I Really Didn’t Want to Become a Scumbag

　　 Lin Cong didn't know who Zhou Yuwen was, but in this room, Zhou Yuwen was about the same age as himself, and the two people's opinions were so consistent. Of course Lin Cong was anxious to stand in line.

The most important thing is that he has only returned to China now, and there are no friends who come to play with him. He always thought that his family was ordinary, so he got along with some ordinary friends. Now he suddenly let him be the son of the brother, he definitely does not To adapt, I wanted to find a friend of the same class. In Lin Cong's view, Zhou Yuwen was of the same class, so Lin Cong must be anxious to get Zhou Yuwen into the group.

Lin Jianwang said the same thing. He said: "Xiao Zhou, you should build this network platform together with Lin Cong. We old guys don’t understand this kind of new stuff. I don’t know how to just give it to this kid. Don’t worry, if you watch, I can rest assured and take care of your brother Zhou. No, you are younger than our Xiao Cong, aren’t you? Studying with your brother Zhou, your brother Zhou is amazing. He was only 19 years old. It’s a movie."

　　 Lin Cong is still a bit cautious now, he immediately stood up and said: "Oh, then I will offer Brother Zhou a drink,"

　　 Zhou Yuwen watched Lin Cong stand up, naturally he would stand up with him, saying that he didn’t dare to be.

　　 "Brother Cong, you can just call me Yuwen. I just work for Mr. Song. It's nothing great." Zhou Yuwen said modestly.

　　 Lin Jianwang is a soldier and has a hot temper. He frowned when he heard these words: "What is a job!? My nephew, what are you humble? I really want to work. Then come to my side to work. Go to him and do what he does."

Song Baizhou just laughed over there when he heard this. Lin Jianwang also made a joke, and laughed after him. Zhou Yuwen's face was not surprised by Gu Bo, but Lin Cong still didn't understand what it meant, so he thought Zhou Yuwen was very powerful and polite. I was talking about letting Zhou Yuwen take care of myself more in the future.

　　 The two have nothing to talk about. Lin Cong is a **** player abroad. He plays games every day, and he has been in love, so he can only chat about games. Ask Zhou Yuwen if he can play games? What do you like to play?

　　Cs?

　　 Prototype torture?

Grand Theft Auto?

Assassin's Creed?

　　 There are only a few games these years, and Tencent games are not played very much abroad, so Lin Cong talked about this with Zhou Yuwen. It happened that Zhou Yuwen had played a little bit, so the two soon chatted over.

　　 Lin Jianwang and Song Baizhou also drank some wine over there. Lin Jianwang blushed easily after drinking, and smiled over there with a big belly, "Look how well these two boys play."

"Yuwen, I listened to uncle, just follow your brother Cong to do that live broadcast. He doesn't understand anything. You can help me. I will give you a 10% equity incentive. What do you think? You are worth the price. "Lin Jianwang, an old fox, said this out of his wine. He plans to invest 500 million yuan for Lin Cong to learn to invest, and 10% for Zhou Yuwen is 50 million yuan.

Zhou Yuwen likes money, but no merit is not rewarded. This kind of food is boring to eat. But in the live broadcast industry, Zhou Yuwen wants to get involved. Although it is said that later, Xiao Cong’s loss of money is lost, but it is true in the mid-term. Another one is the live broadcast platform. Everyone knows that it is the property of Prince One. Whoever doesn't give face, now is equivalent to giving himself a fast train.

　　 Zhou Yuwen thought about it a little bit, and Lin Cong said over there, "Promise, Yuwen, the female anchors I look for are all long legs. You promise to like it. By then, we will have three or four brothers."

　　 As he said, Lin Cong has already embraced Zhou Yuwen's shoulders intimately.

　　 Lin Jianwang frowned unhappy after hearing this, Song Baizhou smiled secretly, raised his glass and said, "Mr. Lin, the noble son is a man of temperament."

　　 Lin Jianwang waved his hand: "The mud can't support the wall."

Seeing Lin Cong sincerely pull himself into the group, Zhou Yuwen thought for a while and said: "Mr. Lin, since the hospitality is difficult, then I am really embarrassed to refuse. Come to buy gold, silver and silver, but I don’t have that much money now. I write an IOU to Mr. Lin. A year later, I will pay Mr. Lin 50 million, as if it was me."

　　 Lin Jianwang waved his hand: "Stop it, no need."

　　 Zhou Yuwen is stubborn.

　　 Song Baizhou admired Zhou Yuwen's stubbornness. He said, "Let him write, and I will guarantee him."

　　 To be honest, Lin Jianwang has never thought that his son can make money by using this live broadcast platform. If he spends the 500 million yuan, he has already planned to lose money.

Now, when I heard Zhou Yuwen said that I would give 50 million IOUs, Lin Jianwang was unwilling. You said that if this son loses his business in the future, he will have to lose 50 million. He wanted to sell it well, but now it’s not bad. Does it make people unhappy?

　　 So Lin Jianwang wanted to refuse, but when he saw Song Baizhou had agreed, he thought, alas, just agree if you agree, and just tear off the IOU after the big deal.

　　 It’s time to drink now, and writing IOUs is a bit unpleasant. Lin Jianwang will just say these things, you two will talk about it later, let’s drink now.

So the host and the guest had a great time. Lin Jianwang held Zhou Yuwen’s hand over there. He seemed to be drunk, but the old fox was not drunk at all. He said to Zhou Yuwen: “Little Zhou, I’m just this son. Understand, you have to bring him more, don't worry, uncle will not treat you badly, I will treat you as my nephew."

　　 Song Baizhou is drinking Maotai over there~www.wuxiamtl.com~ as if not hearing it.

Zhou Yuwen never dreamed that one day the richest man in the future would take his hand and let him bring his noble son. Lin Jianwang continued to say to Lin Cong: "Boy, don't think Yuwen is younger than you, he knows more than you. You have just returned to China. Don’t make any messy friends in the country. You should learn more from Yuwen and listen to Yuwen, you know?"

　　 Lin Cong is naturally obedient now, he nodded quickly, smiled and said, "That's for sure, Yuwen will be my own brother from now on."

　　 Regarding their drunk nonsense, Zhou Yuwen was just listening over there, perhaps with a smile on his mouth, but he was more sober than anyone else in his heart, he couldn't help turning his head and looking at Song Baizhou who was drinking alone over there.

　　 But Song Baizhou just looked like no one was there.

The four-person banquet lasted until about nine in the evening, and Lin Jianwang said: "Okay, you two will go out and play, we old guys have something to say, Xiao Zhou, take your brother more. Listen to your brother in the country. , Did you hear me?"

　　 So, Zhou Yuwen got out of the private room inexplicably, with Lin Cong who looked a little unintelligent behind him.

　　 The first sentence that came out of the private room was: "Ah, Brother Zhou, I know an Internet cafe with a very good environment. Let's go play a game, I'm Saoya thief!"

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