Wei Chengshu just watched his son, Pidianpidian, follow Weixi out the door.
After a while, there was a tinkling clatter from outside the yard.
Butler Zhou was devastated when he heard Wei Xi say that he was going to hang a sign at the gate and prepare tools, but now seeing that the second young master was unable to stop the young master, he stomped his feet anxiously: "What can I do, sir, come back If you see the house being made like this, you will definitely be furious!"
Hearing this, Wei Chengshu hesitated for a moment, but still followed out, and immediately saw two people busy at the courtyard gate. Wei Xi was carrying that hideous hammer and was looking at the position seriously, and from time to time he hammered a few hammers on the position he liked. The well-built little white face behind him: "Tutor, go and get the sign I wrote."
However, there was no need for this person to move at all, and Mike, who had been watching his actions with piercing energy, jumped in place in an instant.
It found the sign Weixi needed with unparalleled precision. It was a wooden sign with the three characters of Taicangzong written in ink on it. Wei Chengshu tasted it subconsciously and felt that the handwriting was pretty good-looking. Why do the cards become more and more familiar
Butler Zhou rushed out of the room wanting to cry without tears, muttering something in his mouth: "Why did you tear down all the door panels in the house!"
Wei Chengshu: "…"
The size and weight of the door panel made it very difficult for Mike to hold it. He could only bite the corners and drag it on the ground. However, Mike refused to give up at all, as if this job was a great deal. Butler Zhou was very contradictory, grinning menacingly, and the blue eyes of the boss were full of mental retardation everywhere.
Butler Zhou dared not provoke the overlord, so he could only detour to dissuade Weixi, holding Weixi's arm, so sad that he wanted to kneel down for him: "Young Master, Young Master, you can't help it, Young Master, even if you tear down the door. Now, what are you saying about your avatar hanging outside? Mr. will definitely be angry when he sees it when he comes back!"
Wei Xi turned a deaf ear: "You came just in time, the door is shaking so badly, you can press it here to fix it."
Butler Zhou ran back and begged Wei Chengshu: "Second Young Master, think of a way, have you forgotten how angry your husband was after his wife changed the living room sofa last time?"
Of course Wei Chengshu didn't forget, the headache was worse than when he woke up from a hangover, he stared blankly ahead, only feeling that he had never experienced such a speechless moment in his life: "What can I do. "
Butler Zhou was really about to cry now. Seeing that Wei Xi had already started to instruct Tuan Yi Yi to twist the iron wire on the courtyard door, in desperation, he could only take out his mobile phone and dial Wei Tianyi.
Wei Tianyi is participating in the expo, which is the time for the meeting. He was half-suffocated by the rebellious behavior of his eldest son in the morning. At this moment, he received an untimely call from the housekeeper and was very dissatisfied: "I have to call now for something important. !"
The housekeeper didn't bother to apologize, and after describing the chaos at home, Wei Tianyi sounded like he was about to collapse immediately: "What! Tell that little bastard to stop me immediately!"
Butler Zhou took his mobile phone and looked at his second young master, Wei Chengshu was silent for a moment, took the phone and walked towards Wei Xi, and said gloomily, "Dad has something to tell you."
Wei Xi looked at him, took the phone he handed over, and felt that it was not the same as the one from Tuan Yi, and it seemed to be more refined.
He asked Wei Chengshu, "What is he going to tell me?"
When Father Wei heard his voice, he immediately exploded, so Wei Xi soon heard a familiar shout from the phone: "Wei Xi!"
Wei Xi immediately understood, imitating the people he saw on the road and sticking this thing to his ear, and at the same time recognizing the voice, he was a little dissatisfied with the person who scolded him for no reason not long ago: "Why is it everywhere? you?"
Father Wei was so annoyed by this: "You! You! Are you going to be mad at me?! Is what Xiao Zhou said true! What are you going to nail on my courtyard door?!"
Wei Xixin said, how could this be your courtyard gate? Obviously it's mine: "Of course it's the plaque that nails my Taicang Sect."
Father Wei was furious: "Hurry up and dismantle that broken board for me! Can't you hear me! What's it like to nail this thing on a good door!"
Wei Xi felt the same when he heard this. The wooden signboard was indeed not imposing at all. Which of the serious sects did not have a huge stone tablet in front of it? Even more powerful can even use the entire mountain wall to engrave door rules, but unfortunately he does not have any of these. Unity is right, it's really hard to have no money.
He rarely gave the other party a tone of approval: "You are right, but don't worry, using this wooden plaque is just an expedient measure. When there is a chance in the future, I will replace it with a stone plaque."
Father Wei shouted suffocatingly: "Who told you this!!!!"
His throat was so severe that Wei Chengshu, who was standing aside, could feel his hysteria.
Wei Chengshu also felt suffocated.
Immediately, he heard a series of upside-down scoldings from his father. Hearing the sequence of words, it seemed that Wei Xi had been so angry that his mind became unclear. Wei Xi also felt that the increasingly sharp voice made his ears uncomfortable. He removed the object and learned the movements he had seen before poking on the screen. He poked a red dot, and the screaming disappeared.
