Li He said, "It's okay, I'll make it for you. It's a little hot. Leave it on the table and you can drink it later."
"Thank you, Uncle Li." She Ziling was flattered. He was a lion but he was so gentle. She was not used to it.
Li He asked, "Your mom is still in Hong Kong? I heard that she wasn't feeling well. I asked her but she hid it from me and didn't tell me. Is she alright? "
"Thank you." She Ziling said, "It's mainly because she had a lingering illness when she gave birth to me. Now that she's old, it's all showing. The doctor said that it shouldn't be a big problem if she recuperates."
"Then I'm relieved. You're not young anymore. It's time to help your mom." Li He sat down and waved his hand. "Why are you all standing? It's not the first time you've met me. You don't have to be so polite."
"My dad is coming tomorrow. If you're not in a hurry, you can stay at my house for a few days." Among these people, He Zhou was thin-skinned, She Ziling was afraid and reserved, and only Sang Chunling was fearless and casual in whatever she said.
Li He said, "I can't drink now. Let's meet next time. Oh, right, I heard that your brother's marriage has been decided. Which family is it?"
Sang Chunling said, "You know her too. She's Chen Fasheng's daughter."
"The one who makes the wig?" Li He had a deep impression of that person. Back then, he didn't even know a word of English and dared to stop the businessmen from attending the exhibition outside the hotel.
He even felt that there was a reason for everyone's success.
Sang Chunling said, "That's him. Last year, my dad treated him to a meal and Chen Fasheng brought his daughter along. That's how she got to know my brother. I didn't think that they would end up seeing each other. It was just a sudden thing."
She said honestly, "Initially, Chen Fasheng didn't agree. After all, I don't even look at my brother. It's normal that he doesn't like him. The main point is that his daughter is stubborn and won't marry anyone but my brother. So, he had no choice but to get married. "
Of course, she knew what kind of person her younger brother was.
Sang Chunbiao had been spoiled since he was a child. His family was rich, and compared to studying, spending money was naturally a happier thing. Naturally, his grades were a mess. In a key high school, it was torture to just muddle through every day.
In the end, Sang Yongbo had no choice but to find a way to donate a sum of money to a university in the United States. Sang Chunbiao openly entered the world's top universities.
As for whether he learned anything, no one knew. In short, he came back with the hat of a returnee.
Ever since he came back, he hadn't done anything serious. He didn't do his work properly. His main task every day was to spend money. If he didn't spend a few hundred thousand a day, he would feel uncomfortable.
Therefore, this kind of typical spoiled brat was not worthy of Chen Fasheng's attention.
He, Chen Fasheng, had a big business, he didn't need to rely on the Sang family.
He Zhou said, "The spring competition is pretty good. It's not as bad as you say."
He was the only child, so he didn't understand why Sang Chunling, as the older sister, always targeted her younger brother.
Moreover, he really felt that Sang Chunbiao wasn't bad. He was kind-hearted, pure, just a little playful and had no sense of responsibility.
Sang Chunling smiled and said, "Don't say good things about him. How could I not know what kind of person he is? Sigh, I just hope that he can mature a little. He's already so old, but he's not mature at all."
Li He said, "Humans have to go through a process of growing up. There's no rush. Take it slow. Don't you remember what you were like back then? "
Sang Chunling was in her rebellious phase. She was almost dead, and it was Li Zhaokun who fished her out of the river.
Sang Chunling said, "That was so many years ago. Moreover, she was still immature back then."
Li He said, "That's settled then. Just get your dad to let us know when we're going to do something."
Sang Chunling said, "There's no need to. If you guys go back for the New Year at the end of the year, you'll be able to make it in time. We'll do it at your hometown."
"That's great." Li He continued, "What about your personal matters? How old are you? You're in your thirties, right? According to the popular slang nowadays, you're an old leftover woman. Aren't you anxious? "
Sang Chunling said, "I have money to spend and I have freedom. I don't need a man to rely on. I'll go find someone I like, but he hasn't appeared yet."
"There's no such thing as a perfect person. Those who are perfect are gods, not humans," Li He said to Sang Chunling. Then, he turned to He Zhou and asked, "I heard that you're working at your mom's company. Are you used to it?"
He Zhou said, "I'm still okay. I'm in the finance department now, and I deal with clients all day. I get to see all kinds of people. It's not easy to deal with them."
Li He said, "Take it slow. The most important thing is to improve. People like you don't have to worry about making a living. You can focus on what you're interested in. Just this alone is something that many people are envious of."
He Zhou nodded and said, "I think so too. When I'm familiar with the finance department, I'll transfer to the business department next year."
As they chatted, Sang Chunling, who was flipping through her phone, raised it to Li He and said, "You're on the morning news in America. It's even spread to China. The Americans are really bad. They're always blocking and imposing sanctions."
Li He took the phone, fast-forwarded it, and casually scanned through it. Although the interview was obviously edited, the general content was not distorted, so he had nothing to say.
After returning the phone to Sang Chunling, he smiled and said, "The world's order is the survival of the fittest. Countries and societies grow like animals until they die. This process forms the order of the world.
The logic of the Americans was simple. Why don't you listen to me, and why don't you die?
Even if you listen to them, you won't end up well. The Koreans listen to them and still have to station their troops. The Japanese listen to them and still shear their sheep.
If we want to develop and solve the problem of food and clothing for more than a billion people, we have to become a real big country. Only then can we occupy resources and not be manipulated by others. "
In the following days, whether it was on the Internet or on television, there was news about him being interviewed.
Even the old man who cleaned his office building knew about it.
"Chief Li, your English is very good. I can't understand a single word you said," the old man praised sincerely.
"Did you eat well today?" Li He asked.
"Mr. Li, I'm from the television station. Can I interview you?" A female reporter raised her microphone. Before she could get close to Li He, she was stopped by Song Gu.
These few days, news about him had been everywhere. He didn't care if he kept a low profile or not. It didn't matter if he accepted an interview. Moreover, this female reporter looked familiar. It was obvious that he had seen her interview before. However, what the reporter said next made his face sink.
"Mr. Li, this is a public area. I think I have the freedom to interview you." The female reporter tried her best to be humble.
"Sorry, this area, including the building, is my private property." Li He waved his hand at Song Gu impatiently, signaling him to chase her away.
"Miss, please respect your privacy. If you really want to interview me, please make an appointment in advance." Song Gu's arm was blocking the female reporter's body. He felt uncomfortable facing the camera lens.
The female reporter said stubbornly, "The public has the right to know."
Li He snorted coldly at the camera, then stood up. As he walked, he said to Song Gu, who was chasing after him, "Holy sh * t, I'm so unlucky. Let Wang Ziwen handle it."
Song Gu understood from Li He's tone and went upstairs to inform Wang Ziwen. Wang Ziwen then called the TV station. If this black sheep was not fired, there was no need to think about cooperation, sponsorship, or even a dime.
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