She's waiting for me there.

The next morning, Chen Yun received a call from the police.

"Hey, Uncle Yang, is there news so early?"

"Well, the other side wants to resolve the matter as soon as possible, and they've put pressure on me. You know what I mean."

"I understand. You've already helped me a lot. I can talk to them about the rest."

"Okay, let's talk at the police station later."

"It will be over soon."

Chen Yun changed his clothes and went out to take a look at Xiaoqi's cat food bowl.

Empty again? This little guy has been eating a lot recently. It turns out that kittens over one year old are the most gluttons.

Fill the cat's food bowl and put two tablets of vitamins, taurine or other nutritional medicines that are beneficial to growth and development into the food bowl.

Hearing the familiar voice, Xiaoqi came running over from downstairs.

"Meow~"

"Here you come, little fat cat."

"Meow!!!"

Sure enough, as long as the gender is ♀, if you say a word related to fat, you are like poking her in the lungs, and she will definitely fight you to death.

Chen Yun reached out and rubbed Xiaoqi's head twice. The furry feel was very comfortable.

"Ah!"

Qingxue heard the sound and came out from the bedroom next door, carrying Xiao Xunyou.

"It was too cold last night. I shouldn't have opened the window."

"It should be fine. I'm strong."

Chen Yun wanted to take his daughter and hold her for a while, but then he thought better of it.

All colds start with a sneeze, which is the dividing line.

When I'm not sneezing, I feel like I can hold a cow.

It would be difficult to even hold the cow if it sneezed.

This is the gap.

Chen Yun now clearly felt dizzy. He should leave quickly. He couldn't leave the virus at home and cause trouble to other people.

Before going out, I grabbed a mask.

After going out, he stuffed the mask into the hands of Chu Xinwen who was waiting at the door.

Chu Xinwen laughed when he saw it: "Who? This thing won't work. It's not as concealed as stockings."

"I didn't realize you're a repeat offender. Does your junior sister know that you stole her stockings?"

"What do you mean by stealing? I mean making reasonable use of it."

"Stop joking and drive. I have a cold. Put on your mask."

Chu Xinwen was stunned and didn't understand the logic here.

"You have a cold, why should I wear it? Shouldn't you wear it?"

Chen Yun raised his eyebrows: "The logic is wrong, it's you who is afraid of being infected, not me, why should I wear it? It's so uncomfortable to wear that thing."

What the hell!

Chu Xinwen was shocked.

This is really a reasonable and confident statement.

The theory seems to be correct, why should pathogens wear masks?

This is like a zombie virus outbreak. Do you want the zombies to restrain themselves?

I learned something. I really learned something.

However, this logic has a premise.

Put aside your personal qualities and enjoy a life of immorality.

This statement is absolutely true when applied to Chen Yun.

You're talking about quality with this sinister Lao Deng, forget it, how much is that thing per pound?

Chu Xinwen obediently put on a mask. The cold virus is very strong during the change of seasons, and he must not infect his junior sister when kissing her.

When they arrived at the police station, Chen Yun looked up at the glaring sun when he got out of the car and felt even more dizzy.

Chu Xinwen noticed his anomaly and said, "Why not just forget it today? You're not in a good condition to negotiate terms."

"You got it wrong. I'm in such a beautiful state of mind right now, perfect for this. Don't stop me later."

"Ah!"

Chen Yun took out the tissue Qingxue had prepared for him from his pocket.

Ok.

My wife is still the best. The tissues are all soft and fragrant.

After entering, I went to the director's office first.

"Uncle Yang, I'm busy."

"Chen Yun is here, come in and sit for a while."

"No, I have a cold. I don't want to infect you. Is Song Xiangyang here?"

Director Yang stood up and said, "In the conference room. I'll take you there."

"No need, Uncle Yang, I can go there by myself. I'll come and have a drink with you when I recover from my cold."

"Well, you go."

He closed the door casually and walked towards the meeting room unsteadily.

Chu Xinwen slowed down his pace and kept a certain distance from Chen Yun.

It can be felt that Chen Yun is in extremely good condition now, so good that he is on the verge of going crazy.

You can tell from his messy steps that he is a pure socialite.

Chen Yun pushed the door open and saw three people already inside.

A policeman was sitting in the main seat, and next to him were Song Xiangyang and his son.

Song Mu still had gauze wrapped around his head, but it didn't affect his sarcastic look.

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Chen? He's really impressive. He made the three of us wait..."

Before he could finish, Chen Yun pointed at him and said, "Don't say anything, you idiot."

Not only Song Mu was stunned, but the police officer and Song Xiangyang were also confused.

What's wrong with this guy? Why does he start with a big move right away?

Chu Xinwen took a step back, then silently took out his mobile phone, ready to record the next famous scene.

It’s really a waste of time for me to come here today, I can also learn some negotiation skills.

The first step is to attack the opponent face to face and catch him off guard.

Chen Yun walked over to the table and said with a smile, "Comrade Police Officer, we accept mediation, but let us discuss the rest of the matter ourselves. It would be bad if I spit in your face."

The police officer nodded. This saved him a lot of trouble as he didn't even have to go through the mediation process.

"Keep your voices down and don't do anything extreme. This is a police station."

"Don't worry, I'm a law-abiding, decent citizen."

"Ah That's good."

The policeman stood up and walked out with the folder.

Before I could even open the door and go out, I heard someone yelling, "Go on, you idiot! I'm listening."

The police hurriedly closed the door tightly. Fortunately, the conference room had good sound insulation, so as long as they didn't fight, it would be fine.

Song Mu slammed the table and stood up: "You are the chairman after all, can you show some manners?"

“I only talk about quality with people.”

Song Xiangyang pulled his furious son with a gloomy face.

Song Mu is still far behind in terms of cunning. The most common tactic used in negotiations is to make the other party lose their mind.

This seemed too childish to him, just a simple provocation.

"Chen Yun, let's get down to business. We're willing to compensate you for the damage to your parking lot. Just name the amount."

Song Xiangyang's words still showed his sincerity in negotiating. Chen Yun continued to make trouble just because he wanted compensation. Just give it to him. Does the Song family still need this little money?

"Lao Deng, have you ever played PUBG?"

"What?"

"There's a limited edition mummy suit in the mobile game PUBG. Is your son cosplaying that thing? But why is there only a head? He doesn't have enough money to buy bandages."

Song Xiangyang's face became more and more gloomy. Need I explain why his son was like this?

"Chen Yun, don't use such childish methods."

"Your son would easily get a beating in the idiot monkey community, and he only did half of his cosplay. It's obvious that he has no upbringing."

What is this two-thorn monkey, what is this cosplay, how can there be no upbringing, is there any connection between these things?

Song Xiangyang couldn't quite keep up with his train of thought.

"Chen Yun, that's about right."

"Your son can't do that."

"Who are you saying is incompetent?" Song Xiangyang couldn't help but clasp his hands together.

"Your son is not good enough, so... Oh, you are not good enough either, haha, you even made up a genetic family tree. If you trace it back three generations... Tsk tsk tsk tsk."

Song Xiangyang Hongwen, this grandson is too much.

How the hell can we have this conversation when he scolds his son in front of his father?

I have to say that Chen Yun understands the art of language. Whoever said that everyone is well-educated, that's because you didn't hit his aorta.

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