Chapter 481 Sending Flowers

Zhu Qingle hummed in response, remembering that Xia Zhizhi said she would treat them to a meal in two days before she left, and pestered his brother to ask, "Brother, Miss Xia said she would treat us to a meal, will she really do that? When will it be?"

"I don't know, he just said it casually. Don't think about it and just look at the road." How could Zhu Qingan know this?

"There's no reason for her to lie to us?" Zhu Qingle couldn't help but mutter, "We're both broke, there's nothing to lie to."

Zhu Qingan interrupted him with a headache: "You also know that we are both penniless and have nothing. How could they like us and invite us to dinner? They just gave you a red envelope out of kindness and said it casually. Don't make trouble for yourself."

Zhu Qingle disagreed: "Maybe we have advantages that we don't know about. I don't know what Miss Xia's family does. Hey, brother, you said Miss Xia is such a good person, is it possible to arrange a job for me? Then I will become a white-collar worker, maybe I can even work in an office. I will definitely work hard..."

Zhu Qing'an simply kept silent and let his younger brother talk.

Zhu Qing'an is definitely better than his younger brother in terms of hard work and perseverance.

But in terms of cleverness, he is not as smart as his brother.

Even if someone is higher in rank than him or richer than him, he is still just a human being.

Everyone has good and bad moods, and rich people also have people they like and people they don't like.

When people are in a good mood and meet someone they like, most of them will be generous in giving to the other person without affecting their own help.

To those in a higher position, this is just a trivial act.

But for ordinary people, this is the noble person they meet when they are in good luck.

If this person was smart enough to seize this opportunity, he could have saved 20 years of struggle and even gained more than that.

Because 20 years of normal struggle cannot change the class, but good opportunities can.

Zhu Qing'an was quite old when he smuggled in, and his personality had already been formed. To put it nicely, he was quite honest, but in fact, he was dull-witted and didn't know how to take shortcuts.

In this regard, Zhu Qingle is a little better than him.

Because of the head injury, Zhu Qingle was forced by his brother to rest at home for two days. Every day after his brother came home from get off work, he would ask, "Brother, did you see Miss Xia today?"

The answers were all negative.

Zhu Qingle didn't feel disappointed, because rich people are very busy. They have a lot of things to do and it is impossible for them to go to nightclubs every day.

But rich people always go to nightclubs.

Zhu Qingle thought about it for a long time and felt that he could go and stake out the situation.

He devised a fairly thorough plan.

First, I bought myself a new set of clothes that fit me well, just a simple white shirt and jeans. There was no other meaning, it was just that the price was relatively cheap. I also went to get a haircut to have the 37-point bob that was popular at the time.

He looks okay, a fair-skinned and clean boy. Once he is dressed up, even with a gauze on his forehead, he looks quite refreshing and is the type that attracts people's attention.

After tidying himself up, he ran to the door of the nightclub where his brother worked and waited there.

Seeing a flower seller on the street, he looked at his empty hands, went up to ask the price, then turned and left.

He could afford to buy a bouquet of flowers if he gritted his teeth, but the problem was that he couldn't be sure that he would meet the person today. If he didn't meet the person today, the bouquet might wither, and he couldn't bear to do that.

But it is indeed a bit inappropriate to go empty-handed.

Zhu Qingle went to the flower market and carefully selected a pot of half-opened daffodils.

The daffodil comes in a small pot and you won’t feel tired holding it. It has a good meaning here, and is said to be a house full of gold and jade. The flowering period is also relatively long, about a month. Most importantly, the price is not particularly expensive, and it looks very elegant.

Zhu Qingle held a bottle of Narcissus and waited at the door of the nightclub where his brother worked for three or four days, and finally waited for Xia Zhizhi, who was late for his affair.

A small incident happened in their Zhizhi Church these days.

The Governor's wife discovered that her husband seemed to have joined a cult. As a devout Catholic, she could not bear the truth and sought out various priests to exorcise her husband.

Under the arrangement of his wife, various priests and bishops took turns to wrestle with the governor.

The dog's brain was about to be messed up, of course, in the end the governor was the winner and successfully brainwashed his own wife.

Downline +1.

This matter didn't need to be so troublesome. As long as Xia Zhizhi was willing to cooperate, it would be no problem to capture the governor's wife, but she liked to watch the couple quarrel.

She listened to gossip every day just like following a TV drama, and felt a little sorry when she saw that the Governor's wife successfully converted to Christianity.

The series ended, and she had nothing else to do after dinner, so she went to a nightclub.

Holding Ah Ju's hand, I just got off the car and saw a man rushing towards me holding a pot of flowers.

Xia Zhizhi didn't even look at what he looked like and thought he was a flower seller. She was about to ask Ah Ju to buy it when she heard the man speak in a slightly excited voice in not very standard Cantonese: "Hello, Miss Xia!"

Only then did Xia Zhizhi give him a straight look.

She stared at the person for two or three seconds and recognized him: "Oh, it's you. Is the wound better?"

"It's fine now. Thank you Miss Xia for your concern." Several days had passed and the wound didn't need to be wrapped with gauze because it had already scabbed over. The strands of hair on his forehead covered the wound, so if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it.

"That's good." Xia Zhizhi nodded and said nothing more.

Song Qingle held the pot of daffodils in his hands, facing Xia Zhizhi's understanding gaze, and spoke with a stiff face: "I, thank you Miss Xia for the red envelope that day. Since I came to Hong Kong, you are the first person besides my brother to wish me a happy birthday and gave me a red envelope. I was not in a clear mind at that time and did not say thank you to you, so, so, these flowers are for Miss Xia, thank you..."

Song Qingle's voice became lower and lower.

He had already been on the lookout, so he must have thought about what he was going to say after the meeting and had also made a draft.

But drafting is one thing, and getting started seriously is another.

But his performance was a complete mess, his words didn't make sense, and he was young and not thick-skinned enough, so he felt embarrassed.

At his age, with his hesitant look and shy evasive eyes, he is like an innocent little white flower.

Xia Zhizhi asked Ah Ju to take the pot of daffodils: "The flowers are beautiful, I like them very much. I said last time that I would treat you to a meal. Although it's not dinner time now, we just happened to meet, so why don't you give me a favor and have a drink together?"

Xia Zhizhi didn't really like this flower, nor did she really think that this child was pure and innocent.

These are not important. As the person being flattered, as long as she knows that the other person is seriously trying to please her and she doesn't mind this person, she will be really pleased.