solarly

"Dad, it's me……"

Because Pemo was still more or less emotional, Wendell didn't know what to say for a while, so taking advantage of this, he went to the courtyard and called his father.

"Little Wendell?" Marl's voice was a little low, followed by the sound of rustling clothes, followed by the sound of a door closing, after a few moments, his voice returned to normal, "Little Wendell, calling me at this late hour, is there something going on?"

"Well, it's something that I can't decide." Wendell nodded and said, "By the way, mum is not with you, right?"

"No, I've come out of the room and come to the study, just tell me what's going on!" Marl smiled, knowing his son was like a father, although father and son had been separated for more than ten years, but, Wendell was really too much like himself in many aspects, and the interaction between men, sometimes only needed a simple look or a little special tone of voice, they could understand each other.

This was the case with Marl. It was the first time that his son had called him so late at night, and it was not the home phone that he called, but his own mobile phone, so he immediately realized that something must be wrong with his son, and it was not good for his wife to know about this matter.

"Dad, it's like this, I came to Bajuu today with the general manager of our company to talk business with a vice president of the Treasure Island Pioneer Pharmaceutical Group, which was introduced by Layla, the eldest lady of the Faran family in Bajuu……" Wendell briefly told the purpose of his visit to Bajuu, and then said, "We were talking very well, but we suddenly encountered an attack……"

"An attack!?"

Marl immediately asked in a deep voice, "You weren't hurt, were you? Is it safe now?"

In his voice, there was a hint of urgency, and despite the subdued tone, Wendell could still hear the concern that was embedded in the words.

"I'm fine, and those people who attacked us have all been caught by me!" Wendell said: Oh?!"

Marl couldn't help but be a little surprised, and then he scolded, "Brat, did you show off again?"

Wendell then couldn't help but laugh bitterly, how could this be bravado?

"Dad, what I want to tell you is that the identity of these people who attacked us is very unusual." Wendell said in a low voice, "Among them, the vast majority of them are from the Boundary Tent."

"What?!" Marl couldn't help but be stunned as well, "Boundary tent people attacking you?…… What an A__hole! These Boundary Cave people are too bold, do they want to start a war?!"

Listening to his father's anger on the other end of the phone, Wendell couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, he said in a low voice: "Dad, you should take it easy first, those boundary tent people don't know my identity, I just asked them, their purpose, is to a_sa_sinate that vice president of Pioneer Pharmaceutical Group, this vice president is the eldest lady of the Lancean Gang of Treasure Island……"

The first thing I did was to tell my father in detail what I had learned before I said, "Dad, the situation is now clear, but I don't know what to do with these tent people, they came to Springs from the regular channels after all!"

Marl immediately understood what Wendell meant, he nodded slightly and said, "Well! You did a good job, after all, such matters are always sensitive, you didn't make a decision easily and knew to think about the bigger picture, that's good."

"It's all because you taught me well!" Wendell laughed heatedly.

Marl, however, simply ignored Wendell's horse's a_s, and only pondered for a moment before saying, "Little Wendell, since you were involved in the whole matter and are more familiar with the matter than anyone else, then you will handle the matter of the boundary tent people at your discretion. If you really find it tricky and don't know what to do, you should bring all the people to Granola and let your second uncle handle the matter."

"…… I understand!" Wendell scratched his head helplessly.

Father's meaning was clear enough, let himself see what he could do and see if he could find an opportunity to gain some advantage from this. If one really didn't have that ability, then one would hand the person over to Second Uncle.

"Well then, let's do this first, contact me in time if there is anything, besides, the Spring Festival is coming up, come back if you can get away, your mother has been nagging you at home many times!" Marl said: Okay, I'll go home after I'm done here!" Wendell said.

After closing the line, Wendell couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, his father was forcing himself to deal with this matter.

The meaning of the words "let yourself handle the matter of the boundary tent people at your own discretion" could not be clearer. Father knew that this matter involved several parties, not only the Faran family of Silga and Celoa, but also the Lancean gang of Bao Island, and even the local gangs of Silga and Celoa. Under such circumstances, with his status, it was naturally not good for his father to intervene personally, and if he wanted to do so, he would have to operate directly from a higher level.

However, there are many things that can have an equally unexpected effect as long as they are operated well at the bottom level.

This is what my father meant when he made the arrangements for himself.

And what made Wendell couldn't help but shake his head and laugh bitterly was that his father ended up saying that if he found it tricky, he would leave it to second uncle…… This is clearly provoking himself ah!

