But later...
He no longer wore a Zhongshan suit, but instead wore a green military uniform year after year.
Seeing that she was staring intently at his pen, the old man casually took it down and said, "Thank you so much for today."
"Here, take this pen. It will save me the trouble of sleeping in a graveyard."
Guan Yuxi sniffed and wiped away the moisture from the corner of her eyes.
"I don't want your pen."
I was just reminded of my grandfather; when I was little, he also liked to dress like this.
Even the pen hanging there is exactly the same as yours.
The old man was stunned, seemingly not expecting this to be the case.
He still shoved the pen into Guan Yuxi's hand, "Your grandfather's pen is missing, isn't it?"
Here, take this one as a souvenir.
The tall, thin man curled his lip. "Teacher, she bet five hundred yuan with me."
The implication is that Guan Yuxi's seemingly sincere expression shouldn't be fooled.
Deep down, he's greedy and daring!
Guan Yuxi rolled her eyes at him, "Don't worry, since we've already accepted the old man's things..."
I will no longer ask you for bets.
You can repay the old man's favor for me.
The tall, thin man and the old man both spoke with a Beijing accent, and it was clear from their conversations that they didn't care about the five hundred yuan.
Naturally, his identity is extraordinary.
Guan Yuxi knew that such people generally didn't like owing favors.
Secondly, I dislike being fawned over.
She also has her pride and won't easily take advantage of others.
Upon hearing this, the old man burst into laughter.
He patted the tall, thin man on the shoulder, "Fang Yuan, you're not even as good as a little girl!"
"If the young lady doesn't mind, she can call me Grandpa Dai."
I won't participate in your bet with Brother Fang.
If he loses, make him double his bet.
After Grandpa Dai finished speaking, he winked at Guan Yuxi, looking quite like a playful old man.
Fang Yuan twitched his lips helplessly.
Guan Yuxi understood that the man was truly wealthy and naturally did not want to refuse the old man's good intentions.
She replied crisply, "Okay."
However, if we lose, my man's hours of hard labor can't be doubled.
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