"Our family has a bad reputation in this area," Li Zhaokun said angrily. "In the past, whenever I went to pick up my bag, I would be treated like a beggar."
That was why he had been working hard to learn Mandarin.
The deeper the hurt, the harder it was to forget.
"That's how people are." He Zhou was either studying in the province or in Wuhan, so he rarely felt the difference between regions.
"I think it's okay." Li Lan did not belong to the Netherlands or Anhui Province, so he rarely came into contact with the prejudice of society.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone knocked on the door. He went to open it.
"You brat, why didn't you say hello when you came?" Pan Song, his youngest son, Pan Shaojun, Wu Shuping, Chen Dadi, and the others were standing at the door. "If Chen Dadi hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known."
"You don't have to be so polite." Li Lan welcomed him in.
"Uncle Li, where have you been?" Pan Song greeted Li Zhaokun as soon as he entered the house.
"Uncle Li." Pan Shaojun greeted him and followed behind his father to greet Liu Shan, He Zhou, Pan Ying, and the others.
"Nothing." Li Zhaokun said, "It's hot, and my eyes are blurred. If I didn't want to let them play for a few days, I would have gone home."
"Uncle Li, I won't arrange for you to stay anywhere else tonight. We'll have good food and drinks. Come to my house and cook some home-cooked dishes." Pan Song turned his head and said to Li Lan and the others, "Pack your luggage and don't stay in a hotel. My house is more spacious than your Auntie Wu Shuping's house. It's more comfortable than a hotel."
Li Lan hesitated. First, he was afraid of causing trouble for Pan Song. Second, he was afraid that Chen Dadi would overthink.
Chen Dadi said, "I also suggest that you go. If my house wasn't so small, I wouldn't have asked you to stay in the hotel."
Li Lan chatted with He Zhou and the others for a while, then went back to their rooms to pack.
He Zhou sat in Liu Shan's car and followed the Pan family's car. He felt that the road was very familiar. It wasn't until they passed through an overpass and entered Beiqing Highway that he saw the signboard for the logistics park that he realized that this was where he had gotten his car repaired in the morning.
The car drove into a small town, and after a few turns, it entered a place that looked like a park. It was surrounded by green trees, and soon, it opened up to a villa in the middle.
The door of the villa opened wide, and the car drove straight in.
When He Zhou alighted from the car, he heard Pan Song talking to Li Zhaokun. "This piece of land was originally mine, but the government wanted to build a tennis center. We have to support it, right?
In the end, it didn't work out and left a mess. So, I built a villa district and built eight of them. I kept one for myself, one for Erhe, and two for Li Long and Da Zhuang. The rest were given to my friends. "
Li Lan, Liu Shan, and the others were not surprised that their family had a house here.
"Can you live in our house?" Li Ke asked excitedly. Living in their own house would be more comfortable than living in someone else's house, right?
"The decorations are beautiful, but it's been vacant for a long time. Although it's cleaned occasionally, it's still very dusty." Pan Song invited them into the house.
The auntie poured tea and brought in a fruit platter. Pan Song said, "Don't stand on ceremony."
"I'm just going to take a look. It's fine as long as there's a house that's half as beautiful," Li Ke said with a smile.
Pan Song looked at Li Ke's expression. "I have a spare key here. Do you want to go take a look?"
"Sure." Li Ke readily agreed. While Pan Song went to the basement, she observed the Pan family's decoration style. It was magnificent, dazzling, and full of grandeur.
Pan Song came up from the basement and gave Li Ke a key. "Let's go. I'll take you there."
"Thank you, Uncle Pan." Li Ke happily took the key. He Zhou, Liu Shan, and the others followed. Li Lan stayed behind to chat with Pan Shaojun, and at the same time, he had to keep an eye on Li Zhaokun, who was playing with the Alaskan dog.
Pan Song walked in front and explained as he walked.
"This is the suburbs. It's not as prosperous as the city. It has always been a food production area. There's no subway, so the location advantage is not obvious. Jiading is connected to Shanghai and Suzhou, Songjiang is connected to Shanghai and Hangzhou, and Qingpu is sandwiched in the middle. It's very awkward.
But don't underestimate it. There are many listed companies here, and there are many small factories and small workshops. There are many logistics workers, so the future potential is definitely not wrong … "
"I really can't tell …" Along the way, Pan Ying saw either private houses or dilapidated small factories. There wasn't even a decent central landmark.
Walking along the winding path, they finally stopped in front of a small building with forty percent of its original height.
"This is it." Pan Song pushed open the big iron door. An old man in his sixties was sitting at the door, plucking chicken feathers. A fishy smell wafted over.
"Mr. Pan …" The old man heard the noise and looked up. He quickly stood up to greet him, his hands covered in chicken feathers.
"How did you get in?" Pan Song frowned. What did security guards do?
How could they let people in?
"Boss Li brought us here." The old man saw that Pan Song didn't believe him and hurriedly took out the key. "The key was given to me by Boss Li. In order to do environmental protection, the waste station in Baihe Town was demolished. There was no place to go for the time being, so Boss Li let me stay here for a few days."
After that, he looked at Li Ke again and felt that he was very familiar.
"Uncle Jin, don't you recognize me?" Li Ke asked with a smile. She knew this old man. He was an old employee of her father's waste station. She had seen him before.
Later, her father's business slowly expanded, and the focus was no longer on waste. Many of the waste stations were half-sold and half-given to his old employees. Old Jin was one of them.
From her parents' chat, she occasionally heard about this old man. He had two houses in the provincial capital alone, and his son drove a car worth more than 300,000 yuan.
"Oh, look at my pig brain." Old Jin slapped his head hard. "Hurry up and sit in the house. My wife and I don't live here. We live in the warehouse next door. It's cool in the summer."
He had seen Li Ke, but not many times.
"Uncle Jin, you cleaned this house so well." Li Ke found that there were traces of water left by a mop on the ground. The table was clean. Obviously, someone had cleaned it.
Old Jin said, "I had nothing to do, so I cleaned it up with your aunt."
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