Chapter 88 Why did Lao Xiao want to go out to develop?
About a mile from Chairman Song's house, my brother-in-law said, "Stop, I'll drive."
I waved my hand: "This little bit of wine is nothing."
“Stop!”
For the first time, I realized that my brother-in-law, who was always gentle, could also be quite scary when he raised his eyebrows.
We changed seats. He said to me while driving, "You drank too much today, you know that?"
I said with a smile, "I can handle it. I want to be the secretary general. The president is toasting me, Teacher Chen is toasting me, it would be too polite not to drink."
My brother-in-law was silent for a long time, then he sighed, "But he has to drink. I've eaten at their house many times, and he doesn't usually drink much, but today he's really happy. Wan Shanhong, can't you see? They really like you."
I'm like everyone else. Even though I heard it clearly, I still deliberately ask back, "No? I didn't see that."
"Not yet, you're a pig. The president was also tipsy, and he even offered to drink with you. Secondly, he refused to accept the red envelope you gave him. Teacher Chen personally served you food. You're already enjoying something beyond the ordinary."
After being exposed by my brother-in-law, I sobered up a bit and said, "So, upstairs, I made him, an atheist, believe in fortune-telling?"
"By the way, I've always wanted to ask why you two chatted for so long upstairs."
I smiled, raised my eyebrows, and said, "After entering, I looked at a painting. I started with the inscription, and without giving President Song any face, I directly pointed out that his inscription was a paraphrase of Qi Baishi's. That's not all, I also pointed out that Qi Baishi was just a 'second passer'. He was quoting Zheng Banqiao..."
My brother-in-law interjected, "Boss Su from the gold shop next door is also a 'setter'."
I thought my brother-in-law was talking about Boss Su being able to play volleyball, so I retorted:
"You're so fat, can you be a 'setter'?"
My brother-in-law smiled slyly. After a long pause, he said, "Boss Su headed the ball my mother-in-law sent him and passed it to his rival. He performed his role as the 'setter' brilliantly."
I laughed out loud when I heard this: "Your dry humor is so cold."
My brother-in-law asked, "What else was said upstairs?"
I carefully introduced the minutes of our "sixth day conversation" upstairs.
My brother-in-law appreciated my interpretation of the word "愚" (foolishness) and said, "Shanhong, your interpretation of '愚' as 'more stubborn than others' is very good and more accurate than the Xinhua Dictionary."
"Ah? Do you still remember how the Xinhua Dictionary explains it?"
"Don't be surprised. Others, when writing calligraphy, just keep copying the calligraphy of Wang Xizhi and Ouyang Xun. When they feel their writing is somewhat similar to that of Wang Xizhi or Ouyang Xun, they think they are calligraphers. I am different. I first look up the dictionary to understand the meaning of the word before copying it.
For example, "stupid." The dictionary definition of "愚" (foolish) means foolish or dumb. "笨" (idiotic) also means stupid or dumb. Actually, your understanding is correct. "愚" (foolish) means stubborn and single-minded. "Stupid" (idiotic) is more likely to mean intellectually challenged.
I clapped my hands and said, "Indeed. Write a letter to the Xinhua Dictionary Editorial Committee."
He shook his head: "I don't want to write."
"Why?"
"The editorial committee invited experts from all over to hold a meeting to study the issue. A large number of experts from Shanghai, Hunan, Shaanxi, and Hainan gathered in Beijing. After much deliberation, the final conclusion was: there are no errors, so no changes will be made. The airfare, accommodation, and meals were a huge waste of the country's money."
"Hahaha, you're getting more and more humorous now." After I said this, my phone rang. It was Lao Xiao, asking if I would be home that evening. He wanted to come and celebrate the New Year.
I said, "Try to get up early, at nine o'clock, because I want to go to Youranju.
He said on the phone, OK, come on time at seven o'clock.
After a while, Shao Youxiang called and said he would come over and have a chat in the evening.
I asked, “When are you coming over?”
He said, “Is eight o’clock okay?”
I said, "Okay."
