Chapter 465 Neighbors from the Big City
The New Year is here, and every household in the community starts making paste to paste up couplets. The sound of firecrackers continues to ring out in the community. After a burst of white smoke, the smell of sulfur dioxide gradually fills the air.
Many people in this community don’t understand chemistry and don’t even know how to write the molecular formula of sulfur dioxide, but to them, perhaps this is the authentic flavor of the New Year.
At this time, the online New Year Festival has come to an end. The transaction volume of one branch in Shanghai alone exceeded 50 million, a height that Lashou and Nuomi have never reached.
Therefore, employees at each branch and headquarters received generous bonuses and went home happily to celebrate the New Year.
Jiang Qin specially conveyed his New Year greetings to everyone through the internal management system, and published a vision letter entitled "Carrying on the Past and Opening up the Future", hoping that everyone can be faster, higher and stronger next year.
"Jiang Qin, are you done yet? Come out and help your dad put up the Spring Festival couplets!"
"knew!"
"Remember to change that old coat. The new coat Nanshu bought for you can only be worn on the first day of the new year!"
"But I have more than a billion dollars in my hands. I just led nearly 2,000 employees to look into the future. Don't you know that wealthy bosses are always fickle?"
Jiang Qin grumbled, but still dug out an old coat he had worn in high school from his box and put it on, then opened the door and walked out.
At this time, Yuan Youqin was sitting in the living room, watching TV while rolling out the dumpling skins, while Feng Nanshu was responsible for wrapping them, her little hands were extremely nimble.
Ever since the little rich woman appeared in the family, Ms. Yuan has never complained about the trouble of making dumplings again. Sometimes she even feels unsatisfied and wants to make more.
Feng Nanshu also loved making dumplings with her and couldn't stop.
The two of them cooperated very well and even had time to chat about plots in some TV dramas. No one would believe that they were not real mother and daughter.
Jiang Qin stood at the door of the nanny's room, looking at the mother and daughter, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raise, and no one knew what he was happy about.
At this moment, Jiang Zhenghong handed over a basin of paste: "Take it, let's go and paste the words "Joy at the Gate" and "Spring in the Garden" first."
"Where do we have a yard?"
"You have to put it up even if you don't have it. Go put it up in front of the unit door. These are all matching and none of them can be missing."
Jiang Qin held the basin of paste and found that the rich young woman was looking at him, so he showed a ferocious expression.
Feng Nanshu looked at Yuan Youqin with a frightened face: "Auntie, Jiang Qin scared me."
"Jiang Qin, you're feeling full even though you haven't eaten yet?" Yuan Youqin waved the rolling pin in a pretentious manner.
Jiang Qinxin said, "Oh no, this little succubus knows that my mother is on her side, and she is getting better and better at complaining. Damn sister, is she bullying my family's younger brother?"
He pursed his lips, carried the basin of paste and went out, then went downstairs to wait for his late father. He walked downstairs while chatting about the international situation with his third uncle who lived upstairs, and then started to paste the Spring Festival couplets.
"The European and American debt crisis has hit the world."
"That's right. I heard that the US dollar exchange rate continues to fall, and the economy won't recover in a short time."
"But the anti-terrorist operation in Iraq has ended..."
“But the Israeli-Palestinian conflict is still going on.”
Jiang Qin listened to the two of them chattering and couldn't help but sigh: "Dad, you've ruined the whole garden."
Jiang Zhenghong was stunned for a moment: "You little brat, why didn't you say it earlier?"
"I'm afraid that if I interrupt you, it will cause international unrest, leading to another devaluation of the dollar, which will trigger the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and intensify the war in Iraq."
“…”
While they were talking, two women suddenly came to the door of the unit. The older one was probably in her forties, a mature woman, wearing a fur coat, with her face painted white and a pearl necklace around her neck. She looked like a noble lady.
The other one was very young, about twenty years old, with three earrings on her right ear. She wore a slanted skirt with black stockings, and was dressed very fashionably. She also had headphones hanging around her neck. She was simply a little fashionista.
Jiang Zhenghong looked at the more mature woman and was suddenly stunned: "Hey, Qiao Yun, are you coming back to celebrate the New Year this year?"
