Ji Yanjun stood with his head against the tree trunk for a long time. When he raised his head, there was a small pockmark on his forehead. He stared straight at the three characters "Ji Yanjun".
After a long while, he turned around and went back to the county town.
I fell ill as soon as I returned to the county town.
Liang Wenhua quickly found a doctor and asked, "Sir, what's wrong with my son?"
The doctor said, "It's nothing, just a cold and fever. Young people are generally healthy, so don't worry. I'll prescribe some medicine, and you'll be fine after taking it."
Liang Wenhua breathed a sigh of relief, saw the doctor out of the courtyard, and thanked him profusely.
The doctor said in surprise, "It's just a fever, don't worry."
Liang Wenhua said in a low voice, "How can I not worry? What if Wen Qing passes on her illness to my son?"
"Wen Qing?" the doctor asked.
"It's alright, it's alright." Liang Wenhua waved her hand, "Thank you, doctor, thank you, doctor."
The doctor had no choice but to leave, saying before he left, "Don't be superstitious. As long as it's not an infectious disease, it won't harm anyone."
"Yes, yes, yes," Liang Wenhua said.
As soon as the doctor left, Liang Wenhua pursed her lips and happened to run into Ji Ningzhi returning from outside, with Gangzi by her side.
"Auntie," Gangzi called out.
Liang Wenhua responded.
"Mom, how's my brother?" Ji Ningzhi asked.
“It’s burning. It started burning after I went to Shuiwan Village to check on Wenqing,” Liang Wenhua said unhappily.
Gangzi said, "I'll go take a look." Then he walked into the courtyard.
Ji Ningzhi said, "Mom, Wen Qing is no longer here."
"I know."
"I only realize now how wonderful she is."
“What’s so good about it?” Liang Wenhua asked, displeased.
“She ranked second in the entire Nanzhou City College Entrance Examination. After she became successful in her youth, she quietly sponsored many impoverished students. Some time ago, many people went to her grave to visit her. It was mentioned on TV, in newspapers, and on the radio. Our school also held a large-scale memorial service,” Ji Ningzhi said. “So what?” Liang Wenhua asked.
“Stomach cancer is not contagious, and Wen Qing is not what we used to think. Don’t blame Wen Qing for any problems that may arise with your brother.”
“If I don’t blame her, who should I blame? Look at the life your brother is living now. Go to his room and listen. Whether he’s sick or not, he calls out for Wen Qing hundreds of times every night.” Liang Wenhua said, “Why do you think that is?”
"My brother likes Wen Qing."
"Wen Qing wasn't flamboyant when she was alive, how could your brother like her?"
"Mom, if someone is stabbed to death, are you going to blame the knife seller?" Ji Ningzhi retorted.
"Hey, Ningzhi, what kind of drug did Wen Qing give you? Why are you always siding with her? You used to be..."
Ji Ningzhi didn't want to listen to Liang Wenhua, so she turned around and walked towards Ji Yanjun's room.
"Ning Zhi, where are you going? I haven't finished speaking yet, Ning Zhi!" Liang Wenhua shouted from behind.
Ji Ningzhi entered Ji Yanjun's room and whispered, "Brother Gangzi."
Gangzi turned his head: "Ningzhi."
The two of them looked at Ji Yanjun's bed at the same time.
Since Wen Qing's death, Ji Yanjun's physical and mental health seemed to have suffered a severe blow, and he was not as good as before. Seeing this, Ji Ningzhi wanted to comfort him and turned to say, "Brother Gangzi, I'll go get you some water."
"Okay," Gangzi replied.
Ji Ningzhi turned and left.
Gangzi reached out and closed the door, picked up a stool, sat on the edge of the bed, and called out, "Yanjun."
Ji Yanjun slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at Gangzi: "Gangzi, you're here..."
"Um."
Ji Yanjun immediately sat up, and Ji Ningzhi and Liang Wenhua came in with hot water and medicine.
