Three days later, Luo Xiaojun reported Mu Sheng's situation to Yang Jun.

"Uncle Shi, Mu Sheng has dismissed most of the women, leaving only one woman named Pan Qiaoyun."

Yang Jun frowned when he heard this.

The body lying in the wicker chair moved reluctantly, showing a very impatient look.

Pan Qiaoyun is the female boss that Yang Jun met in a suburban farmhouse a few days ago.

To be honest, Pan Qiaoyun is indeed very beautiful, and she is very good at getting things done, especially the commotion on her body is even more unstoppable, and any man can't control himself when he sees it.

Pan Qiaoyun was able to be left by Mu Sheng, which seemed to be expected by Yang Jun.

"Uncle ......"

Luo Xiaojun stood aside, staring at Yang Jun with both eyes.

Hearing this, Yang Jun slowly closed his eyes and said quietly, "You know what to do, right?"

Luo Xiaojun: "Please show Uncle Shi."

Hearing this, Yang Jun opened his eyes and stared at him with a dissatisfied look.

"Didn't Mu Sheng expect that I wouldn't dare to do anything to him, just give him a little color this time."

After saying that, he paused, and then said, "Poke out the matter of his keeping a woman."

"Huh?"

Luo Xiaojun was stunned for a moment: "Uncle Shi, are you sure you do this?"

Yang Jun waved his hand: "Go ahead and do it."

Luo Xiaojun's mouth opened, and then said, "Yes, Uncle Shi."

Luo Xiaojun was very puzzled, he knew that Yang Jun did all this for Mu Sheng, but what he couldn't understand was why Yang Jun took the initiative to expose this matter since he wanted to protect Mu Sheng?

However, the reason why he can become Yang Jun's most trusted person is because he never asks why, and he will only obey what Yang Jun explains.

After Luo Xiaojun left, the guards came to report, who said that the colt asked to see.

Yang Jun waved his hand and asked him to call someone in.

After a while, the foal came.

This guy hasn't been seen for a long time, and Yang Jun is a little afraid to recognize it.

He had become fatter, much fatter than before, and a belt could barely hold his beer belly.

The colt squeaked with a leather bag in his nest, combed his big back and walked towards Yang Jun with a smile.

"Brother, how did you get today?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes: "If you can't chat, you won't chat."

When the foal heard this, he looked at the bucket next to him that was filled with fish, not to mention that there were no fish in the bucket, not even a drop of water could be seen.

Yang Jun's guards knew that Yang Jun couldn't catch a single fish, so they stopped filling the bucket with water.

"Hehe, my brother is a bodhisattva heart, compassionate, unwilling to kill, this is creation, it is a meritorious deed." The colt laughed.

Yang Jun slowly closed his eyes and said quietly, "If there is a fart, let it go."

"Brother, why are you getting more and more rude."

The foal smiled wryly, then scratched his head and sat down on a small stool beside him.

"Brother, this is the dividend of my distillery in the first half of the year, 300 million, you can take a look."

With that, hand over a check.

When Yang Jun heard this, he didn't pay attention to him, nor did he take the check, and still lay there motionless.

After so many years of tempering and polishing, he is really not interested in money now.

There are hundreds of mountains of gold and silver guarding his space, and there are countless banknotes, and he really has no interest in money at all.

Seeing that Yang Jun did not move, Ma Zizi smiled wryly, and then put the check on the low table next to him and pressed it with a teacup.

"Brother, I've got the check here."

"If you fart, let it go." Yang Jun said again.

"Brother, why are you ......?"

The foal sighed, "That's it, it's a clown to do this in front of you."

"Brother, I want to expand the scale of the distillery, you have to help me."

Yang Jun: "Lack of money?"

"There is no shortage of money."

Ma Juzi said: "Brother, the scale of my expansion this time is a bit large, and I am going to add horse rice wine, medicinal wine, and bamboo leaf wine to carry forward the traditional winemaking process again."

"Getting to the point." Yang Jun's eyelids lifted.