"Um."
The lady nodded calmly, revealing a very cold temperament, as if she didn't want to talk to him, and then she walked up the stairs.
Uncle San watched them disappear into the corridor and couldn't help showing a puzzled expression: "Brother Hong, which Qiao Yun is this? How come I don't know her?"
"Ding Qiaoyun from the Fifth Master's family married to Guangdong City when she was in her twenties. You were still young at that time, so you probably don't remember it. I heard that she became a wealthy lady and hasn't been back for a long time."
"Divorced. I heard from Xiaopeng that she was chased back."
The third uncle in a military coat came over and joined the conversation, and the topic naturally turned from the international situation to family matters.
Jiang Qin stood there for ten minutes wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket, and found that they had just started. He was completely confused, thinking that when men start gossiping, women really have nothing to do. I might as well go home and watch the rich lady make dumplings instead of standing here.
"Dad, I'm going to go back first. You guys should stop chatting and don't cause international unrest. We still have mopping work waiting for you at home!"
Uncle San immediately showed a surprised expression: "Brother Hong is still mopping the floor at home? I didn't expect that."
Jiang Zhenghong's face darkened: "Don't listen to his nonsense, I never mop the floor at home."
"Me too. Women do all the housework. Men work outside all year to earn money. Can't they take some time off during the New Year?"
Jiang Qin was so happy listening to the three old men bragging that he trotted upstairs.
Their home was on the fifth floor. When passing the third floor, he saw the "lady" who had just entered the unit walking out of the house, taking out a pile of cardboard boxes and some old small appliances.
Jiang Qin originally wanted to go around it, but then he heard the "lady" suddenly speak.
"Kid, do you want these paper shells? You can sell them for money."
"?"
Jiang Qin looked back, and then began to analyze the general character in his mind.
A woman with low emotional intelligence was driven back to her hometown after her divorce. She began to clean up her old house and tried to barely spend the New Year, but the house was full of garbage and she was lazy and didn't want to go downstairs. She thought that everyone in her hometown was a bunch of poor people who liked to pick up cardboard boxes as treasures and would definitely be able to help her get rid of them.
Wow, this person is quite nice, he is simply a living Bodhisattva.
"Aba Aba Aba..."
Jiang Qin measured with his hand, pointed at his ear, then waved his hand, put his hands in his pockets, and walked back home.
Dumb? Ding Qiaoyun was a little speechless, thinking that it was really unlucky during the Chinese New Year. Then she piled the garbage in the corridor, turned around and went back to the house to pack up.
At this time, Yuan Youqin had already started cooking dumplings, which was the first meal of the morning.
Feng Nanshu continued to make dumplings and watched Oriental TV's opening program of the year, "The Three Daughters of the Xia Family", looking intelligent and studious.
"What TV series is this? Why are you so engrossed in it?" Jiang Qin reached out, picked up some flour, and smeared it on her pretty face.
Feng Nanshu wiped it twice with the back of his hand, then looked up at him: "The three daughters of the Xia family told the story of three pairs of good friends."
"Fuck, why are these two good friends kissing?"
“That’s what good friends are like.”
"?"
Jiang Qin was stunned for a long time and couldn't find any words to refute, because his road had been exhausted and there was only a dead end in front of him.
At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. It was a text message from the courier informing him that the holiday would end at 12 o'clock and there was a stranded package that needed to be picked up.
Jiang Qin stood up, took the remote control and changed the movie "Journey to the West" for the little rich woman, then went downstairs with the car keys in his pocket.
The packages mailed over come from all over the country, including Shanghai, Shenzhen, Kyoto, as well as second- and third-tier cities covered by the business area. They contain local specialties, which are sent by branch stations as a token of appreciation.
Jiang Qin drove these things back to the community. As soon as he parked the car, he saw the lady named Qiao Yun from the third floor coming down, holding a pile of cardboard boxes to throw away the garbage.
When she saw an Audi A6 driving into the community, the lady couldn't help but look a little surprised, and then stared at it for a long time, as if she wanted to know whose car it was.
Jiang Qin didn't hesitate at all. He pushed the door and got out of the car. He walked past her without even looking at her, went upstairs with his hands in his pockets, and ignored her.