"Yanjun, come on, take some medicine, you'll feel better after taking some medicine," Liang Wenhua said.
"Just put it there," Ji Yanjun said expressionlessly.
Recently, Ji Yanjun has been cold and distant towards Liang Wenhua, which has made Liang Wenhua afraid to be arrogant in front of Ji Yanjun. She put down the medicine and left the room with Ji Ningzhi.
Gangzi looked at the medicine and said, "Take it."
Ji Yanjun reached for the teacup, took a sip of water, but did not take the medicine.
Gangzi paused for a moment and then said, "Feng Qing is in trouble."
Ji Yanjun paused, then immediately looked at Gangzi: "What happened?"
"It's about transportation," Gangzi said.
"What happened?" Ji Yanjun, who had looked haggard just moments before, suddenly perked up.
Gangzi sighed and said, "You should know that Fengqing Group consists of Fengqing Garment, Fengqing Shoes, Fengqing Clothing, Fengqing Textile, and Fengqing Transportation. The first three companies were founded by Wen Qing, and Fengqing Shoes is from Shuiwan Village, so its loyalty is extremely high. It goes without saying that Fengqing Textile was personally acquired by Wen Liang. Only Fengqing Transportation..."
"It used to be called Santu Transportation," Ji Yanjun said.
"That's right. Fengqing Transportation was acquired by Wen Qing halfway through. And those of us in this line of work are all thugs and hooligans. I am one, and so are you. When Wen Qing was around, she was very smart and knew how to win people over and subdue the people at Fengqing Transportation. But now that Wen Qing is gone, although Wen Liang can keep things under control, he is too stubborn and inexperienced. He is clearly not as good as his sister Wen Qing in this respect."
So, there were a few bad apples stirring things up at Fengqing Transportation. A couple of days ago, some guys got really bold and tried to make extra money by delivering goods. They drove Fengqing trucks, dumped the goods at home, and then went to pick up other people's goods to earn extra cash. They made the extra money, but because the original Fengqing goods were delayed, the customer didn't want them anymore. Fengqing Group lost several thousand yuan—several thousand yuan!
"And then?" Ji Yanjun frowned and put down his white tea mug.
"Then Wen Liang got upset, but the several thousand yuan would just go down the drain. Wen Liang seemed to want to punish these people. Maybe Wen Liang himself knew it was a tricky situation so he hadn't figured out how to do it, but these people saw through Wen Liang's intentions and were very unhappy. Now they are plotting to cause trouble," Gangzi said.
"Damn it!" Ji Yanjun cursed, immediately threw off the covers, and then felt dizzy.
Gangzi quickly helped him up: "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to kill these bastards!"
"We need to come up with a foolproof plan. If we just go impulsively like this, will we be able to help Wen Liang solve all of Feng Qing's problems?" Gangzi asked.
Ji Yanjun sat heavily on the bed; he had been too anxious just now.
"The soup is good, but those few rat droppings are bad!" Gangzi said.
"Keep pushing them to the limit!" Ji Yanjun said angrily, grabbing the medicine from the table, stuffing it into his mouth, and swallowing it all with a sip of water.
"How do you want to kill him?" Gangzi asked.
Ji Yanjun said, "These kinds of people are hard to understand if you try to get too involved with them. The only solution is to fight violence with violence."
"How do we make it?" Gangzi asked. "Do we do it ourselves?"
"We can intervene when necessary," Ji Yanjun said.
Ji Yanjun was preoccupied with something, so he took his medicine at noon and felt better in the afternoon. Then he went out with Gangzi and spent the whole day running around.
The next morning, after having breakfast, Wen Liang prepared to go to the county town.
Yao Shiling stopped him and asked, "Come back for lunch, don't eat out." Ever since Wen Qing died of stomach cancer, she has never dared to be careless about eating and drinking. Her husband and her daughter are gone, and she can no longer bear the blow.
"Come back for dinner," Wen Liang said with a smile.
"Don't overwork yourself," Yao Shiling said again.
