Zhao Xiaohai rode a motorcycle and took Zhang Lei, Qi Wu and Li Qiang to different bus stops one by one.
We agreed to meet again in 3 days.
Act normally during this period.
Then he rode his motorcycle to the city and went to the farmers' market to buy a lot of pork, chicken and other ingredients.
Since the Zheng family is here, we must treat them well.
When I returned to the convenience store, less than an hour had passed since I left.
When I entered the door, the Zheng family was no longer noisy, but chatting and laughing.
Seeing Zhao Xiaohai coming in with a lot of things, Zheng Xiaoxue hurried over to take them.
Seeing the full box of things, Zheng Xiaoxue felt her face light up and her words were full of tenderness.
"You take a rest first. I'll go cook dinner and have a couple of drinks with my dad and brother tonight."
After saying that, he went to the kitchen with Zheng's mother to cook.
When Zheng's father saw Zhao Xiaohai, he also began to explain.
"I have no objection to you and Xiaoxue being together. What I'm most worried about is Xiaoxue's brother Lixia. Now that they've found a place to stay, I'm relieved. Do your parents know Xiaoxue?"
"I haven't told my parents yet. I was planning to take Xiaoxue home to visit my parents during the Spring Festival, but I haven't had time yet," said Zhao Xiaohai.
"Don't be in a hurry. Let's cultivate our relationship with Xiaoxue."
"You're both not young anymore, so get things done sooner so you can feel at ease. I heard from Xiaoxue that you bought this yard, so you need to fix up the house, at least the rooms where you live."
What Zheng's father said at this time made sense. He had wanted to build a building for a long time, but had always been short of funds. Now that he had made a fortune, he not only had money to buy land and build a factory, but he could also build a house.
No matter how hard it is, you can't make yourself suffer, right?
"You are right. I plan to build a house and start my official business once it is completed," said Zhao Xiaohai.
Zheng's father's smile became even wider, and he kept praising Zhao Xiaohai for his ability, saying that Xiaoxue had not chosen the wrong person.
There was really nothing to talk about with Zheng's father, so Zhao Xiaohai said hello and said he had to be busy.
He came to the room that served as the warehouse, closed the door, and began to check his spoils.
There is no need to count money anymore, the system’s built-in wallet function is more accurate than counting money yourself.
Release the bag from the space.
When I opened the bag, I saw stacks of 10-yuan bills.
He placed his hand on the banknotes.
Recite silently and absorb.
All the banknotes were absorbed in an instant.
Zhao Xiaohai looked at the number displayed on the system wallet.
I couldn't help but smile.
An extra 252,000 yuan.
Bring your depleted funds to a new level.
It was also the first time that it reached six figures.
20 acres of land costs 160,000 yuan, and building a two-story house will cost almost 20,000 yuan.
I want to buy a shop on Datong Road in the city center, and also buy a shop in the Zhongyuan Farmers’ Market which is about to open.
This does not include the factory equipment, construction costs, and the wages of the reserved workers, etc.
There is still not enough money to spend.
It would be great if I could make a few hundred thousand in windfall.
Of course, opportunities are hard to come by.
While silently thinking about his own things, he put the empty bag into the space.
This bag cannot be exposed. It is best to find an opportunity to throw it away while you are away to avoid trouble.
Zheng Xiaoxue called for dinner.
Zhao Xiaohai came to the main room and saw the table was already full of food.
Large chunks of braised pork belly.
A soup made from a whole chicken.
Several stir-fried meat dishes.
There is also a big carp in the Yellow River.
Zheng Xiaoxue seemed to have regained her vitality and kept talking while eating.
Introducing my parents and telling Zhao Xiaohai's glorious story...
Zhao Xiaohai felt a little ashamed after hearing this.
Or I'm not thick-skinned enough.
Zheng's mother, on the other hand, was delighted to hear this and kept asking Zheng Xiaoxue this and that.
After dinner, Zheng's father and Zheng Lixia drank a little too much.
Zhao Xiaohai rode a motorcycle and took the Zheng family to book two rooms.
Settle down and go home.
Zheng Xiaoxue's face showed a strange light of excitement, and she suddenly said that she wanted to drink.
"Didn't you just drink it?" Zhao Xiaohai said.
"White wine is too spicy, I want to drink beer." Zheng Xiaoxue said.
A bottle of beer.
Zhao Xiaohai asked her if she could do it, and she showed an expression of being afraid of each other again. The two of them drank a few glasses of beer one after another. Her little face was as red as a crabapple, and she began to speak without restraint.
"I like this place more and more now. It feels like a paradise." Zheng Xiaoxue said with a smile.
"There's not even a house built yet, just two rooms. How can there be such a messy paradise?"
"Maybe not for you, but it's enough for me. Really, if you don't have a home, you'll understand how I feel. Come on and do it!"
So they drank another glass. Zhao Xiaohai didn't say anything, but just poured the wine quietly. When he looked up at her, he met her hazy eyes. Her eyes were so beautiful!
"Hey, Boss Dahai, you're really good-looking."
"Have you had too much to drink?"
"No, I'm telling the truth. I like you."
Zhao Xiaohai's heart began to beat restlessly.
Her eyes were blurred and her tone was vague. She looked at Zhao Xiaohai as if other men were looking at her. It turned out that girls could also have promiscuous sex after drinking too much.
"Boss Dahai, let's...let's...ah!" Zheng Xiaoxue burped, "Let's do that."
These words made Zhao Xiaohai's already uneasy heart beat even faster.
"That's a good idea, what does that mean?"
She smiled, and the smile was a little lewd, no, very lewd.
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