Chapter 67 Feeding Sugar

It was purely an accident that Wen Zhile met Shu Ying.

As soon as she arrived, she saw Shu Ying warming up outside the playground, so she ran over quickly.

Shu Ying came specially to wait for her and took a short run. She was not surprised to see her daughter.

"Are we going home for dinner later?" Shu Ying asked after they ran a few steps.

Wen Zhile really hadn't eaten the food she cooked for a long time, but unfortunately.

"Mom, you're asking too late. My cousin asked me to have breakfast with him last night and he came to pick me up at 8 o'clock."

"I'll go home after we finish eating~"

"Okay." Shu Ying said, "I'll take your dad to buy some spare ribs when I get home, and I'll make you some delicious dishes for lunch."

Wen Zhile's eyes sparkled: "That's great. Although the food in our school cafeteria is not bad, it doesn't have the taste of home. I've long missed my parents' cooking."

Due to her cousin's advice, she has been staying in school to study for the past half month, saying that she wants to prepare for the Level 4 exam and has not returned home.

"I'll go home early to help you and dad."

"Okay." Shu Ying's eyes were full of tenderness.

"I heard from your aunt that Cheng'an has been very busy recently and has been out for a few days. It's really thoughtful of him to take time out to invite you to dinner under such circumstances."

"Yeah." Wen Zhile laughed.

If my mother knew the truth, she wouldn't think so.

My cousin is so busy that he doesn’t even come home, so how could he possibly invite her to dinner?

And the only thing she had with her cousin at the moment was work. Overall, this breakfast was probably for the serial killer.

After running two laps, Wen Zhile went to the school bathhouse to take a shower and returned to the dormitory to change out of his sportswear.

With twenty minutes left before eight o'clock, she found the CET-4 test papers from previous years in her drawer and quickly reviewed all the questions except the listening and writing sections.

As expected, all correct.

In her previous life, she was a professor of English at Peking University. She could answer the CET-4 test with ease, quickly and accurately.

The alarm rang at exactly eight o'clock, and Wen Zhile put away the test papers and went out.

Before leaving, she looked in the direction of the garbage bag and found that the garbage was gone.

It must have been taken away by Ma Xinxin or Li Fangfei when they went to work part-time.

She then went downstairs carrying her bag.

When he walked to the lobby on the first floor, Wen Zhile saw Zhou Jihuai's Red Flag car.

Early-rising students pass by the car from time to time. This is the girls' dormitory, and the opposite is the boys' dormitory.

Wen Zhile got into the car directly, and the news quickly spread from one person to ten and a hundred others.

The beautiful freshman in the English department seems to have a boyfriend. The boyfriend drives a Red Flag car and is the son of a high-ranking official!

This is a later story.

Wen Zhile has just fastened her seat belt.

Zhou Jihuai put the familiar wine-red schoolbag on the back seat and said jokingly, "After breakfast, I'll take you to the mall to buy a few more bags so you can alternate between carrying them."

Wen Zhile exclaimed: "Okay, buy a hundred and I'll carry one a day."

Zhou Jihuai chuckled: "Why not buy the mall and take whatever you like."

"That's great. I'm the king of the shopping mall now. I won't call you brother anymore."

"Hey, now that we have a shopping mall, you don't call me brother anymore?"

Wen Zhile nodded with a smile: "Yes! Rich people are the ones who are called brother, how can you call others brother?"

Zhou Jihuai glanced at her and couldn't help laughing: "Where did you hear all these weird things from?"

"How can this be considered a crooked way?" The girl adjusted her sitting position and rolled down the window. "Brother, has Tang Lin contacted you recently?"

The Red Flag car drove out of the school smoothly. Zhou Jihuai raised his eyebrows: "Why, do you miss him?"

"I want money." Wen Zhile narrowed her eyes. "When is he going to come to Jingzhou? I want to invest."

In her previous life, in 1996, although discotheques in Jingzhou had already begun to show signs of decline, in her limited memory of discotheques, the most expensive ticket in Jingzhou's discotheques that year was 101 for men and 51 for women, and the cost after entering was calculated separately. Even so, the supply was still insufficient to meet the demand.

But now, in 1989, there was still no proper disco in Jingzhou.

If Tang Lin's disco opens smoothly, it will be the first disco in Jingzhou.

My dad once said that the first person to try something new has a 70% chance of making money.

The disco's popularity over the past five or six years was enough for her to make back her investment or even double her money.

