Chapter 259: Recognize an ugly girl (the third update)

The employees of Baifu Hotel and Nanhua Neighborhood Committee had known the news long ago. They had been trying to compete for the vacant spots openly and secretly, but there were not many who were capable, so they could only say goodbye to the two with regret.

Because they were old acquaintances, Jing Xiaosheng registered for work and directly paid them the mid-range price of 3,000 yuan. When they came back, they were accompanied by two little tails, Pan Xiyu and Xiaowu Gong Can.

They had already heard about the life stories of the An brothers and sisters from An Zhiqiu and Fang Hongye, and when they saw the two elders of the Jiang family, they greeted them respectfully and sweetly.

Pan Xiyu took An Zhixia's arm and whispered, "Sister, you are amazing. You were assigned to be the head of the overseas channel. How about me and Brother Xiaowu come to you? You can assign us any odd jobs. It must be fun to work in a TV station. It must be more exciting than working in a newspaper, right?" Secretly, she was one of the Eight Immortals of Beijing and often needed to personally participate in the completion of tasks. So on the surface, she was a newspaper reporter and did not have to stay in the office all day and could use her own time.

"You are welcome, but you have a special status and I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to take care of everything," An Zhixia said with a smile.

Pan Xiyu laughed and said, "I believe my sister will have a way."

"Are you relying on me?"

"I'm handing you two swords that Xiaowu and I have blessed. It depends on how you use them. Humph, you're taking advantage of me and still acting cute. Do you think I can't see that?" The little girl said with a proud twist of her neck. "Besides, we have been committed to training new partners. If we have to do everything, we would be like Zhuge Liang, a fool who despises his life."

"So," she whispered to Pan Xiyu, "Jing Baxianer is going to volunteer for overseas channels?"

"Our boss said that our small organization is not really after money, but we are chivalrous people with great ambitions who live in seclusion in the city. If the country needs us, we will naturally help with all our strength without leaving our names." Pan Xiyu said with admiration, "We have too much money to spend, so we are prepared to realize more of our own value, isn't that okay?"

"Sure, sure. I welcome it," An Zhixia nodded repeatedly. "Tomorrow you and Brother Xiaowu will go to the TV station to report. Let me make it clear that you have to participate in the entire process before the show starts. Only after the division of labor will you have relative freedom."

The two nodded in response, talked for a while and then left in a hurry.

The group returned to Zhaoyang District in a slightly crowded car borrowed by the Jiang family. Old Mrs. Jiang muttered, "In the future, there will be many people in our family, and it will be inconvenient to borrow a car when we go out together. I have to let your brother Mingming get a classic car. With a granddaughter and granddaughter-in-law, I will definitely go out more often instead of just hanging around in front of the house."

As she spoke, she leaned over the passenger seat and poked Mr. Jiang's shoulder. "What do you think, old man?"

"Let's buy two. There are many people in our family and one is not enough." Old Master Jiang nodded in response.

Mrs. Jiang nodded happily, "Yes, you three should practice well with the borrowed car in the next two days, and then you can drive when our car arrives. Xia Xia works in the city center, and you can drive home and sleep every day in the future."

"Grandma, our channel sponsor sponsored me a car," An Zhixia said with a smile.

"Sponsorship is sponsorship, but we don't need the money. Can we drive the company's car anytime and anywhere? Isn't this a good excuse for others to talk about us?" Mrs. Jiang glared at her. "We have to buy a car for our family. How about a pink one?"

"Don't do that," An Zhixia's mind flashed with Barbie pink, and she quickly shook her head in protest, "Grandma, I don't want to be the brightest kid in Kyoto!"

Old Mrs. Jiang laughed out loud, "Now that you mention it, I want to buy it for you even more."

At the Jiang family, An Zhixia enjoyed the feeling of a real reunion. For dinner, the table was full with the two elders of the Jiang family, the eldest uncle of the Jiang family and his family of three, and the three of them.

An Zhiqiu rolled up his sleeves and said he would cook for the elders. The ten soups were delicious and they ate like a Qing emperor.

As soon as the fish came up, Fang Hongye immediately stood up and ran around like a headless fly. It was Jiang Mu who suddenly had an idea and pointed to the location of the bathroom. The room suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of Fang Hongye retching.

Old Mrs. Jiang slapped her thigh hard, her mouth trembling with excitement and she couldn't speak.

"Mom, don't get too excited. We can't say for sure. We have to let Mr. Jiao take your pulse to know," Jiang's mother smiled and patted her mother-in-law's hand, giving her son a look.

Jiang Shiming jumped up immediately and strode out. Then the sound of a motorcycle was heard in the yard.

Everyone was excited and their eyes were shining as they looked at Fang Hongye who came out of the toilet.

Fang Hongye pinched the end of her braid awkwardly, "I, I didn't mean it. I don't know why I feel like vomiting. Maybe I caught a cold these past two days and my stomach is not feeling well..."

"My dear grandson, it's not your fault," said Old Mrs. Jiang in a voice so soft that it could squeeze water out of her.

An Zhixia pouted: "Grandma, you haven't cared about me for even two days, and now I've followed in Brother Mingming's footsteps, and the title of good grandson has been lost."

"You are all grandchildren of grandma," said Mrs. Jiang, smiling, tapping An Zhixia's forehead.

Less than five minutes later, another motorcycle came rumbling by. From the yard came Jiao Lao's voice, angrily scolding Jiang Shiming: "You bastard, you're almost shaking me apart. Do you really need to take a motorcycle for these two steps? What's the hurry? I haven't even eaten yet."

"Old Jiao, why are you still being so pretentious at this time?" Old Mrs. Jiang shouted, "Come in and feel the pulse of my granddaughter-in-law!"

Old Jiao came in, shaking his head. "You just recognized your granddaughter and gave her a grandson and his wife. Look how proud you are. When your Mingming gets married, come and show off to me."

When the others came in and saw An Zhixia, Jiao Lao's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. He swallowed hard, pointed at An Zhixia with a trembling hand and asked, "Little old lady, who, who is this?"

"What do you think of our granddaughter? Isn't our good granddaughter pretty? But don't set your sights on her. The five medical nerds in your family are too boring..." Old Mrs. Jiang said all kinds of boastful words, and she was just short of praising An Zhixia to the sky.

An Zhixia raised her eyebrows at Jiao Lao and smiled with the corners of her lips curled.

Old Jiao stroked his chest for a long time, "Didn't you say you recognized a clown girl?"

"You just recognized a clown girl," Old Lady Jiang was so angry that she jumped up and down, "You recognized a bunch of clown girls! Old man Jiao, why don't you hope for our family to be better? How could our beautiful grandchildren be ugly? Can't you bear to see that she is my grandchildren?"

Old Jiao curled his lips and said, "It's rumored outside that your family has adopted a clown girl as their baby."

(End of this chapter)