, you help me say to Qiqi, I miss her."

"Wow!"

Uncle Ming shuddered: "Young master, your skin is getting thicker and thicker, I'll go to prepare the car now, and you can come out after changing your clothes!" ”

Mo Sikong shook his head and smiled, simply cleaned up, he was also a refreshed handsome guy, it has always been like this, no matter what others say, it has always been like this.

People are handsome, and God blocks and kills God.

"Young Master, where are we going?"

Uncle Ming drove his Bentley, calmly and calmly.

"Go to Lao Fengxiang jewelry store, it is the one in the pedestrian street of Haizhong District of Youcheng."