"Okay," Wen Liang said.
Yao Shiling then let Wen Liang go. Wen Peng wanted to go with him, but Wen Liang had something on his mind and didn't want his family to worry, so he couldn't let Wen Peng come along.
So Wen Liang got into Fengqing Transport's car and drove out of Shuiwan Village.
"Mr. Wen, what should we do with Sanpi and the others?" the driver asked.
Although Wen Liang was mature and steady, he was still inexperienced and couldn't seem to handle the situation properly. He thought to himself that if his sister were here, she would know how to solve it. With that thought, he turned to look out the car window and saw the mass graves with their uneven mounds. His sister was there.
"Let's play it by ear," Wen Liang said. He had a lot of ideas in mind, but none of them seemed suitable. He had to see how Sanpi and the others reacted before making a decision. He actually wanted to fire the three of them, but he didn't have a legitimate reason or a strong reason to persuade Sanpi. He was sure Sanpi and the others would make a scene.
The driver didn't say anything; he didn't know what to do either. He thought to himself that Mr. Wen was no match for the young boss.
Soon, Wen Liang arrived in the county town. As soon as his car stopped at Fengqing Transportation, he heard howling coming from inside.
Wen Liang was taken aback.
The driver was dumbfounded.
What happened?
An employee from Fengqing Transportation rushed over and said, "Mr. Wen, a fight has broken out! A fight has broken out!"
"Who?" Wen Liang asked.
"I don't know, but someone beat up Sanpi and his gang!"
“Let’s go take a look!” Wen Liang said.
Wen Liang and the driver rushed into the transportation company. As soon as they entered, they saw several men wielding steel pipes, relentlessly slamming them against Sanpi and his companions, causing them to scream in pain.
"I'll curse your ancestors for eighteen generations! You dare to steal my job?! Don't you have eyes?!" A bald man beat him mercilessly.
"Damn it! You dare to follow your grandfather's path? Are you out of your mind?"
Sanpi was no match for the burly men; he was beaten so badly he couldn't fight back. As Sanpi ran, the bald man kicked him in the head.
With a "bang," Sanpi fell to the ground, his head hitting the ground hard, blood immediately gushing out. Sanpi covered his head and tried to run away, but he couldn't escape.
A large group of people, all strong and healthy, had gathered in the company compound, but none of them dared to step forward to help Sanpi. You see, in this era, there were plenty of highway robbers and bandits, who were just cowards who didn't care about their lives. Clearly, the bald man who dared to come in here and beat people was a coward who didn't care about his life. The group was quite frightened.
Sanpi cried and crawled away.
"Who the hell is in charge here?" The bald man shook the steel pipe in his hand, grabbed Sanpi, and dragged him like a dead dog to a truck. He asked, "Grandson! Tell grandpa, did this truck steal grandpa's goods and take grandpa's route?" The bald man kept referring to himself as "grandpa" and "old man."
"Yes, yes, yes." Sanpi was almost scared to death. These people actually dared to come to the company. He felt that his death was coming.
"Call me 'Master'."
“Yes, yes, sir, it’s this car!” Sanpi said quickly.
With a loud "bang!", the windshield shattered violently. The people from the transportation company were startled. The bald man shouted, "Boss, damn it, come out here!"
Just then, Wen Liang, who was standing at the doorway, snapped out of his daze and shouted, "Stop!" just as the bald man was about to hit him three more times.
The bald man looked over and said contemptuously, "Young man, mind your own business, or I'll choke you up."
Wen Liang was all about toughness. His sister, a girl, was able to establish Fengqing when she was only seventeen. What was there for him, a man, to be afraid of? He calmly said, "I'm the one in charge here."
"Oh, it's you." The bald man chuckled and poked Sanpi's head with a steel pipe. "Alright, let me ask you, did you know he used your car to rob my goods and took advantage of my connections?"
"Know."
"Tell me, what are we going to do about this?"
“Although I’m willing to fire them, they are still Fengqing workers, and you can’t touch them,” Wen Liang said firmly.
