He made it sound so easy, saying it would just pass by.
But would Hu Haidong dare to just walk past Liu Changhe in front of him?
With a seemingly casual remark, Xiao Weiguo, leveraging Liu Changhai's influence, effectively put Hu Haidong in a difficult position.
Liu pretended not to hear and continued playing with the two children, their cheerful laughter echoing throughout the courtyard.
Hu Haidong smiled as he drank his tea, his thoughts unknown.
Just then, Xiao Zhang led an old man, carrying photographic equipment on his shoulder, into the courtyard.
The cameras back then were much bigger than today's camcorders. They were supported by a tripod, were more than a meter tall, and covered with a thick red cloth.
The photographer had to crawl inside the red cloth to focus, then squeeze the shutter button, a flash of white light, and that was it.
The room was too dark, so a group of people set up some stools outside and took turns taking pictures.
First, Lao Liu took a picture with the two children in his arms, and then he took a picture of each of the children individually.
Even Hu Haidong joined in the fun, taking photos with Liu Changhe and Xiao Weiguo's family one by one.
Xiao Weiguo decided to let loose and had each member of his family take a few photos. He believed that these old photos would leave everyone with unique and precious memories in the future.
The photographer really struck gold this time; he made more business in half an afternoon than he usually does in half a month.
Finally, Liu Changhe pointed at Hu Haidong and said to the photographer, "He paid for his own photo."
Hu Haidong could only awkwardly pull out ten yuan, but Xiao Weiguo pressed it back.
Why should someone else pay for photos taken at home?
After taking the photos, Liu Changhe was about to go back. His elderly mother was still in the hospital, and only his wife was taking care of her. He was worried about her.
Hu Haidong also took the opportunity to say goodbye, and Xiao Weiguo could not persuade them to stay, so he had to see them off.
The group had just reached the main gate.
With a creak, another car pulled up in front of his house.
This time it wasn't a Jeep, but a shiny black Santana.
Seeing the villagers speechless, good heavens, what exactly did Xiao Weiguo do? So many important figures came to visit in one day.
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