Li He said, "I don't feel anything even when I'm facing the turbulent waves. Don't laugh. I don't believe that you're a Liu Xia Hui when you were young. How lustful a man is depends on how charming a woman is. If you really say that you're unfazed in the face of beauty, that's because you're not attractive enough."
Li Aijun said, "Your mouth hasn't changed after so many years. Actually, I don't have high expectations for life. I can't turn a corner. Many of my comrades are gone. I'm still living shamelessly. What's there to be dissatisfied about?
Moreover, my condition isn't bad now. I don't have any thoughts of being dissatisfied. A person should be satisfied.
I still have a comrade. I went to see him last year. This place isn't normal anymore. "
He pointed at his own head. "When we were in the same company, he was a very friendly person. He loved to laugh, and he was a good person. But after he retired from the army, his temper and temperament changed completely. He hit his wife, hit his children, and no matter who he was with, he would start a fight if he didn't get along with anyone.
He would only be more normal in front of us and speak a few sentences.
I introduced jobs to him. I opened a car wash and a restaurant in Guiyang but he didn't last long. He always offended people and no matter how good the customers were, they wouldn't come to him. After that, he opened a supermarket. Seeing that it was about to close down, I had no choice but to let him rest and let his wife come out to do business. Don't judge his wife just because she's a woman. She's not tall and skinny but she's good at doing business. Within two years, the supermarket became two.
Now, his son had also graduated from college, and his family had finally made it through.
However, his illness is incurable. He still has that bad temper and thinks that everyone wants to harm him. He doesn't even trust his own son. Both father and son treat each other like enemies.
Tell me, what's the difference between someone like him who's barely alive and someone who's dead? "
Li He said, "It's probably a psychological problem."
Li Aijun said, "That's why when I think about it sometimes, I feel that I'm the luckiest one. It's just losing a leg. Back then, I fought fiercely and didn't leave the frontline with light injuries. There's only one way to come back from the battlefield, which is to be injured. If I'm lucky, I'll be shot by a bullet and have a piece of flesh cut off. I'll still be alive and kicking after that.
Li He had never experienced the cruelty of war. Most of what he knew was from the words of others. "You sound so serious, and Lan Shifang sounds so happy. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that you two weren't on the same battlefield."
Li Aijun lit his cigarette and said, "Soldiers have drunk before, especially when there are women around. Just treat it as a joke. Don't you know Old Lan's character? No matter how difficult it is, it sounds like a joke to him. He talks about Vietnamese people like they are made of paper, and he wants to tear them apart with his bare hands to show you.
He's a real man, not like some bastards. It's early in the morning … Gone … His mother's braids are still there. "
He was so drunk that he couldn't even speak properly.
Li He laughed. What he said was the truth. He asked, "When are you going back? I'll give you a farewell dinner."
Li Aijun waved his hand. "Let's not be so polite. We'll drink when you go back. I'll leave at night. My dad just called me in the afternoon. My family is waiting anxiously.
I've thought it through. When I go back, I'll look after the child. She's only in her thirties and can still find a good family. She's really suffered all these years. "
Li He raised his glass. "I wish you a safe journey."
After drinking, Li He sent him to the door. Li He spoke a few words with his secretary, Song Tianze, before letting him go.
When Li Aijun reached Li Qiuhong's door, the child had already left school. She was sitting on a chair with her head resting on the cushion, looking at him curiously.
Li Aijun smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you recognize your uncle?"
The little girl pinched her nose and asked, "You've been drinking. The smell is so strong."
Li Aijun sniffed himself and said, "Yeah, I drank a little. Are you called Ah Ling? "
Ah Ling nodded. "Liao Lingling."
She still couldn't stand the strong smell of alcohol on her uncle. When he came closer, she deliberately tilted her head.
Li Aijun didn't mind and asked, "How old are you?"
Liao Lingling said, "Eleven."
Li Qiuhong pushed a big box out of the bedroom and watched the uncle and nephew exchange questions and answers with interest.
Li Aijun asked, "Do you need help?"
Li Qiuhong shook her head. "Not much. Just some clothes for us and some of her books. The rest of the furniture belongs to the landlord. I've already told the landlord to settle the bill. We can leave immediately."
Li Aijun said, "If you're done packing, we'll leave immediately."
Li Qiuhong hesitated for a moment and handed over the documents in her hand. "Are you going to buy a plane ticket then?"
She still remembered that when she was young, no matter what request she made, even if it was a little too much, she would never feel embarrassed or embarrassed because she knew that no matter what, her brother would agree unconditionally.
But now, when she wanted her brother to help her buy a ticket, she felt a little embarrassed.
Li Aijun smiled. "No need. We'll take the plane into Macau. There's a business jet base there."
In the 21st century, multimillionaires had entered the mass production stage. People were no longer surprised by multimillionaires passing by. They generally had villas and luxury cars, and billionaires were like carps crossing the river. As the country slowly relaxed the low-altitude control and the construction and development of general aviation airports, they also slowly began to have private jets. There were no less than 20 private jets and no less than 1,000 business jets.
Li Aijun wasn't a person who liked to be ostentatious. He lived a simple and plain life. According to his own thoughts, he definitely wouldn't spend 50 to 60 million to buy a private jet and pay seven to eight million a year for operation and maintenance. However, his legs were not good. Even if he had a prosthetic, it wasn't suitable for long periods of time. In the end, he couldn't resist the persuasion of Li He, Lu Bo, and the others and bought one.
Li Qiuhong didn't understand what her brother meant. Since her brother said so, she believed him.
Li Aijun took the opportunity while she was packing her luggage to look around. The house was very simple. There was a bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen, and it was less than 20 square meters. The floor was made of wooden flooring, and the material was very poor. It was high and low, and it had long lost its original color.
On the wall of the bedroom was a simple bookcase. He casually took out a folder, thinking that it was a photo. In the end, when he opened it, he saw that it was pictures and news clippings from the newspaper. As he flipped through the pages, his eyes unconsciously became moist.
They were all news reports about him. In 1995, he participated in the National Federation of Industry and Commerce Congress, in 2002, he participated in the Boao Forum, in 2003, he participated in the China Top 500 Enterprise Summit Forum in 2006, and in 2008, he participated in the Davos Forum …
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