"Brother, you...... Well, I'll get straight to the point."

Ma Juzi paused, and then said to Yang Jun, "Brother, can you give me the recipe for your medicinal wine?"

"Don't worry, I'll keep the shares for you."

Hearing this, Yang Jun slowly opened his eyes and looked at the foal with a smile on his face.

"Hehe, after going around for a long time, it turned out to be a secret recipe for medicinal wine."

Ma Zizi blushed and said, "Brother, I'm not for myself, I'm thinking about the old men all over the world."

Yang Jun smiled, "Come on, you, what do you kid think, I won't understand?"

After a pause, Yang Jun continued, "I don't have the recipe for the medicinal wine."

"Brother, don't, just wait for the recipe to brew, there is still half of your shares here, you just don't do it for me, and you can't get along with the money."

Yang Jun waved his hand: "I really don't have a prescription."

"No, brother, if you don't have it, why have you kept the medicinal wine in your hand for so many years?"

Hearing this, Yang Jun smiled bitterly.

He really didn't have the recipe for the medicinal wine.

The reason why he has been drinking medicine and wine all these years is because he has a replication system.

As for the prescription, it was Cai Yufen's.

remembers that back then, she once sold the secret recipe of medicinal wine to Zhong Yuemin, and later Zhong Yuemin completely lost the opportunity to be a man, so the business of medicinal wine did not go on.

"I really don't have a formula."

Yang Jun said, "However, I can help you get it."

After speaking, Yang Jun asked the guards to find Cai Yufen's contact information and hand it to Ma Juzi.

"If you go to Dean Cai, just say that I said it, and she will give you the formula."

Cai Yufen was promoted by Yang Jun and is now the dean of the School of Science, Technology and Design.

Ma Juzi took Cai Yufen's business card and read it several times.

"Female?"

"Brother, you two ......"

Ma Zizi looked at Yang Jun with a playful expression.

He felt that this woman named Cai Yufen must have some kind of unsavory secret with Yang Jun.

Just imagine, a woman is in charge of the recipe of medicinal wine, and her relationship with Yang Jun is difficult not to make people suspicious.

Hearing this, Yang Jun glared at him.

"Look at me with this kind of look again, believe it or not, and take your eyeballs off as a bubble?"

"You also know this Cai Yufen, who was originally the deputy chief of the labor department of the rolling mill."

"Oh, it's her."

When the foal heard this, he suddenly realized.

After Yang Jun's reminder, he finally remembered who this Cai Yufen was.

Back then, this Cai Yufen was a loyal supporter of Yang Jun, and she was very close to Yang Jun at that time, and she was Yang Jun's left and right arms in the rolling mill.

It's just that after being transferred to the School of Science and Technology Design, the two haven't seen each other much.

"Brother, you have a good relationship with this Dean Cai."

As soon as the words fell, he saw a black shadow attacking, and before he could react, the whole person flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

"Brother, you don't talk about martial arts."

Ma Zizi clutched his chest and looked at Yang Jun with a pained expression.

At this time, Yang Jun was lying on a rattan chair with his thighs on his legs, not to mention how leisurely he was.

Yang Jun acted as if he hadn't moved.

Ma Juzi looked at Yang Jun with a puzzled expression, not knowing why he moved so fast, and he could lie back without a trace after beating him.

It stands to reason that he is not weak, even if he hasn't trained much in the past few years, but

The foundation is still there, and it is impossible for ordinary people to sneak attack him, let alone this kind of unpreventable sneak attack.

What the colt didn't know was that Yang Jun had already used the space mode just now.

He suddenly burrowed into the space, and while the foal was not looking, he flashed a sneak attack again.

In the eyes of outsiders, his figure only moved, and he didn't see anything unusual at all.

"Wude is the patent of Li Yuan's old gangster, what does it have to do with me?"

Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "I haven't beaten you for a long time, and my skills are rusty."

The foal clutched his chest and looked at him with a loveless look.

