When the mother and son returned to the upper floor, the voice of Aizhu Taro speaking came from the gate: "Hi, Hi, Hi! I just saw their luggage when I got home, but I was not at home. Haha, yes, I didn't expect it! Well, I really want to meet them!"

There was a noise at the door of the conversation, and Taro Aizu turned around and glanced back: "Ah, they are really back! Please wait!"

The old man put down the phone and walked over: "You... are you back?"

After not seeing each other for many days, Ai Zhutaro has become fat. This is Ai Fei's first feeling. Not only has he become fat, but his father's face is also very rosy. Needless to ask, he has been in a good life in the past year! His snow-white shirt is wearing a yellow chrysanthemum pattern tie, and he maintains his usual demeanor and makeup even at home.

Taro Aizhu was also looking at his son. His son grew up. This was his first feeling. Not only did he increase his height, but the overall change in temperament also made him feel that he could no longer be as close to him as before. The child standing in front of him seems to have changed from the person who was still emitting a childish smell when he left Japan to the image of a mature, rational and successful man. This made Taro Aizhu, who originally wanted to get close to his children, hesitated.

But Ai Fei walked slowly to him and hugged his father: "Dad, are you okay?"

"Uh..." Orientals are always not used to such close actions between men. Aizhu Taro drooped his arms like a dead crab and let his son hug him: "...Uh, I'm fine."

Ai Fei smiled and took a step back: "When I was in the United States, I often think of you."

"Is that true?" Aizhu Taro frowned in annoyance: "I mean, thank you."

Ai Fei and Ai Shiko smiled at his panic: "Why, are you talking to someone?"

"Ah, yes." Aizhu Taro woke up from his dream and quickly grabbed the phone: "I'm sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time!...Hi Yi, Hi Yi, it's Xiao Ai Jun who is back." He covered the receiver with one hand: "Xi Yi Jun, it's Fuji Jun's phone."

Ai Fei understood what he meant, sat down next to the sofa, took the microphone: "Is Fuji-kun? Good evening!"

Fuji Takeuchi's voice could be heard clearly from the microphone: "Good evening, Mr. President!"

"Why, my father has told you that I'm back?"

"No. Actually..." Fuji Takeuchi paused: "It was Ai Jun who called me after seeing your and his wife's luggage."

"Understood."

After a long separation, this originally familiar relationship seemed a little unfamiliar: "Well, Mr. President, must have worked hard, right? I... wouldn't disturb you to rest."

"Okay, I'll go to the company tomorrow, and see you in the company."

"Hi, I look forward to meeting you at the company. Good night."

"Good night."

After putting down the phone, Ai Fei was stunned for a while: "Ah, Dad, is everything in the company OK?"

"Hi Yi! The company's situation..."

Ai Fei suddenly stopped him: "Dad, this is at home, don't you?"

"How can this work?" Aizhu Taro looked at it in a stern way: "Although at home... but when it comes to business, you are my boss. Hello, the kid, pour us tea."

This strange family relationship made Ai Fei feel very distressed and difficult to dissuade: "If you must persist like this."

"Hi Yi! I have always insisted like this." Aizu Taro nodded heavily and continued the topic just now: "As of the first issue, the company's magazine sales have reached 3.45 million copies, which does not include the number of books sold according to the president's wishes. The revenue from advertising fees also generated 240,000 yen in the month at the end of last year. Of course, the corresponding tax issues also created the number one in Japan. For this matter, I also specially accepted an interview with Yomiuri Shimbun!"

Ai Fei looked for it: "Do you have it at home?"

“Eh?”

“I mean, magazine.”

"Ah, yes, but there is no single magazine for sale, only..." As he said that, Taro Aizu stood up, picked up a magazine on the bookshelf, and put it in front of his son. Ai Fei picked it up and looked it up. What was very different from what he imagined was that the number of pages of the magazine increased greatly from the original one. He turned to the last page and the number was 168. Nearly 50 pages more than the last time he came back. A large book in his hand was held in his hand. The price on the back cover was still 340 yen.

When he opened the contents, Ai Fei nodded with satisfaction: The work of the magazine that Fuji Takeuchi was in charge of seems to be well done. Except for the color pages printed on coated paper, which accounted for about a quarter of the color pages, the other black and white pages were also quite exquisitely painted. As for the story, except for his own works, the others were all brand new stories. Because I didn’t see the previous content, I couldn’t fully understand the continuity of the story in it, so I had to look at the name first: Takeuchi Hirohiro’s "Bitoujiu Fist"; Takayama's "Neon-Century Evangelion"; Tatsuya's "Baseball Boy" was forbidden to do it; and Hanyama Reikong made it.

