When climbing the mountain to see the scenery, Wang Hui felt relaxed.

Walking side by side, he took care of the old man's pace.

Slightly unexpectedly, the old man not only did not look old, but his footsteps were vigorous.

It should be someone who exercises regularly.

This reminded Wang Hui of a meme.

Two years ago, people often talked about how to distinguish between the rich and the poor in the United States.

Of course, those years were also the era when the United States was blew away.

According to them, most of the rich are rich and leisurely, and are particularly self-disciplined, so their figures are kept very standard.

And what about the poor?

I eat garbage and high-calorie food every day and I am very fat.

For example, the typical image of an American big car driver.

It's just a silk wrap around the head, a shoulder-to-head is exposed, a vest is not buttoned, and a general's belly is stretched.

Wang Hui scoffed at this statement.

Self-discipline, whether for the poor or the rich, is actually a difficult problem.

For example, he himself.

At least in terms of exercise, he is definitely not a match for the old man around him.

Judging from the strength of others' footsteps, the foundation must be very good.

Wang Hui can only admire him.

"young people,

I can't compare to me, an old man? Come and keep up!"

The old man slowly led Wang Hui about ten meters.

Suddenly he turned around and shouted.

Wang Hui took a breath and strode to catch up.

It was exactly the morning.

It's another working day.

There are not many people on the mountain road, and the environment is beautiful and quiet.

One old and one young, one front and one back.

Halfway through, the old man gasped slightly.

Wang Hui showed the advantage of youth, without a trace of sweat on his forehead.

The bodyguard behind him handed the old man a thermos cup.

The old man unscrewed the lid and took a sip.

"Let's go!"

Wang Hui nodded.

The old man did not deliberately exude some so-called superior aura.

But... Wang Hui could still feel a sense of pressure.

The two of them walked around and came to a resting place in the middle of the mountain.

Take a break.

The old man drank water again and then suddenly asked: "What do you think is the cultural and creative industry?"

Wang Hui looked up suddenly.

At this moment, the old man's identity was about to emerge.

Wang Hui has two choices.

First, he was called destroying the other party's identity, but he never understood why he was condescending to the nobles with his position.

Chat with yourself for hiking.

Second, pretend not to know. But pretending to be stupid in front of him should not play the role it should be. Will there be a comment that pretends to behave?

So... a simple communication became complicated.

Wang Hui knew that he now represents Wen Ning's side.

Then, you must not ignore answering the elderly’s questions.

Headache!

"What? Is it difficult to answer?" The old man looked at Wang Hui with a smile.

"I'm afraid that if I answered wrong, it would cause trouble to my friends." Wang Hui sighed secretly and told the truth.

In front of this old man, he really had no choice.

It is better to communicate honestly.

"How could it be?" The old man's eyes seemed to have a clear understanding of everything.

"Of course!" Wang Hui sat upright, "My answer not only represents myself, but also represents the eyes of my friends in looking at people. What do you think, Mr. Wen?"

Mr. Wen... is naturally the one with the surname Wen.

The only person named Wen that Wang Hui knew was Wen Ning.

Then the old man in front of him can only be Wen Ning's grandfather.

The founder and manager of this big family.

Although she is seventy years old.

However, due to the rise in nutritional and medical care and various conditions, modern people also look like people in their 60s.

"I guessed it?" Mr. Wen did not deny it.

I didn't continue to ask how the other party did it.

He just smiled faintly: "If you can't guess, I'm leaving."

Wang Hui quietly breathed.

He believed that this old man would do what he said.

From then on, what he said, "left", probably has another meaning.

Fortunately, I chose to be honest.

"Mr. Wen, I don't know much about the cultural and creative industry, I'm just working for Wen Ning. You ask me this question, but I'm more than me." Wang Hui put his attitude low.

Old Man Wen took a sip of water and said, "Don't be too rude. You can even give Wen Ning the idea of ​​retreating as an advance, why can't you say it?"

Wang Hui was stunned.

Did Wen Ning even say these words to his grandfather?

impossible!

Then it was the person who had arranged it by the old man around Wen Ning.

It's normal to think so.

As the helmsman of the older generation, how could it be impossible not to understand the behavior and character of the younger generation?

"Don't be surprised..." The old man saw Wang Hui's thoughts, "I sent Guo Qinglan to help Xiao Ning!"

I see.

This makes sense.

No wonder Guo Qinglan was able to become Wen Ning's housekeeper.

No wonder Wen Ning respected Guo Qinglan very much when he spoke.

It turns out that Guo Qinglan is the spokesperson of Mr. Wen.

Wen Ning is very smart and has no reason not to know.

That means... Wen Ning also spoke through Guo Qinglan.

Alas... can't this grandparents and grandchildren have a face-to-face conversation?

"I like Xiao Ning very much. This child is very smart and is a good material. But... in recent years, she hasn't chatted with me very much. There are too many things, and I understand."

"Fortunately, with Qinglan's help, I can know what happened as soon as possible. If you can, I will help you." The old man sighed.

"I work for Wen Ning. I think Mr. Wen can give the future of the family to her, and she will definitely be competent." Wang Hui said suddenly.

Mr. Wen looked at him and laughed: "You are quite bold and say good things to her in front of me."
To be continued...