Chapter 527: Rainwater Covers the Instep

The clouds turned inky black and the rain seemed to keep falling without end.

Flood low-lying areas.

As one of the school directors, Huo Nina attended the dance and left with her son after the speeches were over.

The black car was driving slowly, with the mother and son sitting in the back seat.

When she saw that girl at the dance just now, Huo Nina thought she was a student at Hong Kong University. No wonder her son was willing to attend the dance with her.

But later on.

The girl's male dance partner introduced himself to the professors as his wife. Huo Nina heard it clearly at the next table and immediately felt unhappy about her husband's concealment.

"Your father dotes on you too much and indulges you without any care."

As long as Eli wanted something, Ding Qiming would turn a blind eye and let him use various means to get it.

It was fine when I was young, but it's still like this now that I'm older.

Ding Li didn't say anything, but turned his head and looked out the window with his jaw clenched.

Huo Nina sighed, knowing that her son would be soft-hearted and not hard-hearted, so she softened her voice and said, "Eli, you can collect stones, but you are not allowed to have any ideas about other people's wives, understand?"

"......"

Ding Li remained silent, leaning back lazily, with a determined look on his face.

"If that incident caused you to be competitive, Mommy hopes you can be more generous. You have a lot of things to do recently, so you should focus on your career."

Huo Nina knew that persuasion was useless. She knew her son's character better than anyone else. It seemed that she had to ask someone to introduce more girls to him.

Hopefully that'll divert his attention.

When we got back to Ding’s house in Mid-Levels, it was already getting late.

Huo Nina was dissatisfied with her husband's way of doing things. She never had a good face when she saw him and didn't want to say a word to this stubborn man.

Because it was useless, she couldn't change Ding Qiming's innate predatory nature.

He just learned to hide and disguise in front of her.

He also taught his son to become a copy of him.

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The rain continued for a whole day and night without stopping, as if it was going to drain all the water from the sky.

The weather was abnormal, with so much rain that it was almost causing a flood.

Fortunately, the Zhong family warehouse has always been managed by servants, and the warehouse is very well sealed and has not been exposed to moisture or water.

To be on the safe side, the sunny wood in several large wooden boxes was wrapped in charcoal and wood ash.

Every time you use it, your hands will be covered with dust.

It was raining heavily outside, so Lin Yiyi had to put her plan of going out on hold and just leaned on the couch to rest lazily.

"Knock knock"

There was a knock on the door, "Madam, I'm Xiaoya, bringing you some tea."

"Come in."

Xiaoya walked in quietly carrying a tray, put the glass on the small table, and smiled ingratiatingly.

"Rainwater is boiled water that has settled, cooled, and then boiled again, mixed with the young lady's pills."

Lin Yiyi put down the Western European Economics in her hand, looked up at the girl who was a little younger than her, and said gently, "You can go out. I understand."

Xiaoya didn't see her take the medicine herself, so she was a little hesitant, but had to leave.

She didn’t know if it was her illusion, but the look in the young lady’s eyes when she looked at her just now was a little strange.

After the spy closed the door and left, Lin Yiyi took out the ginseng pills that Zhong Jiasheng had prepared for her in the morning.

No one knew where he hid the bottle of medicine, but he would give her a pill every time the season changed or the weather was abnormal.

The pills, which are about the size of quail eggs, are wrapped in two layers of oil paper. Once you open them, you can smell the fragrant aroma of the medicine.

Lin Yiyi broke it into small pieces and swallowed it. As soon as she put it in her mouth, there was a strange taste in her mouth, which was not particularly bitter, but weird.

If I have to describe it, it's like eating bitter melon spicy hot pot, the spiciness makes your tears and snot fall into the bowl, and then you pour vinegar and drinks into it, and mix them all together into a mess.

Not long after she finished eating, she felt sleepy. She yawned a few times, dropped the book, put on her slippers, and went back to the inner room to sleep on the bed.

Half awake and half asleep, she seemed to be dreaming. In the dream, it seemed that a long, long time later, she had become a hot investor.

All the small companies that we chose to invest in were able to go public, and the stock market soared.

...

It rained heavily for two days in a row, and the dampness and stickiness were unpleasant.

At noon, Zhong Jiasheng drove back home and went upstairs after listening to the servant's report.

The bedroom was quiet, and he walked in at a slow pace.

I took off my coat and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower to wash off the dampness on my body before sitting down on the edge of the bed in my pajamas.

The sleeping person was talking in his sleep and grinning from time to time.

Zhong Jiasheng couldn't hear clearly what she said and guessed that she must have had a good dream, otherwise why would she be smiling?

He went to the coat rack to change into clean home clothes, walked out to the living room to look through the books on the sofa, and after a while he went downstairs to the dining room.