"Spider Girl"? Ai Fei's mind changed: "Is it a work that was published back then? Why is it still published in big magazines now?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know."

Ai Fei had to ask him this question and was indeed a bit embarrassed, so he had to put it down temporarily. He put the magazine back on the coffee table: "Can such pricing be balanced with such page count and printing costs?"

"It's very difficult!" Aizu Taro still didn't seem to be dragging the old-fashioned concept of thinking: "After calculations from various departments, the cost of each magazine is now about 300 yen. Taking into account other factors, the sales revenue of a magazine is only about a few yen. If you calculate the magazines sold in a bun, it's simply losing money to sell."

"So I said that the advertising department is the most important part of the company. If there were no advertising department, hehe!" Ai Fei sneered a few times: "I'm afraid the company will be closed long ago. By the way, is the situation in the advertising department okay?"

"..." Aizhu Taro scratched his head: "I'm sorry, Fuji-kun has always been responsible for the advertising department. I don't know much about this work."

"That's it." Ai Fei picked up the tea on the table and took a sip: "Then, the work matter is over." He suddenly sat upright and bowed deeply to his father: "Dad and I are not at home, thank you for your hard work!"

"Where!" Aizhu Taro returned the favor formally: "Actually, I should be thanking Xiao Aijun for giving me such an opportunity, so that I can see more of the world I have never seen in Montenegro Steel Company!"

"It can be seen that after about a year, my father has gained a lot of weight!"

"Hehe!" Ai Shiko, who was standing aside, looked at the two most important men in her life, and the tenderness in her eyes was about to melt everyone.

Of course, Ai Fei would not be so ignorant that he was a light bulb between his parents. He joked with the two of them for a while, and got up and left: "Mom and Dad, you have to go to work tomorrow, don't sleep too late or toss too late!"

The couple's faces suddenly turned red: "Xiao Aijun...what did you say?"

"Hahahaha!" Ai Fei laughed loudly: "Okay, I have to go back, good night."

"Oh, Xiao Ai Jun?" Ai Zhu Taro shouted at him, his face a little embarrassed: "Xiao Ai Jun? Kato Jun likes it very much... Well, keep a dog, so I took my own initiative to give him the dog."

"Ah, I understand. Huh? Are you all?"

"Ah. No. But the other colleagues also liked it very much... so they gave one. Now, there is only the dog thing and the other dog. I put the dog thing and... at Xiao Aijun's house. I was going to take a walk every night, but today..."

"I understand." Ai Fei nodded: "I will let them out for a walk. You don't have to worry about it."

"So, please, good night."

"Good night."

He walked out of the apartment slowly, and before he could reach the doorstep of his parents' house, the lights on the upper floor of his parents' house went out. Ai Fei smiled in his heart: Dad looks like he has been holding it in for a long time, right?

When I returned to my home, I felt a strong smell of dog peeing in the door! I was saying that I would slip every night? I was lying. When I heard a sound at the door, the dog and his wife were barking and screaming, and ran over: "Shut up! Don't you even recognize the owner?"

The dog and his wife circled him a few times, and their throats were whimpering, rubbing their heads against his thighs. Needless to ask, they had already recognized this long-lost owner. Ai Fei patted the heads of the two dogs: "Let's go, take you out for a walk." He opened the window and let the night wind pour in and blow away the meaning of the house. He led the two dogs downstairs.

I heard the phone ringing all the way. Is it my own home? It seems that yes! I quickly accelerated and ran back to the apartment. As soon as I entered the door, the ringing stopped.

After staying in the room for a while, the phone rang again: "Hey, hey, I'm Ai Fei."

"Mr. President, I am Kato. Good evening."

"Kato, it's been a long time since I saw you. Are you okay? Oh, good evening."

"Hi Yi! I heard Fuji-kun call me and say you are back, so I would like to say hello."

"Thank you, Kato-kun, please take me to say hello to Miss Reiko and his wife."

"Hi Yi! Thank you very much." Although I couldn't see it, Ai Fei also knew that Kato Mae must be bowing to the air - he has always been such an orthodox Japanese!

"Where? You don't have to be so polite. Oh, by the way, I have brought you some gifts to you and your family. I'll give them to you when I go to work tomorrow."

"How can you be so embarrassed?" Kato smiled in his previous words: "I am so grateful to you!"

"This is what we should do. If nothing else, see you tomorrow?"

"Hi! See you tomorrow. Good night."

"I wish you and your family good night."
Chapter completed!