The sound is gone, but the utensils are not broken, and the screen still emits a dim light.
Wei Xi realized that he had already touched the skill of manipulating this thing, and couldn't help squinting his eyes, and his interest in it increased greatly.
So of course he stuffed the phone into his pocket.
Wei Chengshu was still immersed in the conversation between his eldest brother and his father. Seeing his actions, his gloomy eyes showed confusion: "...what are you doing?"
Wei Dedao said that the wealth of mortals cannot be robbed, but the Wei family is not ordinary mortals, but his newly acquired younger brother. For King Shan, the younger brother's treasure is of course his own treasure. Wei Xi felt that his logic was very reasonable: "This is mine."
"..." Wei Chengshu looked at his eldest brother who had left the housekeeper's cell phone in disbelief, "Where's your own cell phone?"
Wei Xi still remembered the conversation he had with Lu Wenqing: "I lost it."
Wei Chengshu: "..."
Seeing him staring at him with wide eyes, Wei Xi thought he was not convinced, and frowned immediately. Although Wei Dedao ordered that he couldn't eat people, it was still okay to beat a disobedient little brother.
However, the other party didn't pounce on him as he thought, just looked at him for a while, then turned his head away silently. I don't know if it was an illusion or not, Wei Xi actually saw an indescribable bleakness from the back of the other party's departure.
Wei Chengshu walked to the gate in despair, and was pulled by the anxiously waiting housekeeper Zhou: "Second Young Master, why is the second Young Master still starting construction? Couldn't your husband persuade him?"
Wei Chengshu said in his heart that your husband was probably so angry that he had a cerebral hemorrhage.
Butler Zhou understood his eyes, let go of his hand in disbelief, and then suddenly remembered something when his second young master was about to leave: "Then, second young master, where is my cell phone?"
Wei Chengshu: "Go to him yourself and ask for it."
Butler Zhou: "Huh?"
Wei Chengshu wearily broke his hand: "don't ask me, don't ask me anything,"
He also wanted to find a place to be quiet.
***
The boys in the house finally stopped coming out to make trouble. Weixi then directed Tuanjie and Mike to hang up signs. The project was in full swing, and suddenly someone called his name from behind: "Weixi?"
Wei Xi looked back and saw an elegant-looking middle-aged man standing behind him. The man was wearing casual clothes and rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. Although the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, he still looked very energetic.
When the other party saw Wei Xi's face, he snorted in surprise: "It's really you, I thought I was wrong. You said that you child, why did you run out for so long? Uncle Zhao called you. You can't get through on the phone, so your family should be worried. You're too naive."
Wei Xi immediately understood that this person knew the little unlucky guy, and hummed vaguely.
Uncle Zhao didn't bother much, he just came back after a few words, his eyes swept across the messy yard of the Wei family, and he was stunned by the plaque on the iron fence of the courtyard gate: "What are you doing?"
Wei Xi said: "Nail the plaque."
Uncle Zhao didn't know why, so he read out the words on the plaque one by one: "Taicang Sect? Did you do it?"
Weissy nodded.
Uncle Zhao laughed and said: "You kid, you were still making a scene before, but in a blink of an eye, you started a company. What business do you do?"
Weixi didn't understand for a while, but Tuanjie had already come up: "Catch ghosts to exorcise evil spirits, feng shui fortune-telling, do everything."
After Tuanjie finished speaking, seeing Weixi looking at him, he explained in a low voice: "Master, don't underestimate your neighbors, proper promotion and publicity are needed in the early stage of the business. Besides, these are all invisible customers, say no. There must be money to be made.”
Wei Xi was thoughtful when he heard the words, but Uncle Zhao was confused by Tuanjiyi's answer. He looked at Wei Xi and saw that the other party nodded in agreement.
"Ah..." He didn't know what to say, didn't the Wei family do electronic parts? How come the eldest son is still a magician? He smiled awkwardly and joked, "It's very good, but I didn't expect to learn fortune-telling. Would you like to count one for me first?"
Unity Yi whispered to Wei Xi: "Look, I'm right, isn't the guest here?"
Wei Xi is not interested in fortune-telling, but it doesn't matter, he is very interested in money now.
So when he heard Uncle Zhao's joke, he immediately spread out his hand: "Gua Qian."
Uncle Zhao was actually not as interested as he appeared to be, on the contrary, he was very dissatisfied with the fact that young people who were good at work would engage in fraud if they didn't do their jobs. When he made this request, he also wanted to embarrass the other party on the spot, in order to prevent the neighbor's children from accidentally going astray. Therefore, seeing that Wei Xi really dared to agree, he immediately asked, "How much."
Wei Xi glanced at Tuanjie, who had no experience with Tuanjie, and said with a smile, "Just look at it and give it."
Uncle Zhao took 500 yuan from his wallet and handed it to Wei Xi. When he handed it over, he was still thinking about how to scold the child for a while.
Who knew that Wei Xi received the money, and the first sentence shocked him: "You just had a sudden illness recently?"
