I am weak and friendly

Chapter 164 Master Tang was finally betrayed and killed by his unfilial son.

"This is it."

Chen Yanxing looked at the unassuming building in front of him: "Old man, this place looks a bit like your previous workplace. It looks ordinary, but it's a place where hidden talents can thrive."

"Hmm, you're right." Chen Jiande thought the phrase "hidden dragons and crouching tigers" was a great description.

But his composure didn't last two seconds before he became agitated, saying, "Quick, quick, get me down! Oh, are my clothes a little wrinkled? Oh, we really should find a hotel to prepare first, then come on over..."

"Alright, old man, you're already very handsome," Chen Yanxing teased him. "Look how you've charmed Aunt Hua; the other old men are practically dying of anger..."

Chen Jiande was delighted again and said smugly, "Of course! Is my hairstyle messy? I can't be impolite when I meet a big shot for the first time!"

A fly could do the splits if it got on your hair!
He felt particularly helpless when he thought about how Aunt Hua would rush over at five in the morning to wash and groom Grandpa Chen, looking like she wanted to go but was too embarrassed to ask.

What can be said?

Chen Yanxing sighed, got out of the car, and prepared a wheelchair for Chen Jiande.

The two set off early in the morning and drove for five hours on the highway. It's almost noon now.

Looking at the time, Chen Yanxing said, "It's almost noon. Let's visit the big shot first, and then treat him to lunch. I've looked at a few restaurants nearby, and I'll ask him which one he likes."

Inside an office in the office building, Mr. Tang was sitting at his desk, slacking off.

The office door was opened, and Xiao Feng, who worked in the same office, walked in.

"You're back. How's Auntie?" he asked.

Xiao Feng's mother was hospitalized a while ago, and Xiao Feng hasn't shown up for several days. Master Tang called to ask a few questions, but didn't ask any detailed questions.

But judging from how happy Xiao Feng is today, he must have recovered.

"She's still in the hospital. The doctor said she'll have to stay for a while longer. Hey, Tang, let me tell you, technology is so advanced these days." Xiao Feng grinned from ear to ear. "The doctor downloaded an app for my old lady, which allows her to speak. She can tell him where she feels uncomfortable or what's wrong, and she can chat with the other patients in the ward. My old lady is in a much better mood now, and she's not as uncooperative with treatment or crying every day as she was a couple of days ago. The doctor said her condition is improving, and she might even have a chance to fully recover."

"Oh! I know, it's that Foew! Everyone's talking about it online now," Master Tang said. "Wow, is it really that amazing?"

"Yeah! I thought it was just bragging. The doctor said they've been using it for a long time." Xiao Feng grinned. "People these days are really amazing."

After saying that, he suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh right, Brother Tang, it seems like there are two people downstairs looking for you. I heard them talking to Lao Gao. I overheard them, but I don't know who they are. Come up and tell you quickly."

Master Tang then leaned closer to the window and looked down.

Sure enough, there was a luxury SUV at the entrance, and two men were talking to the security captain, Lao Gao. One of them was in a wheelchair, and they both looked quite excited.

I glanced at it; it seemed like I didn't recognize it.

"Are you sure you're here to see me?" Master Tang asked, a little doubtful.

Xiao Feng leaned closer and looked down through the window: "Enemies have come to the door? To collect a debt? Could it be that Pingzi ruined someone's girl and they've come to block the door... Ouch—Brother Tang, I'll cover your retreat, you go quickly!"

Master Tang: "..."

I thank you so much!

Can't you think of something better?
Just then, the phone on the table rang.

"Mr. Tang, this is Lao Gao. There are two guests here who want to thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Yes, they said they prepared many gifts, thank you for your help..."

Master Tang: "???"

"What should we do? Should I stop them, or let them in?" the old man asked in a low voice.

No, even you, Lao Gao, think they're here to collect a debt?
I don't owe any debts, do I...?

Master Tang began to reflect on himself.

Could it really be Hirako's emotional debt? Tsk...

"Is the meeting room occupied? Otherwise, please take them there. I'll be right downstairs."

"Okay." Xiao Feng practically put his ear right up to Master Tang's.

"Brother Tang, I'll go back and support you!"

No, are we two armies facing off?

With Xiao Feng by his side, Tang arrived at the meeting room not far from the security room, where he saw two strangers.

"This is our Engineer Tang," Lao Gao introduced the two.

Then Master Tang saw the young man, who was about the same age as Xiao Feng, suddenly stand up.

Xiao Feng took a step forward, intending to have a decisive battle with his deputy, but the young man immediately slid down to his knees—no, he bowed his head and bent over.

"Boss, it's great to finally meet you!" The young man shook Master Tang's hand vigorously. "My dad has wanted to meet you for a long time to thank you in person, but unfortunately he has difficulty moving around, otherwise we would have come much earlier."

"I am Chen Jiande, and I thank you for your life-saving grace." The old man in the wheelchair had probably suffered a stroke, as his head was shaking involuntarily, but a voice could still be heard coming from his wheelchair.

After Chen Jiande finished speaking, he glanced sideways at his son from behind.

No, you're the one who complains about me every day, saying I bother the big shots, but when you actually met them, you rushed up to them first and knelt down before them, even faster than me.

Isn’t it a shame?
Is this going too far?
I haven't even shaken hands with the big shot yet!

Master Tang was completely bewildered.

What's going on?
Wait, Chen Jiande?

Where have I heard that name before? Oh, it's the one who wrote the letter thanking Hirako...

Master Tang immediately understood.

This is thanking the wrong person.

The thank-you gift was sent directly to me, so they treated me like Pingzi.

It seems that Pingzi didn't tell others his identity.

He wanted to explain immediately, but suddenly realized he couldn't.

I have to ask my son what's going on, no matter what.

He first flashed that shrewd, workplace-honed smile he'd cultivated over twenty years—the kind that screams, "I was daydreaming in the meeting, I didn't hear a thing, I don't know anything, but I can't show my ignorance." He exchanged a few casual pleasantries, then quickly texted Tang Yiping: "Pingzi! Two people claiming you saved them came to our office to thank me! What did you do?"

"Hingzi, answer quickly!"

"Hurry up! Stop playing dead!"

Tang Yiping replied.

"Huh? Who? 5090? No, why is he thanking you? Didn't he already give me 5090?"

"So what now? Should I just confess?" Master Tang asked.

"No, there's no time to explain! Old Tang, you'd better cover for me!"

"Ok?"

"Father! My dear father!"

"Ok?"

"Good dad! Dad is the best! You are the best dad in the whole world!"

"I'll give you five minutes to explain everything clearly." Master Tang replied with a message, then looked up at the father and son in front of him.

He once again revealed a reserved smile.