Grandpa Jia's car was parked in front of the parking lot. It was a good spot for Grandfather Ling to spot and not affect the cars coming out of the parking lot.
"Alright, be careful on your way back." The person who asked the question was from the Health Bureau. After hearing Grandfather Ling's words, he immediately changed his tone and replied seriously.
"Alright, I'll head back early." Grandfather Ling nodded and walked towards the parking lot.
"Please wait here. There will be a car coming out later." The person from the Health Bureau had just arrived. When he saw Grandfather Ling walking towards the parking lot, he naturally reminded him.
"It's fine. My car is not inside. It's over there." Grandfather Ling pointed at Grandpa Jia's red tricycle.
"Are you talking about that?" The person from the Health Bureau widened his eyes and looked at the fully enclosed tricycle. He then looked at Grandfather Ling and asked in disbelief.
"Yes." Grandfather Ling nodded and walked towards Grandpa Jia.
When Grandfather Ling reached the car, he greeted Grandpa Jia with a smile on his face. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he opened the door and entered the car.
This time, the person from the Health Bureau was completely dumbfounded. What was going on? At first, they wanted to ask why a tricycle was allowed in the parking lot of a government agency. It was not a privilege, but it was not a rule.
Why did they feel that the driver was quite arrogant? He even asked Grandfather Ling to greet him first and then got in the car himself.
"Is my myopia getting worse?" This person took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose. Without caring about anything else, he wiped them with the hem of his clothes and put them back on.
Even so, he still watched as the red tricycle slowly drove away.
Grandfather Ling's actions stunned everyone who had not left. Originally, they were waiting quietly for their own cars to pick them up. Now, they all stared blankly at the red tricycle in the distance.
"Did you see that just now?" This person directly grabbed the person beside him, not caring who it was, and directly asked.
"I saw it. I saw Grandfather Ling getting into a tricycle by himself. It seems like they know each other," the person replied in a daze.
"Yes, I saw it too. Has the anti-corruption campaign reached this stage?" The person was also wearing a dark blue suit and looked to be in his forties. He frowned and said.
"Old Master Ling is already so simplistic. Should we change the way we travel as well?" Someone at the side suggested.
"We should also change the dishes to something simple. Otherwise, it won't be good if we bump into each other." Someone nodded his head in agreement.
Actually, it was no wonder that these people were so cautious and surprised. After all, Grandfather Ling was a veteran soldier. Back when he first entered the battlefield, he relied on his high school education to become a political commissar and slowly made his way into politics.
This time, when he entered the political arena, it also proved that his talent in politics was much higher than in the military. Now, he could be said to be doing well. The few sons he had before the war were also doing well. Some went into politics, while others went into business. The family became bigger and bigger, to the point that even after he retired, he still had some idle jobs. From time to time, he needed to attend meetings and give lectures.
After all, there were still high ranking officials in Grandfather Ling's household. His every action would naturally affect the judgment of these officials.
For example, right now, everyone believed that the new anti-corruption campaign had arrived. They had to be frugal as much as they could. After all, Old Master Ling had already started a tricycle.
Of course, there were still people who thought differently. For example, someone in the land planning department whispered, "Could it be that there's a problem with the Ling family's business?"
As he said this, this person clearly looked at the people from the tax bureau and the industry and commerce bureau.
"Never heard of it." The few of them looked at each other and shook their heads.
"Don't make wild guesses. Nothing will happen if you don't interfere. Be careful," the person from the municipal committee who was hosting the meeting said directly.
"Yes, yes, yes. We are incorruptible. We will definitely be fine." This time, more people chimed in. However, they were all praising the incorruptibility.
"It seems like nothing happened to Grandfather Ling's family. Could it really be a crackdown?" The person from the municipal committee looked calm on the surface. However, he could not help but mutter in his heart.
However, Grandfather Ling and Grandpa Jia did not know about this. The two of them were still chatting.
Normally, Grandfather Ling would naturally have such political acumen. However, this time, this matter concerned Grandpa Jia. He did not think too much about it. He only wanted to help as much as he could.
"Class Monitor Jia, have you eaten? Let's have something to eat at home," Grandfather Ling said with a smile.
"I came here after eating Egg Fried Rice. You should go back and eat something lighter," Grandpa Jia said proudly.
"You went to Boss Yuan's place again. Why didn't you wait for me?" Grandfather Ling complained.
"It would be too late if I waited for you," Grandpa Jia replied as he drove.
"Someone has to do the work. Shouldn't I go after doing it? You are the one who doesn't take care of an old man like me," Grandfather Ling complained.
"Ling Little Six, Ling Little Six. Do you think you are still young? Your grandson is already so old," Grandpa Jia rolled his eyes and said.
"I look older than you. So, Class Monitor Jia, you still have to take care of me," Grandfather Ling said as a matter of fact.
For some reason, Grandfather Ling's rascally manner reminded him of Wuhai.
"I am here to pick you up," Grandpa Jia said.
"That won't do. I will treat you to Boss Yuan's place when I am free in two days. You can't reject me," Grandfather Ling shook his head and said.
"Fine. I paid last time. You pay this time," Grandpa Jia said seriously.
"Then it's settled." Grandfather Ling hurriedly confirmed.
Grandfather Ling had no choice. He was afraid that Grandpa Jia would be too stubborn to agree.
Naturally, Grandpa Jia understood Grandfather Ling's good intentions. Hence, he did not argue and agreed to it.
After all, no one would suffer a loss if they each treated.
While the two old men were chatting and driving their tricycle home, Yuan Zhou's place had also ended for the day. The pub was open for business.
The sky was already dark. Yuan Zhou had left the back door open. The temperature had been abnormal these few days. With the door open, Broth wouldn't feel too cold while waiting for its meal.
The light from the door cast a bright shadow. It was Broth.
"Woof woof," Broth suddenly barked.
"Your Broth will be ready soon. Are you hungry today?" Yuan Zhou turned around and looked at Broth.
Usually, it was rare for Broth to urge him like this.
The moment Yuan Zhou turned his head, he saw an old man with a hunched back and carrying a pole hiding in the shadow. He was looking at Broth in fear. His hair was white, and he was wearing a military green long-sleeved shirt, dark brown trousers, and a pair of green rubber shoes.
Seeing Yuan Zhou turn around and look at him, the old man looked a little embarrassed. However, he still spoke first, "Sorry to disturb you. I am just passing by."
"Oh, it's fine," Yuan Zhou paused and shook his head.
After Yuan Zhou finished speaking, the old man seemed to heave a sigh of relief and stood up straighter.
"Actually, it wasn't being mean to you. It was just reminding me that someone is coming. It will remind me every time someone comes. It doesn't bite," Yuan Zhou frowned and looked at Broth. Broth immediately sat back down and looked at the person in front of it seriously.
Seeing the old man's relieved expression and was about to leave, Yuan Zhou smiled and said, "Also, it probably wants to eat the mulberries you picked. Do you sell the mulberries?"
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