Chapter 1191 When People Sit at Home, Right and Wrong Come to Heaven

Sure enough, the environment has a great impact on people.

Returning to the small villa at the entrance of Liyuan Village, the rhythm of the whole person immediately slowed down. It felt like the blood flow and heartbeat had slowed down.

Sitting on the porch of the small building, talking to the old man who was beginning to have mild Parkinson's symptoms, and listening to his mother yelling to his uncle over the phone in the yard, Wu Tao felt that the whole world had become peaceful.

By the time Zhang Huilan finished the call, Wu Tao finally understood.

It was just because it was rare for me to go home once, so my mother made a big show of calling her uncle Zhang Zhongping to come over and cook.

After hearing what he was thinking after putting down the phone, the old uncle was a little reluctant at first, but was finally urged to come over by his aunt.

So Wu Tao smiled and said, "Mom, why are you tormenting my uncle for nothing? Can you just make some home-cooked meals?"

As a result, Zhang Huilan had no intention of explaining to her son. She waved her hand, picked up the basket and stood up and said: "I am his eldest sister, what's wrong with asking him to come? You don't have to worry about this!"

There's nothing wrong with that.

So while Wu Tao was speechless, he had to admire her. She was really his own mother. She was exactly the same as her grandmother. She was of the same origin.

When Zhang Huilan went out, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly became clear. He patted his grandson's arm on the armrest and said, "Your mother is thinking about her brother. Don't ask so many questions."

One word awakens the dreamer.

The old man is indeed a mature man, and he looks at problems with a clear mind.

Wu Tao took the opportunity to catch the old man boasting loudly while teasing Dahei who was lying lazily next to him.

Unexpectedly, after being praised so fiercely, the old man suddenly became more energetic, and the topic of conversation between the grandfather and grandson suddenly came to the forefront: "I look at the newspapers, and there is dirty information about your company all day long. Every day, every day Intermittent, have you encountered any difficulties?"

We had agreed to take a vacation and relax, and as soon as the old man chatted like this, the relaxation and relaxation suddenly disappeared.

Besides, this matter cannot be discussed with the elderly and the result can be reached.

So Wu Tao just pushed it straight and refused to admit it: "Grandpa, there is no black material, it's all written by the reporters in the newspaper."

Unexpectedly, the old man was still unwilling to give up, and actually gave a solid evidence: "The recent multi-touch capacitive screen, and the newly launched Lotus full-touch concept machine from Yuanqi Technology, are they all nonsense?"

Wu Tao was surprised. He didn't expect that the old man could speak such professional vocabulary so clearly and accurately. He put away his contempt and started to explain seriously.

"Grandpa, these two things are indeed new to my company. It does sound a bit shocking, but the criticisms in the newspapers and media are not necessarily correct."

"...At least, I can guarantee that the future mobile phone will look like a Lotus concept phone. After all, Yuanqi Technology is now considered a world-class mobile phone manufacturer. Even if their professional vision is biased, it will not Go big."

The old man gestured with the concept machine tremblingly, and said thoughtfully: "It sounds a bit surprising. But you always have to look at things with a development perspective. At that time, there was a tortoise box that was already very high-end. Nowadays, various weapons are emerging one after another, and their lethality has doubled. In the past, it would have been unthinkable..."

The so-called three sentences are inseparable from the profession.

The old man's three sentences are closely related to the bloody years he has experienced.

But this was his greatest wealth in his life. Even though Wu Tao had read some of the content in the old man's memoirs, he was listening patiently at the moment. At least he was much more patient than discussing Yuanqi Technology.

While listening, Wu Tao used a tissue to wipe away the spittle flying from the corner of the old man's mouth. Wu Tao felt that the afternoon time had returned to that stretched rhythm.

The old man has a good habit.

No matter how many references you make when speaking, you will always come to the conclusion habitually: "It seems that they have sour grapes!"

Wu Tao nodded in agreement: "Well, if you are not envied by others, you are a mediocre person. Let them go."

The old man changed the topic and said, "But you have to understand who instigated this to write this. This is called strategically despising the enemy, but tactically we must pay attention to the enemy!"

In Wu Tao's mind, Li Fuzhen's appearance of dragging him away for 25,800,000 yuan came to mind, and then he thought of Li Yinxin's helpless and helpless appearance, and said in an impartial tone: "It should have something to do with the Koreans."

Unexpectedly, these words resonated deeply with the old man, "Those guys really don't have any good people..."

Then he talked endlessly about various anecdotes and trivial matters during the Anti-Japanese War, all of which were the old man’s personal experiences. They sounded very vivid and fascinating...

Time flew away unknowingly from the chat between the grandfather and grandson.

The sun was setting in the west, and the cold wind outside the corridor was blowing in all directions, giving off a refreshing taste.

Seeing that the old man showed no signs of fatigue, Wu Tao simply made him a pot of tea, wrapped him in a coat, and continued.

However, not long after arriving, he was interrupted by an endless stream of visitors.

First, Mr. Dai, who was next door, personally delivered a lot of fresh parallel imports, saying that he could eat as much as he wanted. Then he left without even drinking a sip of tea, wrapped in a black coat.

After driving away the excited Dahei who was walking by the pool, not long after Wu Tao returned to the old man, the sound of a motorcade came from the door.

Song Zhuang quickly appeared in front of him and said: "Boss, the government's fleet."

Wu Tao went out to greet him, and as expected.

Liu Quanyou came in his old Passat, followed by Liu Minho's Santana.

Apart from this, there is no other car that can be said to be particularly low-key.

Even so, when they appeared at the entrance of Liyuan Village, they still attracted the attention of many farmhouse tourists.

Especially those visitors from out of town who did not know the background of the vineyard, they stopped to watch and talked a lot.

They never imagined that a vineyard with the best location but not a farmhouse would be the origin of all farmhouses in the village.

Fortunately, it is approaching the middle of winter and there are not many tourists.

The crowd only lasted for a short while, and then gradually dispersed as Liu Quanyou and Liu Minhao walked into the courtyard of the villa.

The old man talks a lot with his grandson, but not with these official figures.

After exchanging pleasantries, he went into the house to rest.

Zhang Huilan didn't know where she went, and there was no one at home to say hello to her. So much so that Liu Ruoxi, who left and returned, once again acted as a bubble tea server.

As soon as he sat down, Wu Tao joked about Liu Quanyou's car, "Secretary Liu, after all, Beijiang is now a cutting-edge city in the development of the province. Should your car be replaced by an Audi, so as not to weaken our scene in Beijiang?"

Liu Minho lost no time in echoing.

In the end, Liu Quanyou waved his hands in a scheming manner and said: "Can't change, can't change! If it's Audi, how can I fight for resources and support from the province by crying for poverty and suffering."

Wu Tao immediately gave a thumbs up, "Oh, Secretary Liu!"

After a joke, the atmosphere of the conversation suddenly became relaxed...