It can be said that Zhou Ran was brought up by Zhou Hong.
Zhou Ran is the only child of Grandpa Zhou's branch. All the other branches of the Zhou family dislike him very much, and he has been spoiled to the point of being lawless.
Boys are naughty by nature. At that time, Zhou Ran wanted to tear off the roof every day. The Zhou family's ancestral home was made into a mess by him, and the servants and housekeepers were miserable.
He teased cats and dogs every day, and even pulled an electric fence to electrocute an entire pond of Mr. Zhou's finest ornamental fish worth hundreds of millions.
Zhou Ran's mother died early, and his father Zhou Hao had a soft temper. He could not take care of his son and was often made to cry by his son.
It was Zhou Hong who broke a few belts and changed Zhou Ran's personality, which prevented him from becoming a gangster.
Because he was brought up by his uncle, Zhou Ran knew Zhou Hong's character very well - Zhou Hong was a ruthless working machine. He was heartless and even a little heartless. He was too lazy to care about his family or his nephew.
So these past few days, Zhou Hong had asked him to repair villas for others, and to deliver quilts and blankets to others. He also patiently reminded him of every detail... Zhou Ran felt that his uncle seemed to have taken the wrong medicine.
——Otherwise, even if it was to repay the Xia family for saving his life, Zhou Hong would not have completely changed his personality.
Zhou Ran was walking home while thinking about his uncle's strange behavior. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got home, Zhou Hong called him.
Zhou Ran picked up the call, and Zhou Hong's slightly serious voice immediately came through the receiver: "Have all those things been delivered?"
Zhou Ran replied: "...sent it on."
Zhou Hong nodded at the other end of the phone, and then said, "Pick out some warm clothes, such as down jackets, plush coats, mink coats, leather gloves, leather hats... In short, buy whatever you can and send them to them. The money will be withdrawn from my account."
Zhou Ran: “….”
Zhou Hong thought for a moment and added, "Remember to choose a few pieces that are fashionable and women like. Don't choose anything too ugly. If you don't know how to choose, go ask your wife."
Zhou Ran: “…”
Zhou Ran held the phone with a complicated expression, listening to Zhou Hong's instructions word by word on the phone. The expression on his face could be described as colorful.
Zhou Ran began to wonder if his uncle was also hit in the head by a stray bullet when he was shot. Otherwise, why did he seem like a completely different person, as if he had been possessed by a soul from another world!
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After Zhou Ran left, Xia Shige looked at the dozen or so huge bags on the ground and realized that it would be difficult to move them all by himself.
She quickly called out the whole family and told them that Zhou Ran had sent a bunch of things.
Grandma came out to see this scene and asked in surprise: "Oh my God, why did you send so much!"
Xia Guocheng flipped through the bag and was also very surprised: "These things are very expensive now. When I was helping the factory to transport goods a few days ago, I heard those workers say that the thinnest blankets now can be sold for more than 40,000 yuan! It's more expensive than the fans and air conditioners sold during the high temperature last year!"
Grandma was shocked to hear the price: "Since the high temperature last year, many people have lost their jobs, and every household is living off their savings... In this day and age, is there anyone who would buy something that costs more than 40,000 yuan?"
Xia Guocheng curled his lips when he heard this: "You don't know, those street vendors have made a fortune. They bought and sold fans when the temperature was high, and later bought and sold antipyretic drugs after the volcanic eruption. The more chaotic the world is, the more opportunities they have to make money. Many people have accumulated tens of millions of assets thanks to natural disasters!"
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