I could only put Huang Bengui on the stool next to me, thinking of eating a few bites quickly, and found an excuse to escape.
"President Chen, I really remembered something."
Liang Hai slowly put down his chopsticks and said softly: "How are those houses handled?"
He suddenly brought up this topic, which made me feel a little guilty.
I've been so busy with trivial matters lately, and I've only dealt with one.
*** laughed a few times and whispered: "Don't worry, it will be done soon."
He pulled out a few napkins and wiped his mouth vigorously: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not rushing you."
"only……"
Liang Hai sighed heavily: "If you talk about it, it's my fault."
"Zhang Yunheng, do you still remember?"
"That second generation ancestor?"
Liang Hai nodded lightly: "That's him."
"Young and energetic, I want to do something in my career. Knowing that I am in this kind of business, I have been asking for a house every day for a while."
I didn't make a sound and listened to him quietly.
He didn't hide it, like pouring beans through a bamboo tube: "I don't know how much he weighs?"
"I told him that the house has been taken care of by you."
Although I was ready to run away now, this matter happened because of me, so I still asked.
"What does this kid mean now?"
Liang Hai pursed his lips: "This second-generation ancestor doesn't have much ability, he just has a lot of money."
"As long as he is willing, he can find these houses very quickly. Then it will be difficult for me."
I finally understand that Liang Hai is caught in the middle and is in a dilemma.
Once Zhang Yunheng knew that Liang Hai was lying to him, he would definitely act like his second generation ancestor again.
Essentially, whether Liang Hai does well or not depends on me.
In my current situation, I don’t dare to guarantee anything rashly, so I can only make some remarks that are neither salty nor trivial.
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
Liang Hai did not continue to struggle with this topic, and lowered his head and murmured.
After a while, he slowly raised his head, holding the temples of his glasses with both hands, squinting and blowing the dust off them.
"How is the old man doing in the hospital?"
"I really have to thank you. The old man is recovering well."
He put his glasses back on and gave a slight glance at the corner of his mouth, which looked like a smile, but not quite.
"Don't thank me, thank yourself."
I looked at him suspiciously: "How do you say this?"
He rubbed his chin to himself, as if he was recalling something: "When I came out of the hospital, I saw a father and son begging at the door."
"I asked about it. It's not a serious illness and can be cured for tens of thousands of yuan. The change in my pocket is enough for him to see a doctor."
"So, you helped them?"
These words made Liang Hai laugh: "I am not a charity, and the money does not come from the strong wind, why should I help?"
He clasped his fingers on the table gently: "As a son, you are capable, and as a father you will naturally enjoy the blessings, right?"
These are some very common concerns and some trivial things encountered on the road. Everything is normal.
But I clearly smelled a sense of coercion.
"Oh, right."
Liang Hai put down his chopsticks slowly and smiled warmly: "I've said hello to the hospital. The charges will be taken from my card. You don't have to worry."
I quickly continued: "I appreciate it, but I must write you an IOU. This is a matter of principle."
Liang Hai laughed: "Then you just slap me in the face."
"It's useless if you write it, I'll tear it up anyway."
Liang Hai is indeed rich, but he is not a fool.
If he helped me advance the medical expenses out of sympathy or morality, then he shouldn't refuse when I offered to repay the money.
From every angle, his reaction was wrong.
He has been in business for most of his life, and the rate of return has long been
It's engraved in his bones.
If he doesn't want money, he has other motives.
When I was in the hospital, I learned from Xiaobai that he had paid the medical bills privately, and I felt something was wrong.
He could obviously contact me, so why did he bypass me?
There is only one answer - he is afraid that I will refuse the money.
When I thought about it carefully, he suddenly mentioned this matter probably because of my ambiguous attitude just now.
If this is the case, Liang Hai will look down on me.
If you can save Uncle Ya's life, let alone being coerced, let alone being coerced, it doesn't matter if you act like a cow or a horse for him.
I pretended not to hear anything and said bitterly to Liang Hai, "I'm worried about the old man's affairs."
"When I've been busy for a while, I have to get down to business. It's not a good feeling to be short of money!"
Liang Hai laughed: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, the old man is important."
"I'm full, how about you?"
Thank God it's finally over.
I laughed along with him and said half-jokingly: "I owe Mr. Liang another breakfast."
"Oh, what's your name, sir? Brother."
"Okay, Brother Liang."
Just when we were about to get up, I suddenly felt a slight movement on my hand.
I looked out of the corner of my eye and almost jumped up.
