Old Wang Doesn’t Want to be Tragic

the bar checking the time.

It would take at least half an hour for Old Qi to return from throwing the trash. 

Although he had cleaned up that piece of trash, Wang Zhao Mou wasn’t relieved at all.

The Wang family would still go bankrupt, and he would still have nothing and die lonely in the basement.

But it was good like this, there was one less person who relied on the Wang family for-profit and enjoyed his misery.

“Master Wang, do you need something to drink?” The bartender enthusiastically asked.

“A few glasses of what you are good at.” 

Recalling those things, Wang Zhao Mou felt a little tired.
He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows slowly.

Half an hour passed by in a blink of an eye.

As soon as Old Qi came back, he saw the boss was sitting at the bar, and chatting with the bartender.

“Boss.”

Hearing the voice, Wang Zhao Mou turned his face sideways, and his eyes were slightly red.

“Have you found Leng Ye??”

“Boss, I have already checked in Su City and the other neighboring cities.
There is no one-year-old child named Leng Ye.”

Old Qi looked at Wang Zhao Mou who was sitting motionless as if he was lost in thought, so he could only bite the bullet and keep talking.

“One more thing…” Old Qi’s face was helpless, as he said, “Master Zhao Yun is waiting for you at the school, for a day.”

Wang Zhao Mou was a little dazed, but he still carefully asked, “Did he not admit that he was wrong?”

“No, he ate dinner in the principal’s office and said…”

“What else?” Wang Zhao Mou raised his eyes and asked.

“Also said…” Old Qi lowered his voice, and said, “If you don’t go, he will tell everyone that three years ago when you got drunk, you hugged someone else’s dog, taught a group of old men and women how to dance, and directed traffic at the intersection, and you even got arrested by the police.”

“Nonsense, I have never.” Wang Zhao Mou’s eyes were erratic.

Old Qi watched the boss for a while, then suddenly reacted.

He called the bartender and asked, “How much did the boss drink??”

“Seven glasses.” The bartender answered while wiping the glass.

Old Qi frowned, and asked, “What was the boss talking about with you just now?”

Hearing it, the bartender looked helpless, and answered “Master Wang is arguing with me, how many legs do forty-four frogs have…”

“I said one hundred and seventy-six legs, but Master Wang insisted on one hundred and thirty-two because one frog only has three legs.”

Old Qi suddenly felt bad, and turned his head to look again, and found that the person sitting next to him had disappeared.

Old Qi hurriedly shouted, “Quick! Quickly look for the boss!”