The other employees were taken aback. Sure enough, he was the young boss's younger brother, just like his boss—principled, decisive, and caring towards his workers.
"Can't move?" The bald man laughed, reaching out to touch his bald head. He laughed loudly, then suddenly stopped, his expression changing. "Brothers, beat them! Beat them to death! Smash them all! Smash every single car!" Then he looked at Wen Liang: "Do you think I can move?"
Wen Liang's heart sank. He was still inexperienced and at a loss for what to do.
Baldy's companions approached Sanpi and his group, as well as the car.
Wen Liang panicked.
"Stop!" A deep voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Everyone looked towards the doorway.
Many people recognized the two people at the door.
"Ji Yanjun and Gangzi."
"A fellow professional."
"Ji Yanjun is here."
"His brother came along too."
"Why did they come?"
"..."
Wen Liang was taken aback, not expecting Ji Yanjun and Gangzi to arrive at this time.
The bald man shoved Sanpi aside and laughed, "Hey, isn't this Ji Yanjun, who used to be all the rage but is now penniless? What's wrong? Want a punch?"
"Who knows who'll get punched?" Ji Yanjun said with a smile.
"Pah!" The bald man spat in front of Sanpi, who trembled in fright.
"Looking for a beating, huh?" the bald man asked.
Ji Yanjun said calmly, "Give me some face and don't cause trouble here."
The bald man pointed at the people on the ground, then at Wen Liang, and said, "They stole my goods and blocked my way, what do you want to do about it?"
“They don’t include our General Manager Wen,” Ji Yanjun said.
"Your boss, Mr. Wen?" the bald man asked.
Wen Liang was also puzzled.
“That’s right, Mr. Wen hired me yesterday, and I’m now a member of Fengqing Transportation,” Ji Yanjun said.
Gangzi said, "Me too."
Wen Liang was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood that Ji Yanjun was protecting himself and Feng Qing.
Ji Yanjun glanced at Wen Liang, who was bothered by the fact that Wen Qing liked Ji Yanjun but Ji Yanjun didn't like Wen Qing, so he forced himself to remain silent.
Ji Yanjun didn't mind.
The bald man laughed: "What if I insist on killing these bastards and smashing this place up?"
Ji Yanjun laughed, "The rule of the underworld is to take me down first."
Everyone present was shocked. Although they were all drivers and knew how lucrative and dangerous the transportation business was, he clearly knew how well he could drive, so why didn't he go solo and instead work for someone else? The reason was simple: he wasn't tough enough, he couldn't compete, and he wasn't smart enough. Working for someone else meant he could drive without worry because someone else was protecting him; otherwise, he wouldn't drive at all.
One of the rules of the underworld is to fight with real weapons and fight for real; whoever wins is the most powerful. There aren't many civilized constraints in this era.
Wen Liang was startled and was about to stop him.
The bald man looked at Ji Yanjun and smiled: "You've just recovered from being sick, right?"
“Then you might not be able to take me down,” Ji Yanjun said casually.
These words immediately provoked the bald man, who promptly ripped off his clothes: "Damn! That's great! I love it like this." He threw his clothes on the ground: "Come on! You fucking knocked me down today, and I'll take my brothers and leave right now. These bastards are yours to deal with. From now on, I'll never stop any car driven by Feng Qing again. Also, I'll pay for this windshield!"
“Okay.” Ji Yanjun also began to take off his coat.
"Yanjun, you've just recovered from your illness." Gangzi advised, "Why don't I do it?"
“It’s okay, I can manage,” Ji Yanjun said.
Wen Liang stood to the side, slightly moved.
Everyone else stepped back, making room for Ji Yanjun and the bald man.
Gangzi said worriedly, "Yanjun." If Ji Yanjun hadn't been sick and was in good health, he could have beaten the bald man in a fight, but Ji Yanjun's fever only broke last night, so he definitely wouldn't be in good physical condition.
