Chapter 597

Qian Xiaohao at the door put away his smile, looked at the private room across the door, licked his lips, "I didn't expect Huang Dashao to like watching the theatre!"

After taking a shower, Huang Bin knocked on the door next door. Qian Xiaohao opened the door lazily, looking a little haggard.

"Xiaohao, you can't do it either. Two girls will toss you like this?"

Huang Bin looked into the room and saw two girls sleeping with their heads in their arms.

"Since I was a child, how can I compare with Huang Dashao's bird's nest shark's fin!"

"Then you continue to enjoy it. I'll go out and do something..."

"OK, here's your wallet."

Qian Xiaohao took all the thousands of dollars left in his wallet in front of Huang Bin and returned an empty wallet.

"Oh, you really... The money is enough to play all night. You can be careful."

The more lustful Qian Xiaohao is, the happier Huang Bin is.

He has never lacked beautiful girls, but smart people who can help him. Since the bicycle incident, he hates Zhu Shenbing more and more.

Even Zhu Shenyou failed to bring him any substantive help. On the contrary, Qian Xiaohao impressed people.

If you use women, you can draw Qian Xiaohao around. It's a very cost-effective business.

Longmat supermarket in Xicheng District, in the boundary of land and gold, has a good intention for many years.

When Huang Bin arrived at the supermarket, it was the shopping peak after work in the afternoon, but the supermarket seemed a little deserted.

I took the elevator to my uncle's office. I knocked on the door perfunctorily. Without waiting for someone to speak in the office, I opened the door and went in.

"Hey, nephew, why are you here?"

My uncle sat in the boss's chair, and a beautiful woman of about 30 years old sat on his leg. When he saw someone coming in, he got up embarrassed to tidy up his clothes.

"Uncle, I'm so excited. My nephew's head is big because of the bike. You don't say to share the pressure for me. Just be happy. Alas, my nephew is sad."

Huang Bin pretends to be lost. He sits opposite his uncle, lights a cigarette and spits out a cigarette ring.

"You go out first."

Huang Zhihong waved to the woman to leave. Looking at the door of the office closed, he smiled and patted Huang Bin on the shoulder. "Nephew, uncle is miserable enough. Don't make fun of me."

"Uncle, I caused you trouble about dance bike, but you have to help me this time. If my grandfather knows, my father will be scolded for teaching his son, and I will be locked up at home by my grandfather!"

Huang Bin helped his uncle light a cigarette with some flattery, and his sad face was winning sympathy.

But Huang Zhihong obviously doesn't eat this set. His family is in a mess. He doesn't want to participate in it. He has been treated as cannon fodder by Huang Zhiwen these years. Now he just wants to manage the supermarket honestly and live his own nourishing life.

"Nephew, it's not that my uncle doesn't help you. My uncle is also a mud Bodhisattva crossing the river. It's hard to protect himself. Because of your dance bike, the sales of this supermarket in Xicheng District have decreased by more than ten percentage points. I don't know how to explain to the company!"

In the whole thing, the most disturbing thing is Huang Zhihong. Huang Bin is covered by his father. At most, as Huang Bin said, he has been locked up at home for ten days and a half months.

But his supermarket fell by more than ten percentage points, and the benefits went directly back to two or three years ago. The shareholders of the company and several brothers at home had to hold on endlessly.

"No, uncle, only you can help me now."

Huang Bin's tone of voice was very calm, but Huang Zhihong's heart was full of twists and turns. The impulse to swear came from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't dare to vent.

He has been in business with his eldest brother Huang Zhiwen for so many years. Although he was rejected by his family brothers because of gambling and ended up managing a supermarket, he has been practicing both IQ and EQ for a long time. How can he not hear what Huang Bin's words mean.

"Nephew, you've grown up. My uncle is kind to you. You can't pit my uncle like this. I'll bear it alone. Your grandfather, your father, your uncle and third uncle can't eat me?"

"Uncle, is it necessary for two people to carry what one person can undertake?"

Huang Bin smiled meaningfully, "uncle, don't worry, with me and my father, no one will dare to deal with you. I'm also a good reader. When I have a chance to make money in the future, I'll definitely talk more about your good in front of my father."

Huang Zhihong was silent for a long time. He caught most of his cigarette without taking a sip in his hand. He sighed helplessly, "nephew, uncle, I don't believe anyone. I believe you. In the future, you have to find a better chance for uncle."

"Don't worry, it will."

Huang Bin nodded with satisfaction. My uncle was really nice to him. He didn't want to embarrass my uncle, but he knew the truth of abandoning the car to protect the handsome. I think my uncle also understood it.

Huang Zhihong really has no other way. If he refuses Huang Bin, it is tantamount to offending Huang Zhiwen. Between the eldest brother in power and other brothers, he can only choose the safest eldest brother.

Anyway, he has been at the lowest point of his life. Guarding such a broken supermarket will no longer have any development prospects. Even if he helped Huang Bin carry this matter, he can't be dismissed.

But he got Huang Bin's oral promise. Maybe he can get a better chance when big brother is happy.

Huayuan in the capital city is a villa with a single door and a single courtyard. The stone plate of the door plate is engraved with the word "yellow house" in block letters.

This is Huang Bin's grandfather, Huang Junrong's handwriting. You can see the hard character in his vigorous brush.

There are several cars parked in the villa yard, but they are medium-sized cars that are inconsistent with the atmosphere villa, but the license plate numbers are very good.

The decoration in the car is also very exquisite. I should have done it again after I bought the car.

The villa is decorated in European style, which was still very rare in 2002, because many house decoration are foreign brands, which is too expensive.

Especially for villas with hundreds of square meters, the decoration cost is enough to buy another house, but for the Huang family, this money is nothing.

In the open kitchen and restaurant, six members of the Huang family sit at the table. Old Huang Junrong has white hair on his head and wrinkles on his face, but he is hale and hearty.

Huang Zhiwei, Huang Bin's uncle, and his father sat around the old man. His third uncle and uncle sat down. Huang Bin sat in the last seat of his younger generation. There were six people in the family. The women were not at the table. They went to the kitchen to eat with their aunt.

On the table of more than 100000 yuan, the meals are very simple, including fried bean sprouts, stewed eggplant with potatoes, tofu with shallots, braised meat and kelp soup.

Four dishes and one soup. Cadres went to the countryside ten or twenty years ago, or this is the treatment of leaders, but now with the rapid development of economy and the rapid improvement of quality of life, this is the food of ordinary families.