Zhao Liang cried out in pain at home. He really didn't expect that he just vented his dissatisfaction and said something he shouldn't have said, but that group of people didn't dare to beat him.
What made him even angrier was that the damn conductor would not let them go so easily and didn't ask them to pay. Damn it, how could this be possible?
He never thought that his belongings would be stolen, as they contained the money he had saved.
The money he had saved by living frugally for the past few years was gone just like that. How could he not feel heartbroken?
This is the key to whether he can have a good life in the future. Once he takes over, he plans to use money to make friends and then change his job. This all costs money.
"It's over, it's really over." His mood couldn't be worse when he thought about his dark future.
Zhang Cuihua listened to her eldest son tossing and turning on the kang, mumbling all kinds of things. As a mother, her heart was broken.
"Grandpa, don't scare me, your mother. Are you okay?" Zhang Cuihua looked at Zhao Liang with tears in her eyes.
Zhao Liang felt angry when he saw Zhang Cuihua doing nothing but crying. It was so unlucky. What else could she do besides crying?
"Mom, your son is seriously injured, but we don't even have the money for medical treatment, and you are still required to spend money. I, I really can't bear it." No matter how dissatisfied he was in his heart, Zhao Lei could only endure it.
There is nothing to do. Even if Zhang Cuihua is incompetent, she can still suppress Zhao Lei. He doesn't believe that Zhao Lei, who is the factory director, doesn't care about his reputation.
Humph, this time I must make Zhao Lei bleed heavily.
Zhao Liang had a good idea, and he also thought of letting Zhang Cuihua make trouble again in a few days and asking Zhao Lei to help him transfer his job to the motorcycle factory.
Zhao Tiezhu was carrying four gifts on his way home. Along the way, classmates, whether they knew him or not, would say, "Your third son/your Zhao Lei sent you a festival gift?" What a filial son.
Hearing similar words, Zhao Tiezhu felt really aggrieved. He really wanted to question them, asking them how could they be considered filial with just such a small gift.
Zhao Lei usually has so much to eat and drink, but he only gets so many gifts and sends his parents away like this. Doesn't this kid feel heartbroken?
No matter how dissatisfied Zhao Tiezhu was in his heart, he couldn't show it, which was really embarrassing.
When Zhao Tiezhu came home with the stuff, Zhang Cuihua saw what he had in his hand and her eyes widened. "Old man, what are you doing here? Is this the company's stuff?"
"This meal is too rich." Zhang Cuihua was stunned. She took it quickly and thought about how to deal with the ingredients.
Zhao Liang was lying on the kang, listening to his old lady talking about how sumptuous the meal was. He was very curious and wondered what good stuff the machinery factory could give him. Isn't it just some meat and rice and flour? That's a big deal?
"What a short-sighted person he is. He doesn't even know how to appease Zhao Lei." Zhao Liang lay on the kang helplessly, staring at the ceiling.
To be honest, even though Zhao Lei caught the eye of a nobleman and was doing well, Zhao Liang didn't take Zhao Lei too seriously and thought that this was just how his life would go.
But who could have thought that he would actually go this far? I read in the newspaper that Zhao Lei had developed a motorcycle with better performance, but what I didn't expect was that he actually built a motorcycle factory on a large scale.
Originally, he thought that even if he established a motorcycle factory, so what? The bigger the factory, the more people would be watching it, and the position of factory director would definitely not be Zhao Lei. At most, he would be an engineer or something.
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