“It’s alright, Gangzi, I’m fine.” Ji Yanjun said, “You can step back.”
As soon as Gangzi stepped back, the bald man walked towards Ji Yanjun. The bald man was a skilled fighter. As soon as he got in front of Ji Yanjun, he immediately threw a right straight punch, which was fast and fierce.
Everyone was startled, and Sanpi crawled backward.
Ji Yanjun quickly dodged.
The bald man reacted very quickly, bending his right arm and striking Ji Yanjun with his elbow. Ji Yanjun grabbed the bald man's arm with both hands, nimbly turned to the left side of the bald man, and at the same time kicked the bald man's left knee. The bald man immediately bent his knee and almost knelt down, but he managed to stand up straight and forcefully forced Ji Yanjun back several steps.
This forced everyone to retreat quickly.
Gangzi was worried that Ji Yanjun wouldn't have enough stamina.
Wen Liang stared intently at the two of them.
Ji Yanjun also felt that his physical strength was limited and he could not defeat the bald man quickly. So in the next round, the bald man threw punches and kicks, which he dodged. The bald man used three mao of strength, and he used one mao of strength.
However, they still got a beating from the bald man and a kick. When the bald man yelled "Damn it!" and kicked Ji Yanjun hard in the stomach, Gangzi and Wenliang were both horrified. This kick would have almost killed them.
"Yanjun!"
While everyone was astonished, Ji Yanjun swiftly turned to the side, grabbed the bald man with both hands, and for the first time raised his foot, kicked the bald man's knee hard. The movement was ruthless, accurate, and fast, and the bald man couldn't react at all, and knelt on the ground with a "bang".
"Well done!" Gangzi shouted.
Enraged, the bald man scrambled to his feet and threw a hook punch at Ji Yanjun. Ji Yanjun, however, wanted to provoke him. He turned his back, grabbed the bald man's arm, and with a deft and powerful move, executed a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw, sending the bald man flying.
With a "bang," the bald man fell heavily to the ground and couldn't get up for a while.
The courtyard erupted in applause.
Gangzi breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to Ji Yanjun to help the bald man up. Ji Yanjun, panting heavily, asked, "Are you alright?"
"Damn it! I lost to you again!" the bald man cursed, then shouted, "Brothers, let's go!"
However, before the group could even leave the courtyard, the police arrived and took all those involved in the fight to the police station. That evening, Baldy, Ji Yanjun, and Gangzi gathered together for drinks.
After drinking a cup, the bald man said, "Is that Mr. Wen your brother-in-law?"
Ji Yanjun paused.
Gangzi quickly interrupted, "Baldy, let's have a drink, thank you for your help, thank you so much."
"Don't be so polite, we're all brothers. Speaking of which, Yanjun, even though you're sick, I can still beat you. I admit defeat! Come on, let's drink!" The bald man toasted Ji Yanjun and Gangzi.
Ji Yanjun and Gangzi drank.
Baldy also drives a sports car. He had encountered trouble on the road before, and Ji Yanjun risked his life to save him. Baldy is a loyal friend, and since Ji Yanjun rarely asks for help, he agreed on the spot. First, he would scare Sanpi and his gang to death, then he would take control of the situation, and then Ji Yanjun and Gangzi would come out to assist Wen Liang. Finally, the police station would arrive.
This series of actions was intended to help Wen Liang intimidate the people at Fengqing Transportation, while also providing a legitimate reason to reorganize Fengqing Transportation. It could also temporarily solidify Fengqing Transportation's reputation by leveraging the fame of Baldy and Ji Yanjun, making people hesitant to provoke them.
The reason it's temporary is that in a few years, after all sectors of the country become more standardized, the power of local thugs will weaken, and legitimate companies like Fengqing Group will no longer need to resort to violence; they can simply follow the law.
"Are you really going to Fengqing to work?" the bald man asked.
Ji Yanjun: "Hmm."
"That's just making a little money. Come work for me! You'll make big money," the bald man said.
