"Yes, that's his house. It's lively there now."
Did this place ever have such a large entertainment venue in my past life? I have no recollection of it.
Was it because I didn't pay attention in my past life, or because I forgot about it for too long, or because my rebirth has unknowingly changed some things?
At this moment, Lin Fei lowered his voice and whispered, "Didn't that guy cut the power lines, making it impossible for us to do production? That's why I was originally planning to report them for gambling."
“Don’t do that,” He Wenlin said hurriedly. “We have a grudge against Song Bo, but not against that business owner. If you report him, you’ll not only be blocking Song Bo’s path, but also that business owner’s path to wealth. Blocking someone’s path to wealth is like killing their parents. We don’t need to offend someone who makes money through shady means because of Song Bo. It would be even more troublesome if we got into trouble.”
They are outsiders with weak roots. The other party is making shady deals here, and they don't know anything about their background, so there's no need to offend them.
"Don't meddle in other people's business as long as it doesn't affect us," Mr. He instructed.
Lin Fei chuckled: "I didn't report them because if they run an entertainment venue here, we can sell dozens more fast food meals every day."
"Did they order food today too?" He Wenlin asked.
"I've ordered it. The owner provides meals and late-night snacks for the people playing cards over there. They ordered twenty-five boxed meals this noon," said Mr. He. "Their card room is doing very well. There are three sessions a day, and the five tables upstairs are basically full every time. Business is booming. They order lunch, dinner, and late-night snacks from us every day, which adds up to almost three hundred yuan."
"Dad, you can't go playing cards."
"I'm exhausted every day, how can I have time to play cards?" Mr. He said unhappily.
Lin Fei then spoke up for He's father: "Linlin, Uncle is behaving very well now. Last time, when that Boss Tang asked him to hit someone, he didn't. Don't worry."
Upon hearing this, He Wenlin's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "The owner of the card room is inviting you to play cards?"
"Yeah, they said they were one short for the mahjong, but I didn't go."
"There are many people who win at cards, so it's the right thing for you not to go," He Wenlin said. "I know you've worked hard, let's keep up the good work and get a Mercedes next year!"
Mr. He's mind is now filled with thoughts of two million yuan and getting a Mercedes-Benz next year. So whenever Mr. Tang invites him to play cards while he's delivering food, or even during the lunch and evening rush hours when he asks him to join in, he refuses.
He knew that if he went, he wouldn't get a Mercedes next year, and he would either be making egg rolls or working as a security guard in a factory.
What kind of image is it for the father of a powerful CEO to work as a security guard?
Doesn't he care about his reputation?
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