Doing what he thought was his characteristic.
When he announced to Bai Yueting that he was moving, Bai Yueting did not react for a moment.
She asked, "Why are you moving out of the blue?"
He Zhou said, "I'm going to Pudong. It's convenient for work there. It's too tiring to travel back and forth every day. Just the traffic jam alone takes an hour. I really can't take it. "
Then, he generously expressed that this place belonged to her from now on.
From her face, he could not see that she was happy.
His belongings were very simple: two blankets, some clothes to change into, dozens of books, a computer, and two bags filled with miscellaneous things. The convertible hood of the car was opened, and under Bai Yueting's pained expression, the things were stacked one by one into the car.
They were piled so high that the convertible top could not be closed. Bai Yueting turned her back to him, unable to look at it.
In any case, it did not close in the end.
"Bye bye. I'll treat you to a meal when I have time." He waved at her after getting into the car.
"Sure." She forced a smile and watched the car drive away.
The sports car became a truck and became a scenery on the road. When it stopped at the traffic light, there were people taking pictures of him, but he deliberately turned his head away.
His new residence was also a villa, and he became Sang Chunling's neighbor.
Sang Chunling was not the only one who came. Her father and mother came as well. Her father was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, drinking tea. Her mother was cooking in the kitchen, and she had a hard life. She was sweating profusely as she helped clean up.
She was so tired that she called for five cleaning aunties with one phone call.
As soon as He Zhou arrived, he heard the rumbling sound of a high-powered vacuum cleaner.
"Auntie, take it easy." He looked up and saw an auntie with a safety rope hanging from the third floor, acting like Spiderman.
Sang Yongbo helped him carry a box from the car and said, "It's okay. They're all professionals."
"Uncle, I'll do it myself." He Zhou quickly stopped him.
"It's not a big deal." Sang Yongbo helped him carry the things and said with a smile, "It's good that you moved here. In the future, our families will be close, and we won't have to cook separately. You can eat whatever your auntie cooks with us."
"That's what I was thinking." He Zhou carried the blanket into the bedroom. He then turned around and went into the kitchen to greet Sang Yongbo's wife. "Auntie, I haven't had your stir-fried pork with pickled vegetables in a long time."
Sang Yongbo's wife said, "I made it today too. It's the potherb mustard your uncle brought back from home when your grandfather passed away. It's stir-fried with the black-haired pig. It'll be ready soon. You can try it later."
"Sure," He Zhou said happily.
After two trips, Sang Yongbo asked, "That's all?"
He Zhou said, "Not much. I haven't been in Pujiang for a long time. Even if I wanted to buy it, I wouldn't have the chance."
Sang Chunling's head drooped, looking weak. She walked down the stairs and said, "Sigh, you have to treat me to meals for three days in a row. I'm really risking my life for your house."
"Old?" Her mother suddenly poked her head out of the kitchen and said, "You're not old at all. You're already in your thirties and you don't even have a partner."
Then, she said to He Zhou, "You're not an outsider. I won't mind if I say it in front of you."
He Zhou shook his head helplessly. He didn't know whether to agree or not.
The cleaning auntie cleaned the house from inside to outside. Sang Chunling wanted to pay, but he stopped her and insisted on paying himself in the end.
Upstairs and downstairs, inside and outside the house, he walked around and saw two jars of wine on the wine rack. He smiled and asked, "Uncle, are these yours?"
Sang Yongbo said, "Your Uncle Guangcai hid a lot of his personal goods. I extorted some of them. You're lucky again. I'll give you two bottles to try."
"Millet wine?" He Zhou was curious. Since when did this group of people start drinking millet wine?
Sang Yongbo said, "Aged yellow wine. Wine is fragrant when it's aged. The wine I'm referring to here is yellow wine.
Millet wine is not easy to store. If it's not stored properly, it will have a sour taste and become rancid. However, if it's stored well, the taste will definitely not be wrong.
Let's not talk too much. We'll each have a jar for lunch. "
He Zhou said, "No problem."
The alcohol content of millet wine wasn't high, and it didn't go to the head easily. He had drunk seven to eight liters at one time, and it was like drinking water.
"Then let's not wait anymore. Let's start." Sang Yongbo brought peanuts and melons from the kitchen. After placing them on the table, he opened the jar of millet wine and sniffed it. "It smells good. If you think it tastes good, you can ask your Uncle Guangcai for more in a few days."
He Zhou asked curiously, "Where did Uncle Guangcai get so much?"
Sang Yongbo said, "He bought a winery and flipped the foundation to build a factory. In the end, when he dug underneath, it was actually a cellar. How old was it? Not even thirty years ago. Even the old workers in the factory didn't know about it.
After the restructuring, seven to eight bosses fell, and in the end, it was all his doing. "
He Zhou said, "That's also luck."
He filled both of their glasses to the brim, and the viscous liquid was still sloshing around inside.
Sang Yongbo said, "Of course it's luck. I opened a supermarket to sell wine, and I bought five or six wineries. In the end, not only did I not make a profit, I even made a huge loss. Luck is really unpredictable."
The dishes were slowly served.
He Zhou said, "Auntie, you should eat too."
Sang Yongbo's wife said, "You eat with your uncle. I invited a bunch of old ladies over to play cards. It's almost time, and I have to go serve them. If I'm late, I'll definitely be nagged."
"Auntie, you go ahead. Thank you for your hard work." He Zhou didn't want to stay any longer.
He and Sang Chunbo drank one cup after another, and before they knew it, they had finished the jar.
When he was opening the second jar, Sang Chunling came over with her phone and pointed at the screen. "Haha, you're on the hot search list."
He squinted and saw that it was a picture of him waiting for the traffic light at the intersection. The title was, "The rich are inhumane, the luxury car turns into a truck in seconds."
He casually scrolled down.
"We poor people don't understand the thoughts of the rich. You're so rich, yet you're moving yourself …"
"Being rich might not be the happiest, but you're definitely happy. The happiness of the rich can't be imagined by the poor …"
"Tycoon, the color of your car doesn't match today's weather …"
The more he looked, the more bored he felt. Fortunately, his face wasn't in the picture, so he didn't mind.
He continued to drink with Sang Yongbo.
Sang Yongbo was about to raise his glass when his secretary walked in and whispered something in his ear. His frown deepened.
He Zhou said, "Uncle, if you have something to do, go do it."
Sang Yongbo put down his chopsticks and said, "The leader is visiting. This is a last-minute notice, so I have to go. You two enjoy your meal."
Then, he left in a panic.
"Shall we drink?" Sang Chunling asked.
He Zhou said, "Up to you, I don't care. Just don't get drunk. "
He was quite afraid that she would get drunk. She was a person who wouldn't recognize her own family. No wonder she couldn't find a boyfriend.
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