Chapter 136 The Boss Misses Home and Her
Xiao Wei stared intently at the phone, his small frame upright and his posture perfectly proper.
A long, resounding ship horn rang out from the other end of the phone and echoed through the sky.
The sounds of Luo Shiliu and Xiao Dazhuang talking and walking came from afar.
Seeing how nervous Xiao Wei was, Bai Lu also felt a little nervous, and her breathing became lighter.
"good evening."
A man's voice, tinged with a slight chuckle, carried goodnight from the distant horizon, adding a touch of color to the night and calming the slightly tense, pounding heartbeat.
Bai Lu also said, "Good night."
Wait for the other party to hang up first.
Xiao Cheng on the other end of the phone lingered on the line, even though Luo Shiliu and Xiao Dazhuang's voices were getting closer and closer.
Bai Lu had no choice but to hang up the phone.
"Alright, go back to sleep now."
Xiao Wei's big eyes were no longer resentful. He nodded brightly at Bai Lu, got up, and ran back to his room with light and excited steps to go to sleep.
Bai Lu also returned to her room.
Sitting by the window reading, my gaze was drawn to the white chestnut blossoms fluttering down from the window.
The wind blows open the white floral curtains and the weeping fence along the riverbank, revealing the rose bushes on the other side of the river.
The pink roses are in full bloom.
One after another, clusters of delicate and bright pink petals bloomed quietly under the bright moon, like a light watercolor painting.
A gentle breeze carries a delicate fragrance, which is brought to the window by the soft moonlight. A slender hand pushes the window open, and the lingering floral scent enters.
A delicate fragrance filled the room, and through the crack in the door, it drifted into the courtyard, where roses were in bloom, filling the yard with their sweet scent.
Bai Lu's hand holding the book twitched slightly, her fingertips enveloped in the fragrance of flowers, and her calm heart was inexplicably touched.
The images of men nailing bamboo into the water and going upstream on the stream played back in my mind, frame by frame.
Finally, the image was woven into a scene of him bending over, nailing bamboo and wood into the rose bushes, sprinkling medicinal powder, and planting balsam flowers.
What... is going on?
Why are they all Xiao Cheng?!
Bai Lu shook her head vigorously, banishing the handsome face from her mind, and focused on reading!
Focus on reading! Reading! Reading!
After reading for an unknown amount of time and turning a couple of pages, Bai Lu realized it was late at night and time to go to bed.
Okay, let's go to sleep first.
Getting enough sleep and having plenty of energy are essential for a brighter tomorrow. And that's how you roast chestnuts and make big money!
However, there is an electric chestnut roasting machine, which doesn't seem to require much physical effort. The chestnut machine was made by Xiao Cheng.
Bai Lu: "..."
Hmm... This is a reward from the landlord for her good deed, it's perfectly normal, nothing out of the ordinary.
sleep!
Close your eyes!
Why is it a bit too bright?
Bai Lu suddenly opened her eyes. The large light bulb on the wall was still on, its orange light bathing the entire room.
Xiao Cheng forgot to turn off the lights again!
She always had to speak first, pushing him to turn off the light.
Bai Lu subconsciously reached out to the side and pushed, but found nothing. Only then did she realize what was happening.
Xiao Cheng is not home.
He paused for a moment, then moved from the inside of the bed to the outside, got up, pulled the cord to turn off the light, and then moved back to the inside.
I rolled up the blanket and closed my eyes again.
One sheep, two sheep, five sheep...
On the other side of the sky, the night was as black as ink, and countless stars hung down on the river surface, their light shimmering on the water. A man casually leaned against the railing, gazing into the distance.
Missing home?
Jiang Zhengang walked over and handed Xiao Cheng a cigarette. Xiao Cheng took it and subconsciously tucked it behind his ear. The sound of a lighter rang out, and a flame was already in front of him. The cigarette between his fingers moved slightly forward, the tip of the cigarette lit up, and smoke billowed like mist.
The familiar smell of tobacco filled his mouth, and the sudden spiciness burned his throat, causing Xiao Cheng to choke.
Jiang Zhengang chuckled as he exhaled a puff of smoke, "I never would have dared to imagine this before. What kind of sweet wife could make you so concerned that you can even choke on a cigarette?"
Between the lines are the words of someone who has been there, full of surprise and disbelief.
Everyone in Pingcheng knows what kind of person Xiao Cheng is: indifferent, cold, and heartless. He doesn't care about women; he finds even a glance at them annoying.
Even in nightclubs, no one dares to put a woman in Xiao Cheng's arms, for fear that he will be merciless and kick her away.
No matter how long he was away from home before, Xiao Cheng never seemed to miss home, let alone feel homesick.
Who else could have caused such a drastic change in Xiao Cheng, leading him to lay down his weapons and return to a normal life, besides his wife who had never appeared in public?
Jiang Zhengang admired Xiao Cheng's decisiveness and courage, and was naturally pleased to see him come ashore: "A good man should have ambitions in all directions. The outside world is vast and full of opportunities. Once you make money, you can settle down wherever you want and bring your wife wherever you want."
“Your market insight is more accurate and far-sighted than the average person’s. This batch of cedar is worth a lot of money. Have you found a buyer yet? I only travel on gravel roads and don’t know much about the timber market, so I can’t help you much.”
Xiao Cheng tapped the ash from his half-burnt cigarette, took a long drag in front of Jiang Zhengang to acknowledge the favor: "You've already helped a lot by getting the cedarwood out of the province smoothly."
"I know someone in the Guangdong timber market who has some knowledge of the Chinese fir market."
Business-related information is always only briefly mentioned.
"Alright, as long as you know what you're doing." Jiang Zhengang took a long drag on his cigarette and wisely refrained from asking any further questions: "It's windy outside, go to sleep early."
Xiao Cheng was a smart man who knew how to conduct himself properly. On the surface, it was Xiao Cheng who contacted the transport fleet to help transport the cedar wood out of the province, but Xiao Cheng did not skip any of the necessary social procedures.
He spent money on meals, gifts to smooth things over, and paid for all the transportation costs and customs fees for transporting the cedar wood out of the province.
In fact, Jiang Zhengang also made a big profit from a freight transportation business outside the sand and gravel industry.
In business, it's a give-and-take transaction; everyone is equal and there's no question of who helps whom.
Xiao Cheng was merely using the opportunity to pass through; he simply went with the flow.
Jiang Zhengang went back to his cabin after finishing his cigarette.
The steamboats carrying cedar wood sailed orderly along the river, their horns piercing the still night as they encountered passing vessels or turned corners.
Luo Shiliu and Xiao Dazhuang were shoveling snails in the stern cabin when they saw Xiao Cheng coming over and quickly raised their hands to greet him.
"Brother Cheng, come and try the freshly stir-fried snails. Jiang Zhengang's underlings are quite resourceful. They stayed up all night and stir-fried all the snails they caught from the river during the day. We just tried two, and they tasted pretty good."
There were three unopened bottles of beer on the small table.
Xiao Cheng picked up a stir-fried snail, but it had no mint and very little chili, so the taste was just so-so.
Seeing him frown, Xiao Dazhuang readily agreed: "I also think it's not as good as what my sister-in-law cooks."
Luo Shiliu was surprised that the honest man's intelligence had suddenly come online: "You discovered the truth very early this time, you deserve praise."
As she spoke, she picked up a large snail for him.
Xiao Cheng glanced at the unremarkable stir-fried snails and surprisingly agreed, "It's not as delicious as hers."
All three of them tacitly agreed not to drink alcohol.
(End of this chapter)
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