On the way to the old house, Lu Xiangning yawned, and He Bing in front asked with concern: "Mr. Lu, didn't you sleep well?"
"It's amazing that I can sleep well."
"Too."
"How is the investigation going?"
He Bing's hand shaking while driving shook the steering wheel.
Lu Xiangning looked unhappy, "You can't handle this little thing? Don't you want to do it anymore?"
If it weren't for his strong psychological quality, He Bing might really quit. The work assigned in the middle of the night yesterday will be completed early this morning. Whose boss is so perverted?!
He Bing grimaced and said, "Mr. Lu, it was already midnight when you gave me the order yesterday."
"So what? You can't stand it like those keyboard warriors."
"..."
Lu Xiangning clicked on Weibo on his mobile phone, and sure enough, the hot search was still "exploding".
And overnight there were countless accounts that followed the trend and created countless different versions.
Lu Xiangning held his forehead, his head was really big.
He Bing actually didn't take it seriously and comforted him by saying, "Mr. Lu, I've already obtained the hospital surveillance, but I'm just missing the subtitles. But it's really difficult to track down the whistleblower and it takes time."
Lu Xiangning's eyes lit up, "Send it to me, even without subtitles."
At least he had evidence when he confronted grandpa.
At this time, Zhuo Jingfan sent a lawyer's letter with a message saying - "Appropriate?"
Lu Xiangning glanced at it and immediately replied - "Okay."
He said to He Bing in front: "Look at Lawyer Zhuo, all the evidence has been collected and the lawyer's letter has been drafted."
He Bing said angrily: "Zhuo Lu worked with the entire public relations department to collect online evidence last night. Their work can be seen on the surface, but what I investigated cannot be seen on the surface."
"I don't listen to reasons, I only look at the results."
How could He Bing be willing to admit defeat, "Give me twenty minutes after parking the car and send you a video with subtitles."
"Hard."
"..." Damn capitalist.
Soon, the old man arrived, and Lu Xiangning got out of the car to fight, while He Bing stayed in the car to do subtitles.
They talk fast and harshly, like a barrage of words, which is taxing on the ears, brains, and hands.
As soon as Lu Xiangning walked into the main hall, Zhu Ziqiu, who was arranging flowers, turned around and saw, "Aning is here. Have you had breakfast? If not, I will have breakfast with your grandpa."
Zhu Ziqiu said this with a smile, as if he didn't know why he was here.
Lu Xiangning showed no expression, only showing the most basic courtesy, and said calmly: "I have eaten at home, but I can still eat some with grandpa."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the restaurant.
Lu Ming was having breakfast. When he saw his grandson coming, he asked his aunt to bring out half a bowl of porridge, "Sit over here and drink some white fungus porridge to moisten your lungs and reduce internal heat."
Lu Xiangning twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and sneered when no one else could see it, keeping his face secret.
Sit down and drink porridge.
It lacks a little heat and is much better than the white fungus porridge made by Li Zao.
Not even wolfberry, bad review.
Lu Xiangning only took a sip and then put it down, and asked specifically: "Grandpa is angry today?"
Otherwise, why do we need to eat something that is hot?
Lu Ming snorted coldly, "I started getting angry yesterday."
"Oh? Really," the grandfather and grandson took the same route, first testing each other's true and false, "Auntie made you angry again yesterday?"
Lu Ming glanced at him meaningfully, and continued to drink porridge pretending to be calm, "Yao Yao has always been measured, no better than your sister Xiang Lan, who succeeds only when she fails, and fails when she fails. I feel embarrassed when her studio is opened like that."
Empty."
Speaking of Lu Xianglan's studio, on the day of its opening, a group of Internet celebrity anchors were invited to the stage, and the limelight completely overshadowed the celebrities invited by the old man.
Everyone came here to give the old man face, so of course they wouldn't say it out loud, but in their hearts they definitely felt that the price had dropped.
For this matter, the old man scolded Lu Xianglan. Who knows, not only did Lu Xianglan not know his fault, he even refused to let it go.
As soon as the studio opened, the boss lady went on strike.
"How did you check things in the first place?" Lu Ming asked.
Lu Xiangning frowned slightly, not sure what his grandfather meant, and replied carefully: "I didn't expect her to make money at first. She said opening a gallery will cost money, and she also has to help her find various connections, which is not as good as a studio.
Be flexible and lose less money.”
"I bet you gave her tens of millions to play with?"
"It's not me, it's your short-sighted son."
"..."
These words struck the old man to the core, so much so that his brows furrowed into three wrinkles.
It is generally accepted in the circle that Lu Qing is not responsible. However, Lu Qing has a son who can be responsible and a respected father, so he can securely take the position of chairman of the Lu Group.
When Lu Xiangning didn't grow up, Lu Qing did have some power.
It's just that you always lose whatever you invest in. The Lu family, which has been run for several generations, was once overtaken by the Zhao family, who started from scratch.
Later, Lu Xiangning grew up. In just three years, he was like the magic needle that fixed the sea, leading the Lu family to overcome obstacles and reach new heights.
Therefore, Lu Qing's power gradually flowed into Lu Xiangning's hands.
Coupled with Lu Ming's delegation of power, Lu and Lu Xiangning are now the ones with the most weight.
"Your daughter-in-law has a unique insistence on starting a business. If she fails to whip her son, she will whip her daughter. In fact, she is wrong. The one she should whip most is her husband."
Lu Xiangning said this so directly that Lu Ming felt that Bai Xuting was worrying blindly.
Lu Ming waved his hand to let the topic go. It was because he didn't start the topic well and kept talking further and further.
So, he coughed up phlegm and continued to test, "How are you going to deal with Li Zao's matter?"
Lu Xiangning pretended not to understand, "Li Zao? What's the matter?"
Lu Ming choked, and the old phlegm was stuck in his throat, unable to come out or go down.
The grandson he brought up by himself, he knows best, is a strong general and a strategist. A short-range fierce attack can dig you into a hole, and a long-range confrontation can drag you into a skeleton.
Forget it, why not just say it.
Lu Ming coughed hard, but still couldn't get the old phlegm out.
Zhu Ziqiu heard the sound, came over with a vase in his arms, placed the vase in the middle of the dining table, and then beat him rhythmically from bottom to top with his hollow palm.
While she was filming, she was nagging, "I told you to worry less about your children and grandchildren, but you didn't listen. How old are they? How old are you?"
Lu Xiangning's eyes were attracted by the vase of flowers in the middle of the dining table. The bright red and green colors were too ugly and could not be compared with the vase Li Zao had planted.
"Let them solve their own problems. Why are you stretching your hands so long?"
Lu Xiangning raised his eyebrows. Are you so kind to help me speak?
Lu Ming finally spit out the old phlegm and felt much better.
As I get older, I am really unable to do many things.
"You go and do your own thing, I'll talk to Aning for a while." He deliberately wanted to send the person away.
Zhu Ziqiu was slightly disappointed, but he quickly adjusted and said with a smile: "I know, but don't talk for too long, especially don't get angry."