I'm really good at this.

In his 500-square-meter office, Zhang Hao was in great pain.

Looking at the various news articles on his computer monitor, he felt like he was suffocating.

The Boss, oh, Zhu Tiezhu stood in front of Zhang Hao's desk, looking remorseful.

"Tell me," Zhang Hao said, leaning back in his boss's chair and rubbing his temples. "What news do you have?"

Zhu Tiezhu: "Boss, I have good news and bad news."

Zhang Hao: "Let me tell you the bad news first."

Zhu Tiezhu: "The sniping plan failed. Xiao Hong gained some fame, I was betrayed by Liu Yishou, and Xiao Hong also embezzled 30 million from my company."

Zhang Hao sighed and opened his eyes: "Xiao Zhu, you've been with me for quite a while now, haven't you?"

Zhu Tiezhu's expression was serene: "Boss, it's been twenty years."

"Hmm." Zhang Hao nodded. "Tell me, where do you want to go? Sudan, Libya, Algeria, Ethiopia, Somalia, Uganda, Tanzania, Kenya, Rwanda, Guinea, the two Congos, Angola, choose one, and I'll have someone prepare the boat tickets."

Zhu Tiezhu cried out anxiously, "No, boss! There's more good news!"

Zhang Hao said calmly, "Tell me."

"Xiao Hong didn't get paid or any bonuses for acting in Liu Yishou's film! The song he wrote was only worth 500,000! And according to inside information, he only received 800,000 from 'Yun Luo Hong Chen'! Although I spent 30 million to buy his film, I made hundreds of millions back! This was definitely a good deal!"

Zhang Hao: "..."

You traitorous brat! You exploit my son and make money off his hard-earned wages! And now you dare to come here and brag to me?!

What kind of good news is this?

However... it seems like the fact that my son didn't succeed this time is actually good news... right?

Zhang Hao's feelings were complicated.

There was anger at his son being cheated by capitalists, joy at his son's lack of success, and guilt towards his son.

In short, it's very complicated.

Zhu Tiezhu's feelings were also very complicated.

I did everything perfectly, so why did I get the opposite result?

After much thought, I realized that I was operating on the premise that Xiao Hong's film was a complete flop.

It turned out that what they made wasn't a bad movie.

It's not bad at all, it's actually very good.

Another one is Liu Yishou. Didn't he say that Xiao Hong played a role in his drama that only appeared in a few episodes?

Upon further reflection, it seems that what they said makes sense.

In "Bloody Youth", Xiao Hong did indeed only appear in less than four episodes before she died and ran away.

"Clouds Fall into the Mortal World" is indeed "a third-rate love story between a celestial emperor who descended to earth and a runaway empress."

Aside from the fact that the "third-rate" designation is debatable, everything else seems to be fine.

As expected of the eldest son, even his talent is outstanding.

That's what makes my feelings so complicated.

I'm relieved that the boss has a successor, but also frustrated because I feel like I might have to go back to Africa again...

However, Zhang Hao let him off the hook.

"You should go back now."

After Zhu Tiezhu made his escape at lightning speed, he slumped into the boss's chair.

What am I going to do tonight...?

A few hours later—

"Hey, Lao Wei? Want to grab some skewers tonight? What? No time? Afraid your wife's going back to her parents' house? You're such a wimp! Your wife's got a problem if she dares to cause trouble! I'm not even going to bother telling you this!"

"Hey, Lao Lin? Let's go out for drinks tonight! It's been ages since we've had a drink together. What? You found another gold mine in Africa? And you can't come back now? Fine, fine, making money is the most important thing."

"Hey, bro Fang, wanna go watch the game? It's the Beijing-Tianjin derby tonight! What? You're not going?"

"Hey, wait! I haven't even said what I'm doing yet! What do you mean, afraid of his wife! Do you think I, Zhang Hao, am the kind of person who's afraid of his wife?! I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you!"

