Reborn on top of football

At six o'clock in the evening, Wang Bin, Wang Ai and his son, plus three guards, took a bus and rushed to the Golden Coast very low-key.They put the countertop on the Golden Coast to tell you that today is the negotiation, nothing else, there must be no ambush, so the Wang family and his son did not bring more people.The monthly salary of several bodyguards is 200 yuan, which is higher than that of the mayor. Those demobilized soldiers like them look for jobs by themselves, and their salary is only [-] yuan.Not to mention that the Wang family is low-key and has no safety issues. They work leisurely and carefree, and give away more things during the New Year than others.

Song Laoliu came alone, three bodyguards were eating outside the private room, and the three members of the Wang family talked with Song Laoliu.Song Laoliu said it very straightforward: money, protection fee.Ten thousand a month, keep you safe and worry-free.If I don’t give money, I can’t find you brothers, but I can find your son. Can your son not go to school?

Brothers Wang Bin and Wang Xiu suddenly changed color.

Qian Zhuang is cowardly, the current Wang Bin is not three years ago in a large collective enterprise running sales, with a salary of 80 yuan a month.The monthly net profit of its flower company is more than 5, the monthly net profit of the flower shop is more than 6, and the monthly net profit of the paper mill is close to 20. Calculated piecemeal, the annual net income is nearly 400 million.The tax paid by enterprises to the government alone is close to 600 million a year, and it will have to double next year.Now "on the road" is offering a reward of 1 yuan for killing a person. My annual income is enough to kill you four hundred times!

People in the Northeast are already strong-blooded, plus they have money in their pockets and a strong waist. Song Laoliu will pay 12 yuan a year with his big mouth, and the brothers will turn their heads.Song Laoliu is not afraid: I know you have bodyguards. If you beat me up today, someone will support you for the rest of your life. My fucking head hurts every day. I have been in a nursing home all year round. If you don’t treat me, I will lie in front of your factory. How dare you crush me to death?Your home is not the fire department!Song Laoliu was holding back his thoughts.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Just when they were about to talk about collapse, Wang Ai, who had been listening to the sound with a smile, tapped the crystal glass with a bottle opener.

"Dad, Uncle, you go out first, I'll talk to Lao Song." Wang Ai said with a smile.

The two brothers frowned and wanted to refuse, but after a few years, no matter how low-key Wang Ai was at home, at least Wang Bin knew his son's ability deeply.If the family can have the situation it is today, if it is not designed by Wang Ai, I will not believe it.Back then, when I went to Anshan [-], I had to get off the bus halfway, and went straight to the flower shop. When I came back, I negotiated the flower business.Afterwards, the family collected flowers, opened a flower shop, and especially opened a paper mill in the past year. Without Wang Ai's series of suggestions, the factory would not be where it is today.Among other things, other factories don't have the awareness of cost accounting at all, and the management of the enterprise is also stared at by people, paying workers as little as possible.And my own company pays workers twice as much as them, and many colleagues laugh at the Wang brothers as fools.But what happened?The company has been in operation for a year, but there has never been a single safety accident, and no one has resigned.Whenever there is an emergency, no matter whether it is for work or off work, they will all reach out to help, and it is a thriving situation of one mind and one heart.Moreover, while using the welfare system of state-owned enterprises to appease people's hearts, there are also many incentive policies, and the workers' enthusiasm for work is particularly high.Therefore, subconsciously, Wang Bin admires his son very much, but when he thinks about it, he definitely doesn't admit it. At most, he can humbly say: Plant your own well!

When Wang Ai said this, Wang Xiu wanted to say something, but Wang Bin pulled her away: "Okay, let's go out first."

Song Laoliu was baffled, and found that the kid in front of him was only eleven or twelve years old at most. Not only was he not afraid of himself, a person with a big bald head, a scar on his chest and a tattoo on his back, he also picked up the wine glass and bottle steadily. .

Wang Ai poured a glass of wine, smiled and pushed it to Song Laoliu: "Lao Song, drink a glass of wine first, and then I will tell you something, you must like it."

Song Laoliu found that although the child was ridiculously young, but his eyes were bright and his attitude was very steady, he couldn't help but drink a glass of wine.

"Old Song, do you know how old I am?" Wang Ai asked with a smile.

Song Lao Liu pretended to be generous and smiled: "Ten years old?"

Wang Ai shook his head and pointed to his nose: "According to the lunar calendar, I am nine years old this year. You just said that you would block me after school. Do you know where I go to school?"

Song Laoliu shook his head: "I don't know yet, but I will know sooner or later."

Wang Ai laughed out loud, with disdain no matter what he heard: "Old Song, as a social person, when you threaten others