Put the things in the car first, so they won't go bad even in the winter. After lunch, he plans to ask Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan to play the game of moving boxes.
At this time, the lady was standing in front of the trash can, watching Jiang Qin go upstairs, her mind a little fuzzy.
[Child, do you want these paper shells? You can sell them for money.]
She thought of what she had just said and fell into silence. Then she coughed and felt a little embarrassed.
It turned out that he drove an Audi. How could such a person want her broken boxes?
By noon, every household in Hongrong Home had started cooking dumplings, some were stewing mutton, and some were stewing pork. The whole community was filled with the aroma.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise between the third and fifth floors of Building 1, Unit 7.
"Mom, I'm not going. If you want to go, go by yourself!"
"Cao Ran, don't be so mad at me. Did you see that kid just now? He drove back in an Audi. It's not easy to afford an Audi in Jeju!"
The fashionable girl showed a hint of annoyance: "What does it have to do with me whether you can afford an Audi or not?"
Ding Qiaoyun reached out and took off the headphones from her neck: "Your father, that bastard, transferred all the property during the marriage. I don't have a job, how can I support you?"
“There’s no job to find.”
"Do you think it's easy to find a job? I don't know how to do anything. I don't want to work in a factory. Let's find someone who has connections. Maybe we can find an opportunity."
Cao Ran couldn't help but turn his head away: "What a hell of a place this is. People here are so unfashionable. Look at the down jacket that boy is wearing. Isn't it a style from three years ago?"
Ding Qiaoyun took a deep breath and said, "I know that Ran'er is a young lady from a first-tier city and looks down on people from the village, but for the sake of our future life, can you please stop being so irritable? Let's go over and sit down and get to know each other."
"Then give me 500 yuan. I want to go out and play in the afternoon."
Ding Qiaoyun had no choice but to agree to his request, and then he took her to the door of Jiang Qin's house.
It was Jiang Qin who opened the door. After all, the family seat was there. However, he did not expect that the person standing at the door was the woman from the third floor.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"You...you can speak?" Ding Qiaoyun was shocked.
Jiang Qin was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "When I am speechless, I like to pretend to be dumb."
Ding Qiaoyun smiled awkwardly, thinking that the other person had an Audi at home, but she had to give him those rotten cardboard boxes and acted like she was giving alms. How speechless!
However, this also indirectly proves that this family does have some background. Although the young man in front of him is not very old, he doesn't speak in a childish way at all.
"Jiang Qin, who's here?"
"I don't know either."
Jiang Zhenghong came over after hearing this and said, "Oh, Qiaoyun, how could you not know this? You have to call me aunt."
Ding Qiaoyun smiled slightly: "Brother Hong, I have been away from home for too long. I didn't recognize you when I was downstairs just now."
"Normal. The last time we met was several years ago. Come on, come on, have a seat at home. Is this your daughter?"
"Yes, my daughter's name is Cao Ran."
Ding Qiaoyun looked back at her daughter, knowing that she had been raised in wealth since she was a child. The princess had a very bad temper and looked down on people from small places, so she could only hope that she would live a safe and stable life.
But Cao Ranzhen did not let her down. He followed her into the house without even calling anyone and looked around their small house, vividly demonstrating what prejudice and arrogance were.
"This child has never been back home since she was a child. She is used to living in the big city. At that time, my family made a fortune doing business in Yuecheng. We spoiled her so much that she didn't know any manners. She was like a princess with princess syndrome."
"?"
As they were talking, Feng Nanshu came out holding a teacup. She glanced at them, and a look of extreme coldness flashed across her beautiful face.
When she saw her, Ding Qiaoyun was suddenly stunned, then looked back, a little confused.
What's going on? My daughter Cao Ran is a girl from a big city, she has lived a comfortable life since she was a child, why is it that in front of this girl, my daughter looks more like someone from the countryside?
Cao Ran was also stunned at this time. Looking at the girl in front of her who was about the same age as her, she felt a strong sense of oppression, especially her temperament, which made her unable to raise her head. She no longer had the confidence she had just now.
"Little rich lady, do you have princess syndrome?"
"I have good friend brain."