"You're still rusty, huh? How do I feel like you're more flexible than you used to be?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he smiled but did not say anything.

Seeing this, the foal got up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and made a small bench again.

"By the way, brother, this time the distillery expands, do you want to leave a stake for Sun Zhaocai?"

When Yang Jun heard this, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"What, this is reluctant?"

Ma Juzi: "No, the main thing is that this goods just take shares and don't work, and other shareholders have opinions......

"Well, let's be honest with you, not only do other shareholders have opinions, but I also have opinions."

"If you don't do any work, you can get tens of millions of dividends every year, and everyone is not happy."

When Yang Jun heard this, his face suddenly sank.

"When you built the distillery, I gave 100,000 yuan of shares for Zhaocai, and you can't touch his shares."

"But, brother, after several share expansions, the shares of Zhaocai have been almost diluted, and if the dividends are distributed according to the original shares, other shareholders are unwilling." Pony Road.

Yang Jun suddenly sat up and looked at him with an unkind expression.

"I don't care how you expand your shares, but Sun Zhaocai's part of the shares can't be less, that's what I said."

"Brother ......"

Yang Jun waved his hand and said, "Juzi, you have changed over the years, and you have become full of copper smell, open your mouth and close your mouth to talk to me about shares, dividends, and share expansion."

"I'm telling you, if I hadn't taken care of you, do you think your distillery would have been where it is today?"

Pony blushed and bowed his head and said, "No."

Yang Jun: "I don't mean to repay the favor, I only have one request, that is, Sun Zhaocai's shares cannot be less, no matter when."

The foal was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"Brother, I was wrong."

"I won't mention this matter in the future, you can rest assured, Zhaocai's part of the shares will never be less, even if he continues to expand his shares in the future, his part of the shares will not be diluted."

Only then did Ma Juzi see that Sun Zhaocai occupied an important position in Yang Jun's mind, and this status was even higher than he imagined.

For Sun Zhaocai, Yang Jun can do this, and it is conceivable that Sun Zhaocai has the status in his mind.

Ma Juzi couldn't help but sigh, if only he stayed by Yang Jun's side back then.

Don't look at Sun Zhaocai as stupid and naïve, but he is loyal to Yang Jun.

Not to mention him, even Yang Anguo, Yang Anbang and their brothers may not occupy such an important position in Yang Jun's mind.

To the point of Yang Jun, the standard of family affection can no longer bind him.

In Yang Jun's heart, the guards around him are much more important than their relatives on the side.

After all, once Yang Jun was in danger, those guards who could block bullets for him were much more useful than their relatives.

After the foal left, Sun Zhaocai appeared out of nowhere.

"Uncle Yang, thank you."

When Yang Jun heard this, he sighed: "Don't be angry with your uncle, he is also doing this for the sake of the company's good interests and the interests of other shareholders."

Sun Zhaocai said angrily, "I know, I'm not angry with him."

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to thank you."

When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes: "If you really want to thank me, you can usually make me less angry."

Sun Zhaocai heard this, and laughed: "That's not possible, if I don't make you angry, how boring you should be."

"Get out!"

Yang Jun scolded with a smile.

To tell the truth, Sun Zhaocai, a fool, has brought him joy, and when he is usually bored, he will play cymbals with him to amuse him and relieve his boredom.

"Uncle Yang, or I will withdraw from the distillery."

"For so many years, I haven't invested any money, and I'm embarrassed to always get dividends."

When Yang Jun heard this, he said with a calm face: "Don't feel pressure, with me, no one dares to do anything to you?"

"To put it bluntly, those shares of yours are actually mine, do you think your Uncle Pony doesn't understand this?"

Sun Zhaocai: "But since he knows this, why did he mention it again today."

When Yang Jun heard this, he snorted coldly: "He is testing me."

"Temptation?"

Sun Zhaocai scratched his head, looking puzzled.

Yang Jun said: "Okay, I explain to you that you don't understand, in a word, with me covering you, you don't have to give face, just listen to what you say, and if you don't like to listen, you can just smack it with a big mouth."