Ji Yanjun smiled and said, "Xiao Wen is always my wife's younger brother." So protecting him is his responsibility.
"Oh, I knew it, he's my brother-in-law," the bald man said with a smile.
Gangzi said, "Now that I have a wife, I'm thinking of working less, becoming a clerk, and spending more time with them."
"You guys are cowards, damn it, let's drink." The bald man was a little drunk and kept drinking.
Ji Yanjun and Gangzi drank with them, and the three of them got completely drunk before their families came to pick them up.
The bald man finished drinking and started cursing.
Gangzi obediently went home with his wife.
Supported by Ji Yousheng and Ji Ningzhi, Ji Yanjun walked home. As they walked, he leaned over the roadside and vomited. After he finished vomiting, he sobbed.
Ji Ningzhi and Ji Yousheng went forward and heard him calling Wen Qing.
"Qingqing, Qingqing..."
Ji Yousheng sighed.
Ji Ningzhi wiped away her tears, and then she and Ji Yousheng helped Ji Yanjun home.
The next morning, when Ji Ningzhi looked at Ji Yanjun again, Ji Yanjun was the same as usual.
"Brother, where are you going?" Ji Ningzhi asked.
"I'm going to work at Fengqing Transportation," Ji Yanjun said.
"Why do you want to work at Fengqing?" Liang Wenhua asked.
Ji Yanjun said, "There are no other good jobs."
Liang Wenhua remained silent. After all, the family was poor. Ever since the car accident, it seemed like the Ji family had used up all their good luck and had been poor ever since. Liang Wenhua asked, "Can't you go it alone?"
Ji Yanjun lowered his head and said, "No."
Liang Wenhua: "..."
Then Ji Yanjun went to work.
Because of the bald guy's outburst yesterday, almost everyone in the industry knows about it. Sanpi has no face to continue working here. Wenliang now has a reason to fire Sanpi and others. Sanpi accepts it willingly, and even though he was beaten and hospitalized, he doesn't dare to say anything.
At the same time, Ji Yanjun and Gangzi also joined Fengqing Transportation Company.
Wen Liang was very sensible and understood Ji Yanjun's intentions. He paid them a considerable salary as required by the company. When no one was around, he said to Ji Yanjun, "Thank you."
Ji Yanjun smiled and said, "As long as you're okay."
Wen Liang didn't say anything more.
After that, Ji Yanjun and Gangzi went to work on time. Ji Yanjun often went out to drive and deliver goods, while Gangzi stayed at the company as he wished, handling many company matters. After work, he would go home to pamper his wife and wait for the birth of their child.
Wen Liang reorganized Fengqing Transportation, and most of the former "three old bloods" were replaced. It became more and more standardized, and there were no more delivery delays. Other aspects also developed very well.
That day, Ji Yanjun drove back in his sports car. As soon as the car entered the company yard, Gangzi, holding a white porcelain mug, called out, "Yanjun, Yanjun, you're back just in time."
Ji Yanjun got off the bus.
"My wife brought me some mutton soup, a lot of it. You should have a couple of sips to warm yourself up," Gangzi said.
Ji Yanjun stepped forward and asked, "Where did you get the mutton?"
“When my wife was first pregnant, my mom bought a lamb and raised it. Now that my wife is about to give birth, my mom slaughtered the lamb to nourish my wife and us as well,” Gangzi said.
Upon hearing this, Ji Yanjun said enviously, "Your mother is so good to your wife." If only his mother had been even one percent as good to Wen Qing in this life as she was in his past life.
"Of course, have a drink, it's so cold outside." Gangzi handed over a white porcelain jar.
Ji Yanjun took it.
The two of them sat on small stools in the yard and started drinking.
Gangzi said, "Yanjun, be my son's godfather."
Ji Yanjun calmly said, "I won't take it."
Why?
"When I got married, you weren't my best man because..." Gangzi deliberately avoided mentioning Wen Qing's death: "And why were you my son's godfather?"
