"Director Ao?"

I don't understand why.

"Do you still know me?" Old Ao looked surprised.

In addition to brewing wine, the mortals that Lao Ao has contacted the most are doctors and nurses in the hospital. His nephew is the sales made by his nephew on weekdays, and he knows only a limited number of mortals.

Wang Li said: "Of course I know, the Dragon Prince."

No wonder you have to jump on a tower crane. If you jump on a lake, you shouldn't die.

"you!!"

Lao Ao stood up and said in horror: "How do you know? Who are you?"

Wang Li smiled slightly and said, "I belong to the Heavenly Court Labor Bureau."

"Heaven Court Labor Bureau?" Old Ao was confused: "When will the Heavenly Court have such a department?"

“Newly established.”

Uncle Yu said: "Isn't it going bankrupt? The Jade Emperor specially established a new department to find jobs and benefits for laid-off gods. This is the leader of the Labor Bureau."

"ah……"

Old Ao hurriedly bowed to Wang Li and said, "The Supreme Immortal... Ah, I'm not right, Director Wang."

"Just call Director Wang, the bureau chief can't afford it." Wang Li waved his hand, and even though he was the commander who claimed to be Director Wang Li was a little guilty.

Old Ao said with a flushed face: "Today's incident makes Director Wang feel ashamed to meet Ao Guang."

Wang Li said lightly: "There is nothing to be ashamed of. This is the suffering of the world. When the gods come here, they will inevitably encounter something."

Wang Li is now considered to be unlucky and is no longer a surprise.

As Erlang Shen said, everyone who comes to the world is in a mess. If Lao Ao had not had to prolong his son's life, he would have lived a better life than other gods.

As for the difference, who is the gods here than Sun Wukong? He is now being caught for theft, and he has a lot of silence on his face and can't even explain clearly. How miserable it is.

As for life, it is just a mess. The most shameful thing for the gods to survive is the Jade Emperor.

"What the hell is going on with you?"

Uncle Yu still doesn't understand why, and I don't know what exactly happened that forced the gods to commit suicide.

"Oh...that third child..."

Lao Ao roughly explained the current situation.

Nezha and Ao Bing are well known to all the gods. Although Uncle Yu is a small mountain god, he has heard of this. He never expected Ao Bing to survive until now, and he did not expect that the East China Sea Aquarium was killed by the little RB next door. No wonder he always caused a typhoon. This is a fucking retribution.

The so-called: Everyone has the responsibility to protect the environment.

The Environmental Supervision Bureau, born in accordance with the laws of nature, protects all things in nature, and can punish gods and immortals who are killed indiscriminately, and can also punish despicable humans.

"So you have to sell the brewery now to save your son." Mr. Yu said again.

Old Ao looked sad: "I can't do anything about it, but now the brewery can't sell it for a while, and the price has been suppressed. My son has only less than a week left."

Although the factory that has been built with great effort cannot make Lao Ao rich, it is at least hard work, and it is not much different from his own children.

Now that he wants to sell one child to save another, Lao Ao’s mood is imaginable.

He is old and has been the lord of the East China Sea since he was born. He was respected for the first half of his life, but his old age was so desolate. If he had not experienced glory and wealth, he might still be able to see it. But he had experienced wealth and prosperity first and then fell into the dust and suffered a lot. No wonder he wanted to commit suicide...

Wang Li could imagine that if he was also a super rich second generation and suddenly went bankrupt to the point where he needed to sell his children, he would probably not be much different from Lao Ao's choice. At most, he would be decent and find a place where no one was to break himself silently.

"Since that's the case, let's buy his brewery. Anyway, your barbecue compound also needs beer every day." Uncle Yu suggested from the side.

Uncle Yu usually acts and speaks like a gangster. In fact, he is essentially a very simple and kind old farmer. He has the most essential spirit of killing the strong and helping the weak in ancient times. Seeing that the gods in the past are so miserable, he will inevitably feel sympathy and pity in his heart.

Wang Li said with a serious expression: "It's a pity that the brewery sells it so cheaply. We should buy it, but this is not the problem."

"Are you short of money?"

Uncle Yu said, "If you are short of money, tell me, have you just received the project payment?"

"That's your money..." Wang Li said hurriedly: "How can I use your money?"

Wang Li has been thinking about investing in Lao Ao winery, but now Wang Li has been put on hold due to financial problems. Although Mr. Yu’s project payment has been reached, Wang Li has never thought of using his money to do his own business.

The old man taught Wang Li since he was a child that he could not touch his own things, so even Huang Xiaojun's barbecue courtyard Wang Li gave him rent, so it was even more impossible for him to embezzle other people's money.

"What's the use of my old bones?" said Mr. Yu: "If you can use them to benefit more people, that's great merit."

"I……"

When Wang Li heard Mr. Yu's words, he felt awe.

This is the real god.

I guess he moved the mountains not because the mountains blocked his own way, but to benefit all those who were blocked by the mountains.

Uncle Yu's realm is so high that Wang Li can't help but admire him.

"Uncle Ao, how much does your brewery plan to sell for?" Wang Li asked Old Ao.

Lao Ao said: "The target price is 500,000."

"Five hundred thousand?" Wang Li was slightly stunned.

It seems that Lao Ao is really at a dead end. Wang Li has seen the equipment of the factory, but it is still new. 500,000 is indeed a very cheap price.

"If Director Wang is too arrogant, you can still discuss it." Old Ao hurriedly said when he saw Wang Li's expression.

“It’s not a matter of price.”

Wang Li sighed and said, "Even if I bought your brewery for 500,000 yuan, how much does it mean to you?"

"You...what do you mean?" Old Ao was confused.

"To put it bluntly, how long can your son last for a lifetime of 500,000 yuan?" Wang Li said again.

"this……"

Old Ao was silent.

The cost of the intensive care unit is 8,000 yuan a day, and 500,000 yuan will only last for more than two months at most. Is it just to buy the winery just to make my son live for two more months?

"So your behavior of selling factories can only be said to be killing chickens and getting eggs, not a long-term way."

Wang Li said: "I have a way to achieve the best of both worlds."

"What's the solution?" Lao Ao asked eagerly.

Wang Li said: "The factory doesn't need to be sold! How about I invest in helping you with two production lines?"

"No need to sell the factory, do you still invest in me? I..."

Lao Ao looked at Wang Li incredibly and said, "Invest in two production lines?! Director Wang, aren't you teasing me? I'm so old and can't stand the trouble. If you like something, can you just say it?"

The Dragon King of the East China Sea is miserable. As long as he can remember, other gods have blackmailed him, blackmailed him, and bullied him... Now someone takes the initiative to invest in him, which really makes him feel a little unbelievable, and even makes him feel scared. He is also afraid that this sudden pie is poisonous.

There is no love for no reason, nor hatred for no reason.
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