Chapter 42: Fooling the Ordinary People
"Grandpa Jian, Uncle Jian, Second Uncle Jian, you can just call me Xiao Lu." Lu Yujing nodded slightly.
"Hey! Hey!" The three of them nodded hurriedly.
His expression still showed his nervousness.
The most powerful leader they had ever met was Zhou Hao from the Public Security Bureau. Now that they were facing someone with even greater imposing power, it would be strange if they were not nervous.
Jian Qingyi, who got out of the car door from the other side, looked at him coldly without any expression.
Perhaps because they had been in contact for a long time, she was no longer as nervous as when she first faced Lu Yujing.
On the contrary, the three men were so nervous that beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.
"Xiao Lu, come in and sit down." In the end, Jian Zhongliang spoke first.
Lu Yujing turned his head slightly and looked at Jian Qingyi who was standing at the front of the car.
Only then did the three members of the Jian family notice Jian Qingyi standing beside them.
Thinking of the scene when Jian Xiaojing returned home with tears in her eyes, Jian Zhongliang frowned.
If Lu Yujing, the "big Buddha", hadn't been standing here, he would probably have scolded her again.
Receiving Jian Zhongliang's displeased gaze, Jian Qingyi turned her head away, ignored everyone, and went straight upstairs.
Lu Yujing was such a smart person that, combined with the intelligence he had, he figured out the twists and turns in a moment.
He gave Jian Yiwei a look, and the latter immediately took out three big bags of good cigarettes, wine and tea from the car.
"I came here in a hurry and didn't prepare anything." Lu Yujing opened his thin lips slightly.
"Xiao Lu, look at you, you just came, and you are so polite..." Jian Dashan was nervous and excited.
The eyes of the people watching nearby widened.
The wine, the cigarettes, the tea...
Even if they have not eaten or drunk.
But they also knew that those things were not something that ordinary people like them could buy.
The packaging of those things alone is probably enough for ordinary people to eat and drink for a month.
"Let's go upstairs first! The political commissar has been tired all day." Jian Yiwei reminded in a low voice.
"Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Go upstairs first, go upstairs first." Jian Zhongliang hurried forward to lead the way.
Jian Zhongkang helped Jian Yiwei carry things.
Jian Dashan, who was following behind the others, was grinning so hard that his teeth were showing.
It was not until the few people disappeared in the corridor that the workers who had just got off work at the gate of the family compound began to whisper.
"Is that a relative of the Jane family?"
The workers got off work late, and when they came back they only saw Jian Yiwei carrying out large and small bags of goodies from the car.
"It's the leader of the kid from the Jian family." A little old man who watched the whole thing came out and broke the news.
"I heard he's a political commissar." The other old man pointed to his shoulder as he spoke, "Two bars and four stars."
There were gasps from the crowd.
Two bars and four stars...
Women may not understand what the two bars and four stars represent, but most men do.
"The Jian family is going to become rich!" someone sighed.
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upstairs
Jian Qingyi went into the small house as soon as she got home.
Because school had just started and there wasn't much homework, she quickly finished it, tidied it up, and then took out her sketchbook.
But before she could start writing, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" Jian Qingyi didn't move.
"Yi Yi, it's me." Jian Yiwei's voice came.
Suddenly thinking of the sachet she made, Jian Qingyi threw the sketchbook back to the island and took out the sachet.
The small room was not big. Apart from a 1.2-meter bunk bed and a tattered desk with the paint almost peeling off, there was only a small aisle that could not even accommodate a chair.
Jian Qingyi usually draws while sitting at the head of the bed.
She is small and looks okay.
At this moment, when the tall Jian Yiwei came in, that feeling...
It's like a big Tibetan mastiff squeezed into a teacup dog's cage.
Because there was no chair, Jian Qingyi could only give up half of the edge of the bed.
Jian Yiwei glanced outside the door, quickly unbuttoned his pocket, and took out two big unity banknotes.
Realizing his intention, Jian Qingyi quickly held down his hand.
"Brother, I have money now."
"Yi Yi..." Jian Yiwei thought Jian Qingyi was being polite to him and frowned.
"Brother, I'm really rich."
Afraid that Jian Yiwei wouldn't believe her, she explained, "I sold my mother's regular job quota for three thousand yuan!"
"You sold your position as a regular employee, so what will you do in the future?" Jian Yiwei frowned even more tightly.
"Am I still afraid of not having a job after I go to college?" Jian Qingyi stuffed the money in Jian Yiwei's hand back into his pocket.
"But you should wait until after the college entrance examination next year before selling it!" Jian Yiwei was worried to death.
What if I fail the exam next year?
"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely be admitted to university." Jian Qingyi knew what he was worried about.
With her intelligence, it's easy for her to get into university.
Besides, there is more to life than just the college entrance examination.
"But..." Jian Yiwei still felt that Jian Qingyi's decision was too hasty.
"Don't worry, brother, look what this is?" Jian Qingyi hurriedly took out a sachet from his pocket to divert his attention.
"Sachet?! Where did you buy it? It smells so nice, and the embroidery on it is also nice." Jian Yiwei put it under his nose and smelled it.
"I learned to do it myself." Jian Qingyi raised his chin, quite proud.
"I put jasmine and osmanthus flowers in it to promote qi circulation, relieve depression, refresh the mind and promote sleep."
"This blue sachet is for you, and this one with embroidered osmanthus flowers is for my second sister..."
"Political Commissar!" Jian Yiwei stood up suddenly.
Because Jian Qingyi was sitting with her back to the door, she turned her head belatedly and saw two people, one tall and one short, standing at the door.
Jian Zhongliang is 178cm tall, which is not considered short among the crowd, but when he stands next to Lu Yujing, who is 187cm tall, he instantly looks short and ugly.
"Sachet? Can I see it?" Lu Yujing took a step forward.
Two tall men of about 1.8 meters entered the small room of 5 or 6 square meters...
Jian Qingyi felt it was difficult to breathe.
However, one of the tall guys was blocking the aisle. If she wanted to get out, she could only fly or step over him.
Flying is unrealistic.
It is even more unrealistic to step over him.
"This sachet was made by my younger sister. It's stuffed with osmanthus and jasmine flowers. It smells so nice." Jian Yiwei handed the sachet over without thinking, with a hint of boasting in his tone.
"It smells quite nice." Lu Yujing gently stroked the green bamboo on the blue sachet. "Did you embroider this?"
"It's just embroidered randomly." Jian Qingyi chuckled.
Her embroidery skills can fool most people.
Like Lu Yujing...
You can tell at a glance that he has seen the world.
"It looks like Suzhou embroidery?" Lu Yujing said in a soft voice.
Jian Qingyi's heart skipped a beat.
Even with just a few flowers and plants embroidered on it, he could tell it was Suzhou embroidery.
"I really don't know about this. I just watched others embroider once or twice. I thought it was fun, so I learned it." Jian Qingyi said calmly.
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