Just then, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and Ji Yanjun suddenly said, "It's snowing. Qingqing is most afraid of the cold."
Gangzi was startled. A few days ago, Ji Ningzhi said that her brother hadn't called out "Wen Qing" since he got drunk with the bald man and cried all night. No one mentioned "Wen Qing" anymore, and Wen Liang rarely came to the transportation company. So the name "Wen Qing" had almost disappeared from their lives. He heard that Liang Wenhua had already found a partner for Ji Yanjun. Why was he mentioning Wen Qing again? And it was as if Wen Qing was still alive.
Gangzi didn't reply.
Ji Yanjun continued drinking the mutton soup.
After a moment, Gangzi spoke up: "Yanjun, since Wen Qing was buried, haven't you visited her at all?"
Ji Yanjun said calmly, "Hmm."
Why?
"I'm afraid I'll follow her in death."
Gangzi was startled: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Ji Yanjun said calmly, "Have some soup, or it will get cold."
Over the next few days, Gangzi carefully observed Ji Yanjun. Ji Yanjun continued to do his best to serve Fengqing Transportation, doing everything perfectly, which gradually put Gangzi at ease.
That day, Wen Peng, wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, followed Wen Liang over with a smile on his face.
Gangzi smiled and went up to greet him.
Ji Yanjun looked up. If there was anyone in the Wen family who looked like Wen Qing, it would be Wen Peng. Ji Yanjun stared straight at Wen Peng.
"Second brother, what's he doing here?" Wen Peng asked. "Does Mom know?"
"I don't know," Wen Liang said. "Let's go, this place is nice, let's go to the garment factory."
"Okay." Wen Peng followed Wen Liang.
Ji Yanjun continued working.
Gangzi saw the two off and, upon returning, said, "Yanjun, you know what? The Wen family really does produce excellent breeds. They're all handsome and exceptionally intelligent."
"Qingqing is the prettiest and smartest," Ji Yanjun blurted out unexpectedly.
Gangzi had nothing to say, even though what Ji Yanjun said was true.
When the second heavy snow covered the entire city, Ji Yanjun wrote a letter and mailed it at the post office. Then he returned home, talked with Ji Yousheng for a while, and then talked with Liang Wenhua.
Liang Wenhua rolled her eyes at him: "I thought you'd never talk to me properly again in your life."
Ji Yanjun smiled and said, "You're my mother, how could I not talk to you? I just hope you're safe and healthy."
"Sons are still the best."
Ji Yanjun said, "Whether it's a daughter or a mother, even if Ningzhi gets married, don't treat her like an outsider. Treat her children like your own grandchildren."
“Grandsons and grandchildren are not the same,” Liang Wenhua said. “Grandsons are someone else’s grandchildren.”
Ji Yanjun said, "It's the same."
"no the same."
Ji Yanjun said nothing more, because of those words he made another trip to the bank. The next morning before going to work, he turned to Ji Ningzhi and said, "Ningzhi, you're doing well now."
Ji Ningzhi was taken aback: "Brother, what do you mean?"
Ji Yanjun said, "You are more likable now than before."
Ji Ningzhi smiled shyly and casually asked, "How does it compare to Wen Qing?"
"She is better."
Upon hearing this, Ji Ningzhi assumed that her brother had let go of Wen Qing, and she was very happy.
Ji Yanjun smiled and walked towards Fengqing Transportation. Not long after he arrived at the transportation company, Gangzi also arrived.
Ji Yanjun walked up to Gangzi and said, "Gangzi, I'm leaving."
"Let's go. There's snow on the road, so drive carefully. It's okay if the delivery is a little slower. It's a short trip and you're the only one going. You need to be safe. I'll call the customer and tell them."
“Okay.” Ji Yanjun took two steps and then turned back to say, “Gangzi, good brother, if Wen Liang and Wen Peng need anything, please help them out.”
"Bullshit! You're the one who has to say this."
Ji Yanjun smiled and said, "I'm leaving."
"Um."
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