Chapter 302 This son really deserves a beating
"It's not just ordinary spending. She spent all her pocket money and still wants money from me. As a father, you don't care..."
Amidst the childish voice of the boy, there was also the angry shouting of a little girl.
"Brother... Linlin... You are not my brother anymore... You are going too far!"
At that time, Bo Yunying was sitting in the company's conference room for a meeting.
His son Bo Shaolin doesn't usually call him, but when he does, it must be something important.
So he took it.
Who knew I would hear such explosive content.
Bo Yunying narrowed his cold eyes slightly, "Which bastard?"
His voice was cold and filled with a hint of danger, and everyone in the conference room couldn't help but gasp in silence.
Mr. Bo wouldn't be stolen away by some bastard, would that be it?
Who is it!
Who is so bold!
"Xizi, she spent all her money on voting for Xizi." Linlin said dissatisfiedly.
"That's the routine of talent shows, I understand it all. She..."
He suddenly stopped talking because Tangtang gave up struggling. She was so angry that her eyes were red and her big eyes were full of tears.
"You're not my brother anymore! Goodbye!"
After saying that, he walked out of the room, closing the door with a loud bang!
Linlin looked confused: "...She's still angry? She spent money on the vote, but aren't the ones making money still capitalists like you and me? I'm not trying to make money from her!"
Bo Yunying: "..."
He held his forehead, and when he looked up, his eyes were dark again. "The meeting will continue."
He stood up and tried to leave.
Qiao You bowed and nodded, "Okay."
However, before leaving, Bo Yunying suddenly asked, "Is Xizi on the final list of debutants for the 'Infinite Dreams' talent show?"
Qiao, the gold medal assistant, had known about the young lady and the young master because of their participation in this program. He nodded calmly, "Yes, we'll definitely be in the top three."
"Yeah." Bo Yunying left, his back revealing a coldness and alienation that kept people at a distance.
Gong Ping followed him away.
After closing the door, in the conference room, the head of the variety show department asked Qiao You nervously.
"What does Mr. Bo mean? Does he have any objection to Xizi being in the top three? No, no, right?"
Xizi also has a strong background, strength and traffic. If President Bo doesn't allow it, their entire department will be in a panic and have to think about how to get rid of him.
Qiao You smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, just make it as grand as possible." The young lady likes it.
"oh……"
office.
Bo Yunying wanted to talk to his son, but his son asked him a heart-wrenching question.
"I've said what I wanted to say. What else do you want to say? If not, hang up. We have nothing to talk about."
…
"You did something wrong." Bo Yunying took a deep breath, his tone calm yet cold.
Without waiting for Linlin to refute him, he continued, "You and I both know that talent shows have one spot and one pit. Those who are supposed to debut will definitely debut, and the voting money goes to the capitalists. But Tangtang is still innocent. She likes Xizi and it is her happiness.
Bo Yunying only has so much to say when facing his family. There is a hint of helplessness between his delicate eyebrows.
"You destroyed her happiness with your own hands, just like when you taught yourself hacking and I told you that none of this was suitable and you should go to business school, join a company, and inherit the family business. What would you do?"
Linlin's tone was deep and a bit sinister.
"I'll run away from home and learn on my own. What's so great about your crappy company? I'll definitely start my own company in the future, surpass you, and become the richest man myself."
Bo Yunying: “…” This son really deserves a beating.
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