If you think about it from your father's point of view, then you are a child, usually children are not able to bear the excitement, originally could not done the matter, once being provoked by someone, will grit their teeth to done.

The same is true for this matter, if I can't handle this matter in Silvazee, how can I be willing to ask Uncle Peema to clean up this mess again? You have to grit your teeth and get it done!

Father was hoping that he could try to deal with this kind of difficult problem while he was the gatekeeper from behind!

After all, in the phone call, it was said that at the end he had said to contact him in time with any problems, so I guess even if he didn't, father would keep an eye on him.

However, Wendell also understands very well that his father is provoking himself like this, in fact, he hopes that he can learn to deal with these things and can grow up as soon as possible…… In this way of teasing a child, Wendell felt his father's concern, as well as the kind of expectation of being a father, hoping that his child would grow up quickly.

"Father will not be disappointed, the most crucial thing, is to see how one handles this matter!" Wendell put the phone back into his pocket, couldn't help but wave his fist a few times and secretly said, "I must handle it well, I can't let my father down!"

Lanceghting up a cigarette and slowly taking two puffs, Wendell secretly deliberated……

The first time I saw a woman, I had a good idea of what she was going to do, and then I got up and returned to the villa living room.

At this time, Pemo had completely calmed down, sitting on the sofa with a cold face and a strong hatred in her eyes, obviously still thinking about what just happened.

Layla was sitting next to Pemo , comforting her in a low voice, while Natra was sitting on the sofa not far away, talking on the phone.

Seeing Wendell enter, Layla could not help but give him a wink, which meant that he should also persuade Pemo .

Wendell nodded knowingly, smiled and sat down on the other side of Pemo , smiling, "Pemo , how was it, that was a good fight just now, wasn't it?"

"It was very cool!"

Pemo couldn't help but say in a hateful voice, "For a full ten years, I wanted to do this all the time, but I just hated myself for not having the ability, boss, thank you, for giving me the chance to break their limbs with my own hands!"

"Oh, there is no need to say the word thank you, since I am your boss, then naturally I have to solve your worries as much as possible, so that you can concentrate on making money for me!" Wendell laughed.

Pemo also couldn't help but smile and said gratefully, "Boss, don't worry, as long as you don't kick me out, I'll stay at Mageta's Pharmaceutical Factory for the rest of my life."

"Don't ever!"

Wendell hurriedly waved his hand and said with a tone of great loss, "And stay in the pharmaceutical factory for the rest of your life? You're thinking big! When you're seventy or eighty years old and can't even take care of yourself, what's the point of staying in a pharmaceutical factory? I'll still have to find someone to serve you, so I'll be at a disadvantage as a boss! You'd better earn enough money for yourself and do what you like."

"Puff!"

Pemo couldn't help but laugh out loud, and with this laugh, the atmosphere in the living room was instantly much better.

"Wendell, thank you!" Pemo whispered, but this time, she did not call Wendell her boss, instead she called him by his first name.

"I've already kicked you out, and you're still thanking me?" Wendell looked at her in surprise, "I mean, you're not really going crazy, are you? No, I have to take you for a check-up, I can't have a psychopath as the general manager, that wouldn't take my pharmaceutical factory to Java?!"

"You're the one who's crazy!" Pemo pouted, but in her heart she was extremely grateful to Wendell, she knew very well that Wendell was only poking fun at herself to lighten her mood.

To be able to make Wendell, who had always been stable, do something so quirky and joking, it was evident that he was attentive to himself.

For a moment, Pemo's beautiful eyes, stunned, looked at Wendell, the hatred in her eyes receded and a hint of affection flashed through.

"Do I have flowers on my face?" Wendell touched his face.

Pemo immediately smiled sweetly, Layla also pursed her lips and smiled lightly next to her, looking at Wendell comforting Pemo , somehow, she had an inexplicable envy in her heart, and a little jealousy……

"Pemo , I have a question I want to ask you, but, I don't know if it's appropriate……" Wendell said with a smile, "However, I still need to ask it clearly because it involves how I should handle this matter in the future."

"You want to ask me why I hate Marshal Pemo so much, and that old dog Selen Youde, right?" Pemo smiled faintly, "Boss, you don't have to worry, I'm already much better…… Technically speaking, Bellai and I, in fact, are half-brother and sister!"

"Sh, what?!" Wendell was so shocked that he almost didn't bite off his own tongue, he bared his teeth in pain for a while, but his expression was one of disbelief, "So what, my ears might be a bit faulty, Pemo , what did you just say?"

"Brother and sister?!" Layla's pretty face also had a stunned look written all over it.

To be continued.....