Chapter 473: Do you trust me?

"Well, that's a good idea!" Qiao Zui rushed to Gu Jun one by one thumbs up:

"My little uncle is my little uncle, hit the nail on the head, in the same

words, admire it!"

Based on his understanding of Fang Yao, Fang Yao would definitely be

interested in this matter.

His current confusion is that he has lost his direction in life.

Waiting for him to find something interesting to do, the spirit and spirit

will naturally come back.

Just do it.

Qiao Zui asked Gu Jun for some procedures and templates for the placement of

veterans under the Gu family. Gu Jun asked Gu Chi to send someone to fax him

from the headquarters. Qiao Zui left with a lot of information content.

When he returned to Gu’s villa with a lot of materials, Fang Yao was doing

rehabilitation upstairs on the left.

Gu’s Villa has three buildings.

The main building in the middle, the back left is the bodyguard building, and

the back right is the servants.

The entire top floor of the bodyguard building is a practice room with all

kinds of training equipment.

After they came, Gu Junzhu specially asked them to prepare a rehabilitation

room for them.

The rehabilitation room is just downstairs of the exercise room, and it is

also a whole floor, absolutely super luxurious treatment.

Although his little uncle is a bit poisonous, he is actually quite good to

him.

Uncle, uncle, and his father are almost the same... Well, just too young!

Fang Yao cared more about injuries than him, and did rehabilitation much more

diligently than him.

When he entered, Fang Yao was naked, and he was practicing in full swing.

He sat casually on the blanket when he entered the door and called Fang Yao to

come over, “Brother Yao, show you something good.”

Fang Yao insisted on finishing the whole set of actions, then wiped his sweat

and walked to Qiao Zui and sat down: "What?"

Qiao Zui handed over the information in his hand to Fang Yao, and told Fang

Yao that he wanted to start a company that specializes in arranging veterans

and said, “I have the Qiao family, and I don’t have enough energy. You can do

this and I will participate in the shares.”

Fang Yao looked at him: "It's as if you are working hard for the Qiao family."

Qiao drunk and laughed, "I'm just like this, the company is really open, will

you let me rest assured?"

Fang Yao expressionlessly: "Don't worry."

"Won't that end?" Qiao Zui said, "Your management talent is better than mine.

Why are you the captain and me?"

It is clear that his individual combat ability is better than Fang Yao, but he

is only the deputy team.

Fang Yao said: "That's because you are lazy and don't want to lose heart."

If Qiao Zui is serious, his ability is definitely above him.

Although he was the captain of the team, it was Joe Zui who made suggestions

every time he went on a mission, but Joe was lazy and didn’t like to worry

about trivial matters. He was too lazy to be like Qiao Zui, even if he was

smart enough to be Zhuge Liang, he couldn’t be the leader.

"No one is perfect!" Qiao Zui simply lay down on the blanket and raised

Erlang's legs, "I've been lazy since my mother's stomach. This is the way I've

been in this life."

Fang Yao looked through the information, carefully reading every word.

After a long time, he said: "It can be done."

Qiao was almost asleep, listening to what he said, he barely opened one eyelid

to look at him: "Huh?"

Fang Yao whispered: "Azui...thank you."

He knew that Qiao Zui was a lazy man who could lie down and never sit, and

could sit and never stand. Why did he go to Gu Junzhu’s company to get these

things?

It's all for him.

He thought he had concealed the pain and confusion in his heart very well, but

how could he conceal the fact that he had been with him day and night,

fighting back to back for so long Joe Zui?

He really thinks Joe Drunk’s suggestion is very good.

He was born in a wealthy family. When his mother died, he left him with

property that he could not spend his entire life. He was discharged from the

army due to injury and still suffered so much. What about those comrades who

were born in poverty and had nothing?

(End of this chapter)