Uncle Zhao raised his head abruptly, and the gaze staring at Wei Xi behind the lens changed from gentle to extremely sharp.
He did have a serious illness last month. His condition was urgent and fierce, and he was sent to the ICU on the day of the onset. However, in order to avoid confusion within the company, the news of his illness was immediately blocked. Except for his confidants, he did not even disclose his two biological sons who were overseas until he was discharged from the hospital. In the drum.
How did Wei Xi know this kind of secret? Could it be that the Wei family installed eyeliner in their company? !
Wei Xi asked again: "A few months ago, did any old people close to the family died?"
Uncle Zhao was stunned again, his father did pass away in June. The old man moved to Toronto early, and there are no relatives or friends left in China. Even if there are, they are thousands of miles away from their hometown. The funeral was held directly abroad, and the company did not go out to publish a draft. should not know.
Could it be that his father told him? The Wei family's eyeliner is really so powerful
Uncle Zhao couldn't help but think about it for a while, but he was more willing to believe that this was done by manpower than Xuanzhi and Xuan's fortune-telling. Unexpectedly, Wei Xi did not give him any room to digest, so he continued: "When you were born, you had a difficult childbirth, you also encountered disasters when you were five years old, you failed in school when you were sixteen, and you also encountered work when you were twenty-eight years old. Problem. So you went to the south to do business, but the process was not smooth, and it was not until the age of thirty-five that you were able to make a fortune. Unfortunately, the family was mediocre, and the children under the knee were very ambitious but not capable."
Uncle Zhao has been stunned to hear it. He once heard his mother mention about the birth and dystocia. When he was five years old, he did fall off the ridge and knocked out a tooth. When he was a child, his grades were poor and his family had no money. At the age of 16, he started to work, and at the age of 28, the state-owned enterprise that he stayed at was rectified, and he had to go to sea to do business. Doing business is not easy. When he was young, he was innocent and was always deceived by all kinds of tricks. It was not until the age of thirty-five that the hard-working company finally got financing. Since then, it has skyrocketed to where it is today.
The bitterness of the past is still vivid in his mind. He still remembers how he cried bitterly when he went home and hugged his wife after signing the financing contract, but all this should not be known to outsiders!
It's easy to say how he made his fortune. After all, he himself mentioned a lot in interviews, but how did Weixi, who was born in a dystocia at the age of five, know about it? ! There are also academic failures. At the beginning, he was always worried about not being able to go to school. After he went to the sea, he immediately packaged himself as a polite Confucian businessman. He never forgets to maintain his personality. Even his wife has never doubted himself My husband is a college student!
He raised his head blankly and met Weixi's calm gaze. For a moment, he felt an air-conditioning rushing up from the soles of his feet, and his entire back was frozen.
He swallowed his saliva, and the first thing he did when he regained his senses was to take out his wallet, took out all the cash left in it, and put it into Weixi's hands: "I'm sorry, it seems that I gave less money just now. ."
This stack of money is less than 20 pieces, it is simply the largest amount of cash Wei Xi has ever seen. He originally just reminded the other party to be careful, but when he saw the other party's shot so generously, he thought about it, or said something to wait, and then went back to the house to get something.
He handed the things to Uncle Zhao and said, "Your fate is too light, you are a late bloomer, so you will go through so many hardships when you are young. It's just that although you are rich now, the horoscope is still not hard enough. The anger has been suppressed very thinly at the beginning of the recovery, and I can take this thing with me recently to avoid some troubles."
Uncle Zhao was already about half mentally retarded, and he nodded again and again, only to realize that Wei Xi handed him a book, and looked down—
An Introduction to the Fundamental Principles of Marxism
It's a fucking university textbook version.
Uncle Zhao opened the cover, and on the supplementary page there were still Wei Xi's name and the graffiti he drew when he seemed bored: "... ??"
Tuanjie asked quietly, "Master, why did you send him books?"
Wei Xi replied, "Didn't you say that you will occasionally give discounts to big customers? He is very generous in giving money." This book is the only one in the little unlucky house that is more special, with a faint power of faith, but I don't know why, but it was tucked in the corner of the bookshelf with disgust.
Unity and righteousness say that this promotional gift is really different.
When he went back, Uncle Zhao felt a lot of emotion, he couldn't help but took a picture of Zhang Wei's gate and posted it on the Moments to celebrate the opening of Weiximen School.
Wei Tianyi, who was far away to participate in the exposition, was half-dead from anger by his eldest son. After taking the next pile of medicines coaxed and persuaded by his assistant, he felt a little more lucid. Thinking of the disobedience he encountered one after another today, he felt that he could not delay any longer. At least he had to return to Beijing earlier to prevent his eldest son from doing things, and not to lose face to his neighbors.
He rested in bed, instructed his assistant to buy a plane ticket, slid his fingers, and clicked into the WeChat Moments.
Three seconds later, with a bang, the phone hit the bridge of the nose.
The assistant raised his head following the sound, and was immediately startled: "Director Wei?! Are you okay, Director Wei? Why are there so many nosebleeds all of a sudden!?"
Wei Tianyi: "…"
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