At the dining table, Mr. and Mrs. Zhong were already seated and the food was ready.

"Why didn't Yiyi come down? Is she not feeling well?" Yang Ying helped her son serve a bowl of soup.

"She has taken her tonic and needs a nap. Don't call her for lunch."

Zhong Jiasheng took the soup bowl, picked up the spoon and scooped it lightly and blew on it. It tasted just the right saltiness.

After taking two sips of the Chinese yam and pork rib soup, he asked casually without even looking up, "Mom, did you and Yi Yi encounter anything new when you went to the city of Peninsula the day before yesterday?"

"That's not the case. It's just that Yiyi felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach, so we came back early."

After Yang Ying finished speaking, she seemed to understand the purpose of her son's question. She wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and raised her eyebrows, "Why? Are you worried about me going out with you?

Yiyi is not a child, as a husband, you should not be too strict with her. Once she finds out, be careful not to scare her away."

He is kept at home and acts as both a servant and a bodyguard, so there is nothing he doesn't get involved in.

Mr. Zhong didn't say anything, but nodded in agreement.

Zhong Jiasheng pretended not to see it and didn't take it seriously.

"She is still young and has not had much contact with outsiders. She is too naive and I am worried."

Okay, it’s just a waste of time for her as a mother to talk.

It means that you didn't listen.

Yang Ying stopped interfering. If Zhong Bang had a desire for control as strong as her son, she would have been unable to bear it long ago.

Peninsula 7x2k Li Zi Chapter.

The goods from the north were delivered to the port city safely and quickly, but Ding Qiming was very troubled.

When counting the items, we found that the small wooden objects, calligraphy and paintings were all wrapped very well, without any bumps or damage, and were also well protected from moisture.

The problem lies with the box of gold nuggets. Mr. Zhong said that the weight was 300 kilograms, but in reality there was not that much.

I weighed it twice and it was only 250 pounds.

At first, he thought his subordinates were so bold that they dared to take over the tasks he had arranged. Later, Dalianghao reminded them of a detail that no one had expected.

"In the north, 1 jin is 500 grams, while in Hong Kong, 1 jin is 600 grams.

The units of measurement are different.

In the north, 1 catty is 10 taels, and in Hong Kong, 1 catty is 16 taels."

Ding Qiming didn't know whether Zhong Bang owned these things or he got them from someone else.

Does the gold nugget really weigh 300 kilograms? Does Zhong Bangyou know about it?

If he didn't know, the thing wouldn't weigh 250 kilograms when it was handed over to Zhong Bangyou.

If he knew, why did he still say 300 kilograms? Was it to hint him to make up for it?

If it is the latter, Zhong Bangyou is simply an insatiable villain who looks like a decent human being but has nothing to do with worldly things.

It's not enough to take the big 30 million, but you still want to take some extra money? Do you really think that Ding Qiming's money came from the wind?

At this point, Ding Qiming could only swallow his anger and pay several million out of his own pocket to make up for the missing 50 kilograms of gold nuggets in cash.

It rained for two days in a row. Only when the rain subsided a little did Ding Qiming arrange for someone to deliver the things.

When Zhong Bangyou received the apology call, he was a little confused at first and ignored it. After the person on the phone finished speaking, he remembered the conversation between him and his son.

45 million. When Gain Capital said this, he just thought it was a casual estimate.

I didn't expect that this guy had already planned it out. He would dare to take a bite of anyone's money that was exposed!

Zhong Bang didn't try to open the conversation, he just went along with the words and smoothed over the matter. Others suffered in silence and it was all his son Zhong Jiasheng's fault.

He was afraid of causing trouble, so he hesitated for a moment and then made some water sounds.

"There will be a vacant lot near King's Road up for auction next month. If you're interested, you can go and have a look. My son runs a film company, so it would be convenient to have a property for his office."

A gleam of light flashed in Ding Qiming's eyes, and the previous unhappiness in his heart was swept away.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhong. It's getting late. I won't disturb you any longer."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Qiming laughed three times, and sighed in his heart that the other party was capable and the money was well spent.

You have to have a good relationship with this kind of honest person who will do things for money.

That night.

Zhong Jiasheng was called to the study by his father and given a stern lecture.

If it weren't for the fact that he was already quite old and a father, Zhong Bangyou would have wanted to beat him up.

"You little bastard, how dare you plot against anyone? I'll even clean up your mess for you!

If you dare to attack someone without informing me next time, don't blame me for punishing you."

Zhong Jiasheng knew that the matter was exposed, but he remained calm and said nothing, which was considered as his acquiescence, but he did not think that he had done anything wrong.

Is there anything wrong with him helping the old man make more money?

It's difficult to be a filial son.