"Hehe, can Uncle Pony smoke it too?"

"Yes, of course."

A terrifying gleam flashed in Yang Jun's eyes: "You represent me, anyone can smoke it."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he patted his chest and said, "Listen to you, Uncle Yang."

"In the future, I will smoke whoever you ask me to smoke."

Yang Jun smiled when he heard this.

"Foolish."

"Hey, hey!"

Looking at this five-year-old Sun Zhaocai like a child, a hint of doting flashed in Yang Jun's eyes.

"Zhaocai, let's talk about five cents."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then pouted, "As long as you don't talk about my father and the horse widow, everything else is fine."

Yang Jun pursed his lips: "Don't talk about your father and the horse widow, how boring is that?"

"Then you better stop talking."

In the evening, Yang Jun was about to finish eating, and Yi Qiushui came back from outside.

"Husband, don't eat yet, Meizi invites us to dinner."

Yang Jun's hand holding the vegetables paused, and he was puzzled: "I haven't seen you for a year, what kind of meal do you invite us to eat?"

"Shouldn't the weasel give the chicken a New Year's greeting, isn't it good?"

When Yi Qiushui heard this, he gave him a blank look.

"How did you act as an older brother, you don't remember your sister's birthday?"

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

After thinking about it carefully, isn't today Yangmei's thirty-fifth birthday?

"Look at my brain, I've been so busy all day that I've forgotten that it's her birthday." Yang Jun patted his head.

Hearing this, Yi Qiushui rolled his eyes again.

"Yes, you're busy fishing every day, and you haven't caught a single one."

When Yang Jun heard this, his face darkened.

He hates it most when people say he's in the Air Force.

"I am compassionate, I have the virtue of a good life, and I can't bear to ......."

"Gotta get it."

Yi Qiushui stopped him: "I'll ask you, to go or not to go?"

Yang Jun glanced at Yang Qingxiang and the others on the table, and said, "I'm not going."

"At this time, you came to invite me to dinner, obviously hesitated for a long time, because you didn't want to invite me over."

When Yi Qiushui heard this, he looked at him coquettishly.

"Yes, with you, everyone can't let go, can't eat well, can't play well."

"That's it, forget if you don't go, I'll go on your behalf."

Yang Jun: "Okay, then it's hard for my wife."

Yi Qiushui gave him a blank look and looked at him with pity.

"Okay, then I'll get there."

After speaking, he said to Meng Wenya and the others, "You must serve Lao Yang well, do you hear?"

"Yes, sister."

The eldest woman had spoken, and several people didn't dare to slack off, so they hurriedly stood up and congratulated Yi Qiushui.

"Sister, you go slowly."

Seeing this, Yi Qiushui nodded with satisfaction, and then walked away with an arrogant face.

As soon as she left, Huang Yani said, "Husband, why has Sister Qiushui been looking for us lately, have we offended her somewhere?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "It's not that you offended her, it's that she's angry with me."

"Then how did you offend her?" Nalan Qingmeng asked.

Yang Jun smiled, "It would be nice if I knew how to offend her, but I don't know anything."

"You women are such strange creatures, inexplicably angry, and the relationship between husband and wife is completely determined by personal emotions and anger, which is really unreasonable."

When the crowd heard this, they all covered their mouths and chuckled.

"Women are inherently emotional creatures, and sometimes they play with their temper and make awkward noises, which is normal." Nalan Qingmeng said.

"Yes, every woman has a sweet dream, and she wants to be pampered by the man she loves, which is the nature of women." Meng Wenya said.

Yang Qingxiang: "Yes, sometimes I still want my son to spoil me."

Among the women, except for Yi Qiushui, Yang Qingxiang's son Yang Chengcai is the oldest, and sometimes Yang Qingxiang, as a mother, will also be coquettish with her son, and she looks envious of a group of women.

Hearing this, Yang Jun nodded with his hand.

"You remember, you are not allowed to be coquettish with a second man except me."