When Zhou Jihuai first heard her say she wanted to invest, he thought she was joking, but when he heard it the second time, he believed she was serious.

"Lack of money?"

"Who would complain about having too much money?" She was indeed short of money. The clues Xiaojiu gave last time were too broad and she didn't find any clues. She had to make money to buy the next clue.

Zhou Jihuai thought about it carefully and felt that it was impossible for her to be short of money.

He believed Shu Cheng'an when he said he was short of money, but Zhizhi just said she was short of money as if it was a joke.

"If you really want to invest, I'll ask for you." Zhou Jihuai said, "But opening a disco costs a lot of money. Tang Lin is a big businessman. He invested 300,000 yuan in the disco in Shanghai. If he opens one in Jingzhou, the initial investment is estimated to be about the same."

Wen Zhile nodded.

She can write an IOU to her grandma.

Borrow 100,000 and repay 150,000, or even more - if the money earned later is more than she expected: "I'll find a way to deal with the money."

"I can lend it to you." Zhou Jihuai didn't hesitate.

He had plenty of money, enough for her to invest.

This money was left by my grandfather who used to be an arms dealer. He suffered a lot in those ten years, and before he died, he deposited the money in the bank in his name. Later, my grandmother put the passbook in an envelope and mailed it to him, asking him not to tell anyone. Even my parents didn't know about the existence of this money.

Wen Zhile was stunned after hearing this and was shocked by Zhou Jihuai's words.

"Brother, are you serious?"

Is Zhou Jihuai so rich?

That shouldn’t be the case. Didn’t the Zhou family have three generations in the military?

Could it be that Zhou Jihuai's grandfather had also been in business like her grandfather and saved a lot of money?

"I accept your kindness, but the money is too much, I..."

Before Wen Zhile finished speaking, Zhou Jihuai asked, "Are you embarrassed to accept it?"

"That's not it..." the little girl said sincerely, "I don't dare to accept it."

The man raised his lips and said, "Then you should raise the money yourself first. If you change your mind, you can come and get it anytime."

"I will ask Tang Lin about the investment as soon as possible."

Wen Zhile took out a piece of grape candy from the pocket of her denim skirt, tore open the package and handed it over, saying softly: "Thank you, brother. I'll peel the candy for you. If this thing works out, it must be for your sake."

Zhou Jihuai glanced down and said, "His family doesn't approve of him opening a disco. The cost of the disco in Shanghai is his own savings. Your investment in him is a timely help. It has nothing to do with my face."

After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth slightly and said, "You feed me? I'm driving, I can't let go of the steering wheel."

Wen Zhile blinked and her face turned a little red.

Don't think she hasn't seen him steering with one hand.

The little girl puffed up her cheeks and moved the candy to the man's mouth. Zhou Jihuai smiled and bit the candy away.

The soft lips accidentally touched her fingertips, and Wen Zhile withdrew her fingers as if she had been electrocuted.

She remembered her decision in Shanghai and decided not to let her mind wander. She stopped her brain from thinking spontaneously, took a deep breath, and slowly calmed down.

Yu Qi's restaurant is also in Shibei, a ten-minute drive from Jingzhou University.

When the two arrived at the place, his car was the only one in the alley.

Zhou Jihuai opened the car door and got out, knocking on the door six times.

"Your brother hasn't come yet, let's go in and eat first."

Wen Zhile hummed twice, and the wooden door opened from the inside.

Yu Qi greeted them warmly: "Captain, are you fully healed?"

The two of them were chatting, and Wen Zhile didn't interrupt. She just followed Zhou Jihuai's footsteps quietly. After a while, she walked into the room they had been to last time and looked at the menu to order food.

Yu Qi walked to the corner and took two bottles of soda: "I remember that Comrade Wen likes to drink soda. I knew you were coming today, so I prepared a box in advance. Comrade Wen, you can take it yourself after you finish these two bottles."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Yu."

"Brother Yu, I heard you are getting married. Congratulations to you and your sister-in-law."

Yu Qi smiled happily: "You and the leader will come to the banquet later."

Wen Zhile agreed immediately: "No problem, my brother and I will definitely go."

In her previous life, she was busy studying and had only attended her cousin's wedding, and had never been to any other wedding.

After Zhou Jihuai ordered the dishes, Yu Qi went to the kitchen.

As soon as he left, Zhou Jihuai took the soda and put it next to him: "Eat first, I ordered tofu pudding, drink something hot in the morning."

Wen Zhile watched the soda go away from him and muttered softly, "You look like my dad."