On the sixth day of the Chinese New Year, Zhong Yue rolled the painting into a newspaper, put it in a cardboard tube in a leather box, changed into a long tweed coat, and sighed: "It seems that it won't come..."

Li Qiancheng turned the car around and opened the door for Zhong Yue, "Mr. Zhong, are we going directly?"

“Go to the supermarket.”

"Supermarket?" Li Qiancheng asked.

Zhong Yue sat in the car, "Yes, is there any problem?"

"Oh, no."

As the car drove out of Xiaohe Mountain, Zhong Yue seemed very calm. Li Qiancheng looked at Zhong Yue looking out of the car window from the rearview mirror, and turned the music in the car a little smaller, and asked, "Mr. Zhong, are you planning to meet that Huimo Master to fight?"

"Um?"

"Oh, there's nothing else. I just want to confirm that this matter is quite a bit." Li Qiancheng tightened his hand holding the steering wheel. If Ouyang Guoqing came here, Li Qiancheng wouldn't ask any questions, but this mysterious Mr. Zhong was too young. He was the confidant who was transferred from Ouyang International and sent to Huizhou to shoulder heavy responsibilities. If he was messed up by Mr. Zhong and lost his brand, then his job would be over.

Zhong Yue glanced at the message on his phone and said, "Go to the supermarket first."

...

Cao Morong is already the oldest generation of the Cao family. His father was the famous ink-making masters here. They have been all the ancestors. In that golden age, he followed his father to Shanghai, where every inch of land was valuable. At that time, he could only say that he was a workshop.

At that time, a saying was circulating: I would rather have a bed in Puxi than a room in Pudong. Those who live in Pudong are all outside to make a living, all kinds of people, all kinds of people, all kinds of people, and mixed with fish and dragons. In such a difficult and extraordinary era, the Cao family's ink industry stood out, but now the hometown feeling is even more timid. Cao Morong can't recognize the appearance of Z County at all.

"This place turned out to be a big bell tower, but now it's gone."

"Don't look at the old ink factory so big, at the time, Hu Wen opened a few tiled houses..."

With his childhood memories, Cao Morong told Cao Xilan about the old events in the ancient city.

"Wait a minute." Cao Xilan suddenly straightened his waist, and he looked listless, and immediately became serious.

Cao Morong looked at Changsun like this and asked, "What?"

Cao Xilan helped out with Bluetooth headphones, "Is that right?"

After the news, he turned around and said, "Grandpa, sure enough, the person named Zhong is back, and he followed him and was running towards the city."

Cao Morong smiled and said, "Xilan, I have said it a long time ago. You are not so experienced enough. One Zhong Yue will make you unable to do anything. This time my grandfather brought you to Huizhou to teach you how to play a big game of chess."

Cao Xilan said with understanding: "Follow his every move closely, remember that the vehicles with the stern must be changed constantly."

Cao Morong said: "I will go to meet a few old friends from the old Mo Factory later. I don't know that after so many years, I still can't remember my face."

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Zhong Yue went to the supermarket and bought a few boxes of New Year's goods, so he asked Li Qiancheng, the manager, to be a driver before he even went to work. Seeing Zhong Yue prepare gifts like this, Li Qiancheng, driving the car, said: "Mr. Zhong, if you meet a big man, these gifts may be light."

"Is this lighter? It's more than four thousand." Zhong Yue asked in surprise. According to Gu Qin's suggestion, this set of imported cosmetics and this set of red wine is more than three thousand. Now that Zhong Yue's waist is fat, he dares to be so generous. If it were the past... Haha, you're crazy. Isn't it all a box of oranges or a box of cakes all solved by giving gifts during the New Year? Even an important friend, at most one cigarette or wine.

Li Qiancheng said: "A famous ink maker, this casual ink is tens of thousands. Your gift...why should I contact Vice President Ouyang?"

Zhong Yue was stunned, "A famous ink makers? I saw a ghost. Who said I was going to meet a famous ink makers?"

Li Qiancheng asked stammeredly: "It's hard... are you going to contact the leaders of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles in Huizhou?"

"Haha, Manager Li, it's a holiday now, why are you going to meet them? I'll meet my future father-in-law."

“…”

Li Qiancheng was so angry that he finally understood how angry the people who studied with the prince in the past were. They couldn't beat him or scold him. You said that the city gate tower was talking to you about the axes of the hips.

When the car arrived in the high-end villa community in Huizhou city, it was necessary to allow the owner to drive in. After Zhong Yue and Gu Qin talked, the community security guard asked Li Qiancheng to drive the car into the community after receiving the order from the walkie-talkie.

"Manager Li, if you have something to do, go back first."

"See you again, Mr. Zhong."

Seeing Zhong Yue as he was so calm and in the mood to meet his future father-in-law, Li Qiancheng felt that he had heard rumors in the company that Mr. Zhong had great methods, so he might have spread rumors. If this young man hadn't given birth to...what wouldn't be right, his surname would be Zhong.

Zhong Yue finally arrived in the Gu family villa with New Year's goods. Although it was a community, it was a unique family and a yard. Such villa-type communities did not have many apartments in Huizhou city. Each one cost seven or eight million yuan, and some cost tens of millions.

Dingdong!

Zhong Yue put the gift into one hand and rang the doorbell.

"Hello, Aunt Qin."

The man who opened the door smiled, "It's Mr. Zhong, I'm wrong. I'm the nanny of the Gu family."

Gu Qin came over and heard that Zhong Yue had made a fool of himself before he even entered the door, so he came over to pull him, brought him slippers, and said, "Why did it take so long?"

"Isn't this a gift?"

"My parents, this is Zhong Yue."

Zhong Yue looked at Gu Tianhao and his wife who were standing up from the sofa and greeted, "Hello Uncle Gu, Aunt Qin."

If you are used to seeing the village women in the fields, Zhong Yue will look at Qin Wanrong again. It is true that money determines life. Life determines taste, taste determines temperament. Those who have been squeezed into specimens of life, and talking about money like clouds, is simply nonsense.

"Qin Qin has been talking about you for a long time, but he has praised you to heaven."

"Auntie, this is a little gift for you and uncle."

Qin Wanrong smiled politely and said, "Why are you doing so polite?"

Huang Ma, who had poured tea for Zhong Yue, took away the gift she sent. Gu Tianhao, who had not spoken, looked at Zhong Yue's appearance, and recalled the time when he met his father-in-law. Even though his family was wealthy, when he saw his father-in-law with a serious face, he said he was not nervous, but he was still very panicked. Why do you think this kid is like going back to his own home? It's okay twice or three times, but now... it's not suitable.

"Cough cough" Gu Tianhao, as the head of the family, coughed twice.

Qin Wanrong smiled and said, "Why don't you drink some tea if you feel uncomfortable?"

"Zhong Yue, how is your company's business this year?"

As for men, they either talk about women or they can only talk about careers...
Chapter completed!