Fang Wendao looked at more than 20 young men and women, and couldn't help but tremble a few times. Did he really bring his own children?

One of the middle-aged men was bloated but had a strong power.

"Old Zuo?"

Zuo Zhuang smiled and the fat on his face almost squeezed his eyes into a gap, and he smiled:

"Old Fang, I have been working hard for half my life before I have created a small company. You are so amazing. You have already driven Bentley. What are you doing now?"

Hearing this, everyone's conversation suddenly became weaker.

First, because the small company collected by Zuozhuang has assets of 30 to 40 million yuan, and is the best among classmates.

Secondly, they are also very curious about what old classmate Fang Wendao does to afford to drive a Bentley?

Fang Wendao shook his head and smiled, "Hey, I'll just work as soon as I give it to you."

Someone gave it to you? Working?

Let's go and cheat!

Everyone tugged their lips and didn't believe Fang Wendao's words at all.

Zuo Zhuang's eyes moved, thinking it was Fang Wendao's humble words, so he stopped asking questions and planned to wait for the dinner table to test it.

Thinking of this, Zuo Zhuang suo patted his big belly and asked with a smile:
Chapter completed!