After Xia Laoer saved up the money, he went to the hospital to get discharged. Seeing Uncle Xia and his family yelling at Xia Qingshu, he picked up a broom and chased them out.
Uncle Xia and his family left a message saying "Xia Qingshu, don't regret it" and ran away in shame.
Xia Laoer handed the passbook to Xia Qingshu, "Miaozi, if you ask others to pay so much, will you be retaliated? Miaozi, you don't know how dangerous society is. Dad is so worried. Also, what's wrong with your illness? If this hospital doesn't work, let's go to another one..."
Xia Laoer has been an honest man all his life and has never experienced any major storms, so his psychological quality is worrying.
When he gets nervous, he talks a lot, like a machine gun, and his body shakes.
Xia Qingshu was afraid that he would faint, so he immediately gave him a talk therapy, "Dad, don't be afraid, we will keep the money, this time we have a noble person to help us."
"What noble person?"
"Chen Zhiyu, the richest man in China." Xia Qingshu immediately made up a touching story about how Chen Zhiyu took the initiative to help a student representative who was bullied during a speech at school. "Mr. Chen came here personally to mediate. If you don't believe me, you can ask the doctors and nurses. No matter how powerful the Zhou family is, can they be more powerful than Mr. Chen?!"
Xia Lao Er was stunned when he heard this.
Xia Qingshu changed his clothes and said, "Dad, let's go buy a car first, and then buy a bigger house."
Xia Lao Er began to tremble again: "This, is not appropriate."
"Why not? If we don't spend the money, we won't have children. If we don't spend it, are we going to ask those distant Korean relatives to spend it for us?!" Xia Qingshu held the passbook in his hand, and said in a low but firm voice, "We are multi-millionaires now. Let's buy a house in a community with better property services to prevent those Koreans from coming whenever they want."
After leaving the hospital, Xia Qingshu directed Xia Laoer to drive to the 4S shop and picked up a car directly.
When Xia Qingshu was in the hospital, he was paying attention to real estate information. After completing the vehicle procedures, they went to the sales office and bought a garden house with full payment.
Xia Laoer's feet started shaking at first, then his hands, and finally his whole body. When driving, Xia Qingshu felt that the body of the car was shaking.
"Miaozi, is it really okay for us to spend money like this?"
"You won't ask us to pay, right? If you want us to pay, even if you sell your father you still can't afford it!"
"Is this a dream?"
"Dad, this is real, not a dream. I've already said that a noble person will help me. You don't believe in yourself, but you have to believe in Mr. Chen Zhiyu."
Xia Qingshu estimated that Xia Laoer would need at least three or five conversation therapies to relieve his shaking condition.
Along the way, in order to appease Xia Laoer, he exaggerated Chen Zhiyu into a new-age living Lei Feng who was unparalleled in the world.
"My son, Mr. Chen Zhiyu is such a good man. You don't know that the lawyer was so arrogant that day," Xia Laoer recalled the scene when Zhou Chuan brought the lawyer to the ward that day, and felt that Chen Zhiyu was simply a god from heaven. "My son, how do you think we can thank Mr. Chen? How about treating him to a meal? One meal may not be enough, we have to treat him to at least ten meals!"
"Dad, Mr. Chen is very busy. I have already thanked him. It is enough for us to express our gratitude."
"No, that won't do. For such a great favor, Dad has to thank him personally. Son, don't worry about it. Dad knows the limits."
Xia Qingshu thought that since Xia Laoer was so timid, he would not dare to go directly to Chen Zhiyu, and Chen Zhiyu was not so easy to approach. Just ignore him and let him do it on his own.
Xia Qingshu didn't expect that Xia Laoer was so stubborn that he would do what he decided to do. Xia Laoer has limited knowledge and his way of repaying gratitude is very simple: treating people to a meal. Since he couldn't make an appointment with Chen Zhiyu, he cooked three dishes and a soup on time every day and sent them to the Chen Group.
He braved the scorching heat of the coldest days of winter to deliver the meals. After delivering the meals, he waited at the company gate and watched Chen Zhiyu eat them himself. However, every time I had to wait until the end of the shift and watch the security guard throw away the food.
After delivering food for several days, the food was thrown away. Xia Laoer felt sorry for the food and asked his nephew about it.
My nephew is called Xia Dong. He is starting a business and opened a coffee and dessert shop named "Xia".
"Uncle, nowadays young bosses like to drink coffee and eat Western food. They don't like three dishes and one soup." Xia Dong said, "How about this, you give it to me, I will take care of it for you, and you can take care of your nephew's business."
Xia Lao Er didn't know why young people liked to drink that bitter black water, but there was nothing he could do. He had been trying hard for a few days but to no avail, so he asked Xia Dong to try. "Xiao Dong, we have to thank them. When you send the gifts, leave a note to let them know."
Xia Dong: "Uncle, no problem. We are good at this. Don't worry. I will write your name on it."
Xia Lao Er thought for a moment and said, "Don't write about me, write about Qing Shu."