In the underground parking garage of an ordinary upscale residential community, Zhang Hao, sitting on a red flag, put down his phone.

"They always ask me out to dinner, so why are they all busy today? What a coincidence!"

He was helpless.

He really didn't want to go home.

Just a few days ago, he confidently told his wife that "it's all just technical adjustments," "the son's budget is all gone, the modern storyline is definitely going to be a disaster," and "don't panic, I think it's going to be a sure thing."

As a result... he contradicted himself once again.

But time waits for no one, and he eventually had to go upstairs.

Dragging a body that isn't actually tired while displaying a weary gamble—this is an attempt to elicit sympathy.

However, when the door opened, Liu Yan did not make sarcastic remarks.

However, the questions she asked immediately caused Zhang Hao to break out in a cold sweat that soaked through his clothes.

"Want some barbecue? Drinks? Or maybe go watch a game?"

"Damn these traitors..." Zhang Hao cursed inwardly, but put on a fawning smile: "Wife, I was wrong."

In such situations, one should not try to argue, but rather decisively admit one's mistake.

Now it's up to his wife to handle it.

If it's "something went wrong", then it means she's angry.

if......

"It's alright, let's eat first."

Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, which meant he was alright.

"Okay, honey!"

After a satisfying meal, I sat on the sofa to rest.

Liu Yan turned on the TV and went straight to "Clouds Fall into the Mortal World" to start watching from the first episode.

Zhang Hao broke out in a cold sweat again: "Wife, we've already seen it."

"It's my son's first TV series, so we should savor it carefully," Liu Yan said calmly, looking at the screen. "Besides, we've already spent so much on VIP memberships, so let's not waste it."

Zhang Hao had nothing to say.

Or maybe we should just send that kid Zhu Tiezhu back to Africa.

If you send him to Somalia, does that mean he'll become the Pirate King?

After watching for about half an hour, Liu Yan suddenly said, "His dad, why don't you call your son sometime?"

Zhang Hao was taken aback: "Wife, is this a sign of a confrontation? That's not a good idea."

"It's not a confession." Liu Yan gestured towards the TV with her lip. "Our son's drama is really well-made. Maybe... he really likes this industry? He told you before that he didn't like it just because he was embarrassed to say it. He said he didn't like it before because he felt that we are an ordinary family and might not be able to support him to enter this industry."

But he's doing well now, I heard he's earned 800,000, right? If he really likes it and can guarantee he won't mess around with women, should we, as parents, really force him to live the life we ​​want him to live? Don't forget what your father did back then; you don't want your son to repeat the path of being controlled by his parents, do you?

Zhang Hao fell silent.

Watching the TV series on television, he fell into reflection.

Could it be that I really did something wrong?

Actually, this is the life my son has chosen. There's no need to force him to follow his own path and become an ordinary office worker.

Isn't this a kind of freedom?

Sending his son to be an ordinary office worker is essentially no different from his father sending him to inherit the family business.

Parents control their children's lives.

Zhang Hao suddenly understood.

"Honey, you're right! I'll call him before I go to bed tonight!"

"Well, it's okay to reveal a little about our family's financial situation. Don't put so much pressure on the child. As parents, our biggest wish is for our child to be well."

That night, in the study.

Zhang Hao smoked a cigarette, something he hadn't done in a long time.

It's still the familiar eight-yuan pack of Hongtashan cigarettes.

After finishing his cigarette, he made his decision.

He dialed his son's number.

The call was connected very quickly.

"Hey Dad? You saw the news too? Your son's a celebrity now!"

Sure enough, my son likes this line of work; I could tell he was very happy.

"Son, what do you think about becoming a director?"

Zhang Hong's voice came from the other end: "A lot of female celebrities have been calling me lately, it feels great. By the way, Dad, I recently got a gym membership to work on my core strength. Wouldn't you like to have grandchildren soon?"

Zhang Hao: "..."

Sure enough, the filthy entertainment industry corrupted him. He should just go back to being an ordinary office worker!

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