The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

It was late at night, and the night in Beijing was not warm in December.

Instead, it's cold.

The wind outside the window whistled again and again, but there was a father and son confronting each other all the time, and neither of them chose to give in.

The somewhat similar handsome face was cold.

The location was the luxurious Jiang family living room. The blanket on the floor was changed yesterday, and it was so clean that you could walk on it with bare feet.

Jiang Beici, a boy who stayed up late, yawned while holding his mobile phone, but there was still a game in progress in his hand.

He glanced sideways at Mrs. Jiang, who was also wearing pajamas, "Mom, how long have they been like this? Are they playing games? Whoever speaks first loses?"

Mrs. Jiang glared at him. Since the weekend hadn't passed yet, Jiang Beici still stayed up all night recklessly.

Teenagers always regret and reflect on their weekend the moment the alarm rings on Monday morning.

Jiang Beici didn't know when his brother came home. He was too presumptuous when playing games with headphones on, and he didn't know the south, east, north, south, and north, let alone the sound of his brother's car coming back.

Obviously today is an unusual day.

After all, Jiang Beici knew that his brother hadn't been home so late for a long time.

After all, I don't know how many nests there are outside.

For Jiang Beici, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, Jiang Beiyu, the big brother who always lived in other people's mouths, was very tall.

Sometimes he can laugh and joke, but sometimes he is a little embarrassed.

Now he just dared to drag his mother and mutter.

In the end, among the father and son, it was Lao Jiang who curled his lips and sneered.

Jiang Beici immediately thought of the domineering presidents who were the favorites of the girls in the recess class, with one point of indifference, two points of carelessness, three points of sneer, and four points of cool fan-shaped picture.

Lao Jiang's smile is very interesting.

Jiangbei thought about it.

Then Jiang Beici saw his brother still sitting there with a cold face, as if he wanted to fight his old father to the end.

Jiang Jinshen: "Is this how you talk to your father?"

Not to be outdone, his own son said, "This is your attitude towards your son? Have you disliked me recently?"

Director Jiang denied it without hesitation, "I haven't."

"You plan to send your son to some remote ghost place to suffer and suffer without a word from you? Or for a year?" Young Master Jiang strongly expressed his dissatisfaction.

In this regard, Comrade Jiang Jinshen reached out and tapped the armrest of the sofa, and clicked his tongue: "Jiangbeiyu kid, move your little head, and then tell your father, I just gave you 10% of the shares, now you are completely If you have the conditions to go to work, is there any problem if I ask you to go on a business trip?"

Jiang Jinshen has always taught children a classic saying: There is no free lunch in the world.

Jiang Beiyu looked at him in shock, obviously with a bit of bitterness in his expression, "Are you using what you did to your partner on your son?"

"If you take the shares, you are a shareholder of the company. If you want a job, you are an employee of the company. I think as the boss, I am still qualified to send you on a business trip." Jiang Jinshen said.

Jiang Beiyu never thought that his dear father would be so rude.

Now that I think about it, this pit was probably settled the moment he called to ask for shares.

Probably because the acting skills on Jiang Beiyu's face were too realistic, Jiang Dong sighed slightly, "Son, tell Dad the truth, is it because of your little girlfriend that you don't want to go on a business trip?"