My brother-in-law said, "Look, you're still a prospective Secretary-General, and you're even busier than the Secretary-General of the United Nations."
We chatted and laughed all the way and got home in half an hour.
In the afternoon, I went to Shige's house to celebrate the New Year. He gave me a big bag of braised pork. After I brought it back, my mother said, "Oh, Shanhong, someone gave me something again."
I saw a hint of displeasure flash across my sister's face.
After dinner, my mother pointed to the braised meat, bacon, and cured fish on the table and said:
"Back home, I usually have relatives and friends who send me gifts. But here, I don't have any relatives, so I rely on friends like Shanhong to send me gifts. Actually, there is also human touch in the city."
I can swear that what my mother said was 200% from the heart.
But my sister's face was filled with gloom. From what she heard, my mother was making indirect accusations and was being unfair to her. Because, as the head of the company, she not only had no one to send gifts to, but she also had to carry large and small bags to give to others.
I said to my mother, "It's not good to eat too much of these things. You should eat more vegetables. These are what my sister and brother-in-law planted during their free time."
This sentence finally saved my sister's face. She took the opportunity to say:
"Mom, today's high blood lipids, high blood pressure, and diabetes are all caused by eating too much meat and fish. Eat more vegetables to stay healthy and live longer."
My brother-in-law asked me, "You're still eating and chatting. Isn't someone looking for you?"
My father came out in time to stop a possible conflict between the Queen and the female entrepreneur, and stared at me:
"Shanhong, don't talk when you sleep, don't talk when you eat. Just eat when you eat."
"Yes, sir!" I quickened my pace and was the first to leave the discussion room.
After sitting in the night talk room for a while, Lao Xiao arrived and brought chicken, fish, and a few turtles.
After we sat down, he said the turtle was a gift from Lin Wuyue. Lin Wuyue had been in charge of some of the demolition work and had made some money, so he was especially grateful to me.
I smiled and said, "Then please thank Lao Lin for me."
Lao Xiao said, "I want to go out and give it a try."
My master once said that Lao Xiao's teahouse could do good business for seven or eight years, so why would he leave? I put down the teacup I was holding and looked at him questioningly:
"Is the teahouse business not doing well?"
"Very good. Two reasons. First, it's my wife. You've met her, and she's capable of handling things on her own. She can handle it all by herself. Second, it was invited by a friend of mine."
I am more concerned about Lao Xiao and asked him what kind of friend he is and what kind of business he is doing.
Lao Xiao smiled and said, "There's a story behind this. Before the Chinese New Year, a guest came to the teahouse for tea. He blamed the waiter for a small matter. The waiter came to me crying, and when I walked in, I found out he was from another place."
"The locals have writing on their faces?"
"No, I didn't express myself clearly. He spoke in a plastic Mandarin accent that I was very familiar with. I've mentioned before that I stole a password lockbox on the Beijing-Guangzhou line. The roadside friend who picked up the lockbox in Yueyang had the same accent as the customer.
Hearing this familiar voice, I quickly asked, "Friend, do you know Chen Yousheng?" Because Chen Yousheng is also a celebrity in his hometown.
The guest looked at me, looked me up and down, and then nodded.
I said, since you know him, we were close friends, but I lost contact after I went to jail."
I laughed heartily. "Lao Xiao, Lao Xiao, you've been around gangs before, and I deliberately took you out to jail. The other party should be afraid of you."
Old Xiao laughed and said, "Indeed, he was afraid that a 'fake desperado' like me would take action. He stood up, bowed, and said, 'Brother, let's talk it over. Don't do anything. Chen Yousheng and I are from the same village. We are not friends, but we are acquaintances..."
Through Lao Xiao's vivid narration, I understood the situation. His former gangster buddy, Chen Yousheng, had become a wealthy man. Then, Lao Xiao contacted Chen Yousheng through the number provided by the client. Chen Yousheng invited Lao Xiao to return to the underworld.
"What are you going to do?"
"Bai Temple."
I said, "Wait a minute, I need to go to the bathroom."
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