"You brat, what are you doing blocking their doorway?" Old Gao got out of the car and started yelling at them.

When Xun Xiangbin saw Lao Gao, his expression finally returned to normal, and he honestly greeted him, "Uncle."

His maternal uncle was the only person in his life who guided and cared for him, so in his mind, his maternal uncle's image was even higher than that of his father and mother.

"You still remember that I'm your maternal uncle?"

Old Gao scoffed, "What? You run into trouble and don't know to ask your uncle for help? What are you doing blocking the entrance to that garment factory?"

Xun Xiangbin was now delusional and blurted out without any sense, "Director Ye said she would call Luo Xiujuan for me when she came back, and that she would help me get to know Comrade Luo Xiujuan. I was waiting for her reply, but for some reason, Director Ye suddenly disappeared."

As he said this, a sinister look unconsciously crept onto his face again.

Old Gao kicked him in the butt with a thud.

"Look at you, so capable! Who are you trying to fool with this act?" Old Gao grabbed him by the collar and dragged him aside, scolding him sternly: "Who do you think you are to ask Director Ye to do things for you? Besides, don't you have a brain? Director Ye hasn't come out to reply to you, which means he admits it's hopeless. What are you doing, stubbornly blocking his factory gate? Trying to scare him?"

Old ginger is spicier.

Old Gao wasn't some naive woman like Xun's mother. He had traveled all over the country and had been immersed in the business world for many years. What dark things hadn't he seen?

Murder, robbery, and silencing witnesses.

The world may seem peaceful, but there are always places where the sun doesn't shine. In an era when communication and transportation were underdeveloped, it was not uncommon for one or two people to disappear without a trace.

Xun Xiangbin's behavior didn't scare him.

While Lao Gao was reprimanding Xun Xiangbin, Qin Zheng quietly smoked a cigarette. Taking advantage of the moment when Lao Gao pulled Xun away, he got into the car and drove the sidecar into the factory.

After seeing him, the old gatekeeper felt reassured and followed him out of the guardhouse.

Old Gao wasn't afraid of Xun Xiangbin's current state, and Qin Zheng, who had once been through bloodshed, was even less afraid. Looking at the almost extreme expression on Xun Xiangbin's face, he just found it laughable. He stood against the wall, wanting to see what tricks Xun Xiangbin could pull.

During the day, Ye Yun called her and asked her to bring Lao Gao over that evening.

Ye Yun didn't tell him exactly what happened. He and Lao Gao were signing a business deal at the time and couldn't get away, so he sent one of his men back to check on things.

You'll find out what happens next.

That's great.

Some men, unable to find wives themselves, have started making things difficult for their wives.

"Old Gao!"

Through the rising smoke, Qin Zheng squinted at Lao Gao and Xun Xiangbin opposite him, his voice, though not loud, was full of power:

"I think your nephew has probably hurt his head in the fall. If you can't handle it, I'll help you take him to where he needs to be."

He still had a half-burnt cigarette between his fingers and nodded in acknowledgment.

Old Gao rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Don't say that again. I know my nephew well. Let me teach him a lesson first. If he doesn't do it, you can do whatever you want with him."

Qin Zheng smiled.

“Fine,” he said calmly, without pressing further, “Let me warn you first, my wife is pregnant. If he scares my wife and child, don’t blame me for turning my back on him.”

Upon hearing this, Lao Gao...

thump!

He kicked Xun Xiangbin again.

"Look at how angry you are! Come back with me!" Old Gao grabbed Xun Xiangbin by the collar and dragged him towards Old Xun's house without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, Xun Xiangbin suddenly struggled violently and resisted fiercely: "I won't go, I don't want to go back to that home, that's not my home!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

“That’s not my home,” Xun Xiangbin said stubbornly, his eyes red and his voice trembling. “Uncle, that’s not my home. That’s my parents’ home, my older brother’s home, my younger brother’s and sister’s home, but it’s not my home!”

Old Gao fell silent for a moment.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he finally said, "Fine, that's not your home. You're coming back with me, back to my uncle's house. Is that alright?"

Xun Xiangbin was taken aback.

Old Gao kicked him in the butt again, grabbed him by the collar, and was about to get on the horse.

It turned out that the bandit had already been put into a factory by Qin Zheng.

Old Gao was speechless with astonishment. "Old Qin, you can't be this heartless, can you?"

Qin Zheng, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, curled up a smug smile and said innocently, "Old Gao, it's not that I don't care about you, but this sidecar motorcycle isn't mine. I borrowed it from Gu Jin. I can't just hand over someone else's things. If it were mine, I would have made you ride it back without a second thought. I wouldn't have let you walk back, would I?"

Who told your nephew to block the door and scare my wife? Go back home!

Old Gao was speechless after hearing these words. He opened his mouth, but after a long while, he retorted incredulously, "It's getting dark soon. It takes at least half an hour to walk from here to my house. There might even be bears when it gets completely dark. Are you really that heartless?"

"None of my business."

Qin Zheng threw away the cigarette in his mouth, stubbed it out with his toe, and turned and went into the factory without looking back.

"close the door."

He left the gatekeeper with just one sentence, then rode away on his sidecar motorcycle, while the gatekeeper, quite sensibly, stepped forward with a large lock.

Old Gao tried to stop him, but with a snap, the large lock fell right in front of him.

"Hey, no." Old Gao reached out and grabbed the gatekeeper's arm, smiling ingratiatingly, "Uncle, you see, I'm a friend of your factory manager after all, can't you lend me a 28-inch bicycle?"

"What can I lend you?"

"A 28-inch bicycle".

"What big line?"

"A 28-inch bicycle".

"28 what?"

"A 28-inch bicycle!"

"Oh... don't be so loud, I can hear you." The gatekeeper waved his hand impatiently. "But why should I lend it to you?"

Old Gordon was about to lose his temper.

On what grounds?

Because I'm your boss's friend!

There is an old Chinese saying: "Those who understand the times are the heroes!"

Old Gao took a deep breath and said with great difficulty, "Uncle, I am a friend of your boss. It's dark and the road is long. It's dangerous to walk back."

"Oh, it's rather dangerous?" The gatekeeper nodded, looking as if he had just realized something.

Seeing the game, Lao Gao immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"What's it to me!"

Snap... Old Gao's heart broke.

He was heartbroken, he wept; he was a sorrowful rose in the snow, without a car to ride.

"Hmph!" The gatekeeper forcefully shook off Lao Gao's hand that was gripping his arm, glared at Lao Gao, and turned to enter the security room.

There wasn't a single unnecessary movement.

Old Gao was furious. He turned around and kicked Xun Xiangbin again, sending Xun Xiangbin staggering two meters away.

He was furious and jumped up, yelling, "Why did you have to mess with this couple of all people?!"

...

Inside the house.

The curtain was suddenly lifted, and Ye Yun looked up to see Qin Zheng, who looked slightly chilly, enter the room.