"But, that's our son, not an outsider."

"Neither will my son."

When Yang Qingxiang heard this, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Your vinegar is really not worth it."

When Yang Jun heard this, he pretended to be angry and said, "Have you learned to talk back?"

"I'll just talk about things."

"Hey, you, are you cleaning up?"

Yang Jun glared at her: "Believe it or not, I let you survive tonight and not die?"

When Yang Qingxiang heard this, her face turned red with shame, she looked at the other people on the table, and then lowered her head and stole fun.

Seeing this, the other women expressed their dissatisfaction.

"Old Yang, how long has it been since you came to my room?"

"That's it, you can't keep looking at Sister Qingxiang, right?"

"We're all your women, you want a bowl of water."

Facing the resentful gazes of the women, Yang Jun waved his hand.

"Don't intercede, tonight I see if I clean her up tonight."

Crowd: "......"

Last night, the wind and rain were fierce, and the peach blossoms in the yard turned red.

Early the next morning, Yang Jun lazily came to the river to fish after breakfast.

Put down the teacup, lie on the rattan chair, hold your head in your hands, and look leisurely at the pear blossoms in the yard that were blown by the storm last night.

Dog days are getting hotter and hotter.

Yang Jun lay down for a while, feeling slimy, wet, and very uncomfortable.

So I simply took off my shirt and lay there naked.

"Uncle Shi, the White Lotus is coming to you."

Sun Zhaocai walked up to Yang Jun, glanced at him, and waited for a long time before reporting.

"Qin Huairu?"

"Who else but her?" Sun Zhaocai urn sounded the urn and said angrily.

Yang Jun's eyes lit up when he heard this.

He waved his hand again and again: "Please."

Sun Zhaocai listened, and his mouth was so pouting that he could hang a soy sauce bottle.

Then he reluctantly twisted his ass and went slowly.

"You two, give me a little quicker."

Yang Jun urged, then turned back to the guard behind him.

"Go, get some tea and fruit."

After a while, two people walked in the direction of the door.

Qin Huairu didn't need Sun Zhaocai to lead the way, and trotted all the way towards Yang Jun.

The tired bird's appearance in the forest is very much like the joy of not seeing a lover for a long time.

"Junzi, you miss your sister-in-law."

Qin Huairu twisted her big ass and ran crookedly.

When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes: "Sister-in-law, it's wrong, you should want to kill me, right?"

Qin Huairu opened his arms, ready to give Yang Jun a hug.

But after hearing this, I was stunned for a moment.

"Aren't they all the same?"

Yang Jun said with a dark face: "That's different, especially in my family, if my wife hears this, then I still have a good time?"

"Giggles, which wife are you?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he was speechless and supported his forehead.

It seems that almost everyone knows that Yang Jun has more than Yi Qiushui's wife.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

When Qin Huairu heard this, he didn't rush to answer his question, but looked at Yang Jun's tendons with round eyes.

The muscles are firm and full, the lines are smooth, and the fair skin faintly exudes a bronze glow, which looks like a feeling of boiling blood and qi.

"Junzi, if you don't make good use of this body, you're really blind." Qin Huairu muttered to himself.

When Yang Jun heard this, he subconsciously made a movement with his hands around his chest, and looked at Qin Huairu with a nervous expression.

"Qin Huairu, don't talk nonsense, my body has been using it, you don't have to worry about this."

Yang Jun has always been the man Qin Huairu has wanted to get but failed to get for so many years.

used to take a fancy to Yang Jun's identity and background, and he was bent on slapping him up, thinking that he could have a relationship with him in the fat car, but ......

Now, she's pure appreciation.

She Qin Huairu can be said to have read countless people, but she has never seen a man with such a perfect figure as Yang Jun.

In the past, those men either had loose muscles or big bellies, but there had never been a man like Yang Jun.

How to say it, men like Yang Jun are not just men, but the criteria for thousands of women to choose a mate.

It is really enviable that a man in his forties can still maintain such a figure.