Jin Haiwen also meant this. He was worried about leaving Mr. Zhou alone. No matter where he went, he just wanted to bring Mr. Zhou back. "Let me think about how to convince him."
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"Fortunately, this trip wasn't in vain. I took some of Mr. Zhou's wife's belongings, including work notes and a diary. I looked through them on the way back. Although I didn't record the dates every day, I did record them every once in a while."
Jin Haiwen hurried over and wanted to open it, but after thinking it over, he decided not to: "This is my master's wife's relic, I won't open it."
Zhang Xingrong knew that his uncle was a man of principle, so she didn't force him. "Uncle Zhou is very stubborn. If we give him the diary, he might become even more stubborn and blame himself. Why don't we just threaten him?"
In extraordinary times, extraordinary means must be used. First, trick the person back and go back to deal with it slowly.
Anyway, my uncle is here, so what else can I do?
If people were here, it would be much more difficult to deal with. How can we control them if we can’t see or touch them?
Jin Haiwen quickly understood what Zhang Xingrong meant and hesitated for a moment: "Is this okay?"
He couldn't bear to threaten Mr. Zhou, after all, he was an old man. And with his personality, he really couldn't threaten his own people. They weren't enemies, so how could he threaten them?
"Leave this matter to me, don't worry about it!" Zhang Xingrong took the things and got up to look for someone.
Elder Zhou was reading in his hospital bed. When he saw Zhang Xingrong come in, he raised his eyelids and glanced at her, but said nothing. He knew what Zhang Xingrong was going to say, but he didn't want to leave. However, he wanted to persuade Zhang Xingrong to take Jin Haiwen back. If someone is here, it will only delay important matters. What's the point of staying?
So after thinking about it, he put down the book.
"You haven't spoken to my uncle for several days, right?" Zhang Xingrong looked at the person on the hospital bed with amusement. He did not look in a good mood.
Mr. Zhou felt like the little girl was teasing him, as if he was still so childish despite his age. He felt somewhat embarrassed, but he couldn't admit his mistake. He stiffened his neck and said, "Now that you know, why don't you take him back? Why don't you go back to school? Staying here is a waste of time! And your uncle, he has to go back to work. Hurry and go back, don't stay here and get in the way!"
"You tell him this yourself, don't tell me." Zhang Xingrong retorted.
“…” Old Zhou glared at him. He had said so many unpleasant things before, and seeing the man in pain, he didn’t dare to say anything more.
If he said these words again, the boy's eyes would probably turn red. How could he say them?
Zhang Xingrong took out the date and said, "I went to Jinshi."
Mr. Zhou paused immediately, obviously not expecting this to happen.
"I got your wife's belongings. They include her work notes and a diary." Zhang Xingrong took out the wooden box and flipped through it. "They're all in good condition."
When Mr. Zhou saw this, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief: "These... these things are still there? That beast said they were burned!"
"Yes, I went to the Audit Family Compound in Jinshi to get it myself." Zhang Xingrong said. It seems that Mr. Zhou wanted to take the relics before, but his son said they were burned?
It seems these things are still very important to the old man, that's good. It's much easier to deal with something you care about, which is better than just wanting to die.
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