Chen Group President's Office.
Chen Zhiyu stood with his hands behind his back facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window. A board meeting just ended and some problems arose. He is now very unhappy. The employees are working cautiously and checking a job repeatedly for fear of angering him.
The security supervisor came up with a box filled with a lot of items, all neatly packed. They were all gifts from fans to Chen Zhiyu.
Chen Zhiyu is young and handsome, and he is also the richest man in China. He not only has a dedicated fan club, but also has fans waiting at his company to take pictures.
There is a giant billboard of Chen Zhiyu at the entrance of the company, and a fan reception room has been set up at the side door, where fans often come to give gifts.
The security supervisor said: "Secretary Li, I will put these gifts in the storage room."
"Check to see if there are any dangerous goods and send them to the office for the president to review." Secretary Li took a look at the box.
Mr. Chen is in a bad mood today, and maybe he will feel better after seeing the gifts from fans. Their entire logistics department doesn't want to stay up late with him anymore.
"Hey, why is there food here?" Secretary Li saw a beautifully packaged red box with some water droplets on it, emitting an enticing fragrance.
"Please bring out the food." The security supervisor said, and reached out to take it. Food should not be stored in the storage room. If it goes bad, it will become smelly and moldy, and will attract flies, mosquitoes and rats.
"Oh, there's also a card, Xia Qing... what's it from? The ink is smudged, so I can't see it clearly. Oh, there's also a love poem written on it..."
When Chen Zhiyu opened the door, he happened to hear the security supervisor reciting a poem.
"I want to send you a piece of colored paper and a letter, but I don't know where you are, amidst the vast mountains and rivers?" (1)
"Who sent it?" When Chen Zhiyu was in school, he liked the poems of Da Yan and Xiao Yan the most. Although the security supervisor's Mandarin was not very standard, he could tell the answer as soon as he heard it.
When I got closer, I saw a red rectangular box with a pink note stuck on it with a big "Summer" written on it.
The day before yesterday, he went to the hospital to see Xia Qingshu.
Xia Qingshu confessed to him pitifully, like a stray red panda, cute and clumsy.
He couldn't bear to refuse in person, and in a moment of weakness, he left a promise.
Even though the red panda is stupid, why did it take action so quickly?
Tsk tsk.
Chen Zhiyu opened the red box with great interest, and there was a big word "Xia" written in the middle of the box.
"Bring it here."
The security supervisor attached the love poem with both hands.
Love poems, love poems...The abbreviation of love poems is "QS", and the abbreviation of green trees is also "QS".
This hint should not be too obvious.
Chen Zhiyu raised the corners of his lips and asked casually, "Do you have any more gifts from Xia...?"
"No, that's all." The security supervisor thought for a moment, "A few days ago, there was a guy who delivered three dishes and a soup every day. I think his last name was Xia."
"How many days did you deliver it?"
"About three or four days."
"Send three dishes and a soup, as well as the surveillance footage of this box today. Send it to me." Chen Zhiyu walked into the office with his hands behind his back, "Bring it in and put it on my desk."
The security supervisor glanced at Secretary Li and asked in a low voice, "President, do you want to eat?"
Secretary Li spread his hands: "I don't know."
Although Chen Zhiyu will sort the gifts given by fans into categories, he generally does not eat the food. After all, it is something of unknown origin.
The red box contains a cup of handmade coffee and a few homemade chocolate nut cookies.
The gift must have been delivered not long ago, and the coffee is still warm.
Chen Zhiyu picked up the coffee, a little hesitant.
He is very picky about food. For example, stir-fry must have onions, ginger, and garlic, but the actual onions, ginger, and garlic cannot appear; coffee must be black but with half a spoon of sugar and half a spoon of milk for flavoring; desserts cannot be too sweet but also cannot be too sweet...
He will not easily try food that does not suit his taste.
It's hot and humid in the capital in August. Even though the air conditioner in the office is turned on high, there's still heat in the places where the sun shines.
Outside the window, the delivery man was riding an electric scooter under the scorching sun.
Chen Zhiyu's mind flashed with the scene of Xia Qingshu riding a shared bicycle and squatting at the company gate to give gifts... His delicate skin was scorched by the sun, and his whole body was red and sweaty...
You should still have a taste. You can’t let the little fool’s hard work go to waste.
He picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.
After just one bite, I was stunned.
This cup of coffee was made entirely according to his taste. When the black liquid went into his mouth, his mouth was filled with the sweet, mellow, sour and bitter aroma of roasted coffee beans. Adding a little sugar and milk made the original bitterness sweet again.
A little more is sweet, a little less is bitter.
Just right and appropriate.
He picked up a small cookie and put it in his mouth.
The chocolate is mellow, the nuts are crisp, it’s neither sweet nor greasy, and the taste is just right.
Before I knew it, I had finished my coffee and biscuits.
Chen Zhiyu shook his head and smiled.
The kids aren't that stupid.
Want to capture his stomach before you capture his heart.
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