"There are no pretty ones, but those with average looks seem to have princess syndrome. It's strange..."
Jiang Qin pretended to talk to himself, which made Ding Qiaoyun feel awkward and also made Cao Ran's face instantly embarrassed.
At the same time, Yuan Youqin walked out of the kitchen, first glanced at Ding Qiaoyun, then glanced at Jiang Zhenghong, with a confused expression.
"Who is it?"
"Qiao Yun, the eldest daughter of the Fifth Master family, just came back today."
Yuan Youqin said "oh" and pretended to know them, then invited Ding Qiaoyun and her daughter to the living room to chat about family matters for a while.
The basic routine is to reminisce about the past, build relationships, talk about changes, and finally start inquiring about the background.
When Ding Qiaoyun heard that Jiang Zhenghong was just a minor clerk in the Health Bureau and Yuan Youqin worked in a guesthouse and was not even a formal employee, her face changed immediately, her tone of voice became colder, and her expression was not as familiar as before.
She wanted to find a job in Jeju that was close to home, paid well, and didn't require much work, but her family obviously couldn't help her.
On second thought, Audi is actually not that expensive, and a used one is even cheaper.
Yuan Youqin also realized that this man was not a serious person at all, so he just drank his tea silently and didn't say anything more.
At this time, Jiang Qin was standing in the kitchen. He secretly made a dumpling and fed it to Feng Nanshu, then made one for himself, then put on his coat and prepared to take the little rich woman out.
"Mom, let's go to the little rich lady's place to put up the couplets."
"Go ahead, come back quickly, don't delay your meal!"
"knew."
Ding Qiaoyun also stood up at this time and pulled her fur a little: "Ran Ran, let's go too. There is no food at home yet. We have to go out and buy some. Don't wait until the supermarket closes."
Cao Ran hummed arrogantly, stood up and followed Ding Qiaoyun out of Jiang Qin's house.
Girls all like to compare with each other, especially when it comes to appearance, which can be called a war without the smoke of gunpowder. So when Cao Ran saw Feng Nanshu, she always felt a lack of confidence and didn't want to stay there for even a second.
But this did not make her feel inferior. She felt that the girl was from a small city after all. No matter how pretty she was, it was useless. She had definitely not seen as much of the world as a girl from a big city like her.
The mother and daughter regained their dignity, went downstairs with their heads held high, and planned to go to the supermarket to buy some dumpling fillings and dumpling skins to celebrate the New Year.
As soon as they went out, they ran into Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu who had come downstairs earlier.
Two people were standing at the intersection holding hands, chatting about friends or something, one had a serious expression, the other looked a little silly.
Ding Qiaoyun and Cao Ran didn't pay much attention to it at first and turned to leave, but before they could move their eyes away, they were suddenly attracted by a bright golden color.
At this time, a Rolls-Royce drove up the road and slowly stopped in front of them. The mother and daughter were stunned for a moment, and then they saw a driver wearing white gloves get out of the car and reach out to open the rear door.
"Miss, Master Jiang, please get in the car."
"Uncle Gong, I've already told you, I can drive there myself, it's not far."
"No, Master. I'm the young lady's full-time driver, but I haven't even driven ten kilometers this year. I wake up in a villa of several hundred square meters every day, and I feel uneasy even when reading novels about the son-in-law."
"Uncle Gong, you are too honest. I would feel uneasy if I didn't pick up money on the street every day."
“…”
Ding Qiaoyun and Cao Ran were not far away, so they could hear their conversation clearly.
The eldest lady, Young Master Jiang, a full-time driver, a villa of several hundred square meters… the appearance of each word made their bodies stiffen a little, and finally their heads buzzed.
Soon, Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu got into the car and drove slowly along the street.
At this time, their license plate number was also revealed, which read "沪", followed by 6 and 8.
[What's the point of a girl from a small city being pretty? She has definitely not seen as much as I have.]
The fashionable big city girl thought of the words she had just used to comfort herself, and suddenly felt exasperated. She put on her headphones and turned to leave, not caring about her mother yelling at her from behind. She just picked a random direction and left.
(5,000 words for a monthly ticket, I'm going to sleep first)
(End of this chapter)
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