Chapter 62 The Truth Comes Out
After a few days of "hanging out," Young Master Duan returned to the Duan family home looking noticeably better.
Even Mengmeng noticed that her master was in a good mood recently, so Cong Chun rewarded her with several chicken legs.
A few days ago, while Duan Mingxiao was away, Cong Chun had already assembled the toy race car model.
He even bought batteries, installed them, and tested them on the ground; they were a great success.
Although it wasn't as exquisite as the car model in the shop window, Cong Chun looked pretty good on the table.
When the time comes, he can present it to the young master in person on his birthday.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun pulled out a small cloth bag, a small wallet sewn by his grandmother from coarse cloth. Cong Chun carried several of these with him.
Cong Chun immediately allocated half of his newly received salary, which he hadn't even had a chance to enjoy, to this account.
Yesterday, Butler Chen paid his salary. Cong Chun came to the Duan family in the middle of last month, and his salary was paid in the middle of this month.
Now that Duan Mingxiao's leg has healed, the young master goes to the racing training ground during the day, and Cong Chun sometimes goes with him, but he doesn't seem to be able to help much.
Duan Mingxiao gave Cong Chun a camera to play with, saying that if he found watching Cong Chun train boring, he could go to the training site and take some handsome photos of him.
Cong Chun liked the camera that Duan Mingxiao had lent him very much. It had more photo-taking functions than a mobile phone and the photos were of higher resolution.
After a while, the photos in the camera consisted of half of the young master's photos and half of the photos of Mengmeng's photos, with a small portion being landscape photos taken by Cong Chun.
However, Cong Chun just went online to check the phone that Duan Mingxiao had given him before.
I discovered that this phone is the latest model, and it's very expensive, costing a full 15,000 yuan.
When Cong Chun saw that he had just received his salary, he shamelessly gave himself a 40% discount and stuffed his salary into the small cloth bag that his grandmother had sewn for him. He gave it to Duan Mingxiao when he left the Duan family, as if he had bought the phone from the young master.
However, this means Cong Chun can't buy a new computer. He plans to buy a used computer for a few hundred yuan at a nearby computer mall before the start of the semester.
With a computer, he wanted to earn some money by taking orders online and find two part-time jobs outside, so he wouldn't have to ask his grandmother for living expenses anymore.
As for tuition fees, Cong Chun had already inquired and found out that he could apply for a student loan.
It would be best if we could save more money to bring Grandma over, but prices are high in Jinghai City, and most importantly, Grandma doesn't want to come.
Cong Chun started stuffing things into his suitcase.
He didn't have much stuff; his suitcase wasn't even half full. Most of it was given to him by kind people.
He received a thermos, clothes, and a cell phone from the young master.
There was also the watch that Luo Qing gave to Cong Chun, which Cong Chun treasured dearly.
The hat that Lu Tinglan gave to Cong Chun.
However, he still owed Lu Tinglan persimmon cakes, and he didn't know if he would have another chance to repay him.
When Cong Chun first came to Jinghai City, the most valuable thing he owned was a pair of fifty-yuan sneakers.
When it's the young master's birthday, I'll give him the racing car model as a gift.
After saying a proper goodbye, I can move into the student dormitory at Yenching University after leaving the company.
He missed Duan Mingxiao when he studied in Yenching.
The suitcase in front of him was also given to him by Butler Chen; it was a model from seven or eight years ago, but Butler Chen hadn't used it much.
One day, Butler Chen saw Cong Chun washing and drying urea bags. He remembered that he had an old suitcase that he had never used, so he gave it to Cong Chun.
Cong Chun was very happy, feeling that he had met mostly good people in Jinghai City.
The only person who bullied him was his uncle.
A few days later, he went to get the money back, and this time Cong Chun wouldn't be polite.
Duan Mingxiao had just returned from the racing training ground, wearing a black T-shirt, his chest rising and falling slightly, indicating that he had just finished training.
The young master is in high spirits, and his recent performance in competitions has improved, even surpassing his previous level.
He is determined to win the championship in this Jinghai City Championship.
To avoid being disturbed by his family, apart from Cong Chun who knew that Duan Mingxiao had been going to the racing training ground these past few days and had the chicks cover for him, everyone else thought that the young master had gone on vacation abroad.
Therefore, Duan Mingxiao has been staying in hotels outside the city after training these past few days.
I went back to the Duan family home before the competition.
He missed Cong Chun terribly after not seeing her for several days. Originally, Duan Mingxiao wanted Cong Chun to stay at the hotel with him.
But that stubborn Chun just wouldn't agree.
These past few days, the young master has been able to pester Cong Chun to make video calls every night.
After finishing the video, he took a cold shower as if torturing himself.
Anyway, Duan Mingxiao thought that after he finished the competition and got his ticket to the world event, he would have plenty of time to spend with Cong Chun.
The competition is in two days.
Duan Mingxiao pretended to have just returned from a vacation with Ji Ruhui, but unexpectedly, in the hall, Duan Chengshan stared at him with unfriendly eyes and a gloomy face. On the table was the camera that he had lent to Cong Chun.
Duan Mingxiao was stunned for a moment, his lips pressed into a straight line, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
Cong Chun stood to the side, her eyes red, looking completely dazed and wooden.
They're probably going to cry.
The young master immediately realized that his cold-blooded biological father had done something wrong.
Duan Mingxiao showed no mercy from the moment he opened his mouth.
"You old geezer, have you no shame? How dare you bully a young person?"
"Hurry up and apologize to this fool Chun."
[What kind of person is he? Every time he comes back, he has a long face. Does he think I owe him money and he won't pay it back? At most, I only owe that old geezer a little tadpole.]
My outstanding abilities and robust physique are all thanks to myself.
Do you know what it means to be slippery in Jinghai City? You fall down and get back up on your own. This young master has never fallen.
Cong Chun sniffed and looked at Duan Mingxiao.
She thought to herself, "But young master, you've had a broken bone before."
Duan Chengshan, who was standing to the side, could no longer bear it. How could he have such a bizarre son?
Duan Chengshan snorted coldly, his tone sarcastic.
"Yes, yes, yes, you, Duan Mingxiao, are the smartest in the whole world. You're always calling others stupid or saying they should die."
"Hehe, our Duan family has also produced a cultured person."
"A great writer."
Duan Chengshan felt that every time he returned to the Duan family, his lifespan would be shortened.
Duan Mingxiao stepped forward, grabbed Cong Chun's arm, and pulled him to his side.
The young master wrinkled his nose, his narrow eyes revealing a hint of disdain.
"Stay away from him, or you'll pick up his old-fashioned smell."
[Furthermore, low intelligence is contagious; what if idiots get even dumber?]
Duan Chengshan: If I had known that when you were a kid, my wife would beat you, I shouldn't have stopped her. I would have let Duan Mingxiao get beaten to death and be done with it.
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