In the evening, a family of three was having dinner in the living room. This is a staircase room with two bedrooms and one living room. The living room is the dining room.
"Mom, the food you cook is still so delicious." Jing Gao held the bowl and ate the home-cooked dishes made by his mother. Suddenly, he felt that whatever delicacies he had eaten in the past few months were just meager. Only the taste of my hometown, only my mother’s food has that taste.
I left home for Beijing after the Spring Festival and came back at the end of September. It had been almost eight months. Why did I suddenly feel like I was in a trance? There is a sense of the vicissitudes of life after maturity.
Gao Lijun, a man in his fifties with wrinkles on his face, scolded: "Xiaojing, it's useless for you to talk sweetly. Come back as soon as you come back. Why spend so much money lavishly?"
Jing Jianguo did not talk about his son like his wife. He drank seaweed and egg soup and asked, "Xiaojing, how is your work? Oh, you talked about starting a business some time ago."
Jing Gao quickly swallowed the rice in his mouth and replied: "I started a pharmaceutical company with my classmates. The income is not bad. I can earn several million a year. When the company goes public, the income will be even more."
At this moment, he is not the young man who respects teachers and respects morality in the eyes of Professor Zhao and Brother Ren, nor is he the all-powerful capital boss in the eyes of Shen Nanpeng, Mr. Tan and others, nor is he the gentle and gentle person in the eyes of Weiwei and Guan Guan. Jade, a man who can be entrusted with his whole life, is the son of his parents!
"Ah...? So many!" Gao Lijun was so surprised that her chopsticks dropped on the table. In fact, the annual salary didn't matter. The key was that her son said it calmly, and he had held it in since noon until now. this…
Jing Gao's current expression is like that of Yu Zecheng in "Latent", the one who is slightly sluggish and looks sincere, but in fact his brain is running at high speed. He couldn't do it without lying about the unlimited card. There was no way to explain it.
Gao Lijun reacted, "Then why don't you find a girlfriend quickly? Your dad and I are both the same age..."
Jing Gao pulled up the photo album on his mobile phone and said, "Mom, I'm already talking. Look. It's just that I haven't gone to their house yet, so I can't bring her back."
Gao Lijun looked at the photo on Jing Gao's phone. It was a selfie of a beautiful girl taking a selfie with her son in front of Tiananmen Square. She said suspiciously, "Xiao Jing, isn't this posted specifically to fool me?"
Could such a beautiful girl be his son's girlfriend? Who are you coaxing?
These days, old people are not easy to fool. A battle of wits and courage with the sons and daughters who have reached marriageable age. Even ps knows it.
Jing Gao almost spit out blood. Mom, do you want your thinking to be so divergent? Your son, am I the kind of person who makes a fake Tsinghua University admission letter to fool you?
Gao Lijun flipped through the photos in the album and listened to Jing Gao's explanation for a long time before he believed it. He asked, "What's this girl's name? Where is she from? What does her family do?"
"Her name is Li Mengwei. She is a senior at Beijing Normal University. She is from Taizhou, Zhejiang Province. Her father is a professor at Taizhou College and her mother is an associate professor."
After Jing Jianguo finished his meal, he happily smoked the Chinese cigarette that his son brought back as a tribute to him. He felt extremely comfortable listening to his son explain the details of his girlfriend. Suddenly I heard my son say: "Dad, Mom, let's change houses!"
Gao Lijun refused and said: "I live well, what kind of house can I change to?" He then said seriously: "Xiaojing, you have to guard against arrogance and impetuosity. Your business has just started, and there are risks in doing business."
Jing Gao's emotional intelligence is now different than before, and he said: "Mom, when Weiwei comes to Haizhou, will this house give her a bad impression? You don't want to see your son become a bachelor, do you?"
Gao Lijun was stunned immediately and hesitated a little.
Jing Jianguo showed the momentum of the head of the family and said, "Buy."
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After dinner, Jing Gao didn't rest at home. He drove to meet his high school friend and classmate Wei Junjie to have sex and drink.
Of course Jing Gao's car was bought by Zhongrun Company's branch in Haizhou. If the rich man in the rebirth novel has to calculate the cost, as a powerful man, he doesn't have to calculate the cost. There are offices directly in the cities where he is going.
The basic interests are: real estate and cars.
Haizhou’s urban greening is pretty good. In 2016, it didn’t look like a remote small city, but rather felt like a third- or fourth-tier city: the neighborhoods were bustling, but there weren’t many high-rise buildings. There are a lot of lights at night, but there are not many pedestrians and the air is fresh.
The barbecue restaurant is located not far from Haizhou No. 1 Middle School. There are some diners starting at the outdoor stalls. Beer bottles were piled on the table, full of life.
"Lao Jing, oh, you're doing well, you've all gotten involved with Angkewei." At the stall, a thin, handsome young man stood up and greeted Jing Gao.
"Brother Wei, are you still in such good shape?" Jing Gao smiled and patted his friend's shoulder, "How's it going? I didn't delay your business, right?" His friend usually kept in touch and would get together during the Chinese New Year. .
This kid went to university in Xingcheng, the provincial capital of southern Hunan. Then I fell in love with a very beautiful Hunan girl in college, and now I am married and have children. He majored in bridge construction and ended up working as an Internet cafe owner.
Wei Junjie smiled and said, "What's the matter? Boss, first bring a box of beer. Then fry some rice noodles. Then bring twenty skewers of mutton skewers." Then he asked Jing Gao, "How is your kid doing now? You have been in the circle of friends for most of the year. If you don’t update it, you won’t be seen in the group. Alas, it was rumored some time ago that the CEO of Phoenix Fund is named Jing Gao. Does it have anything to do with you? Our high school WeChat group has been really lively for a while.”
Jing Gao opened the beer with chopsticks and handed it to Wei Junjie. He and he took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "Isn't there a discussion result in the class group? Shao Sisi told me. I'm starting a business recently, and the situation is still there. Not bad. Oh, by the way. Will you go to the class reunion of Class 3 the day after tomorrow?"
Wei Junjie looked at Jing Gao with a smile and ate fried peanuts, "Lao Jing, you're already drunk before you drink this wine. Are you thinking about Shao's school beauty? I remember that you liked to hang out in the dormitory when you were a freshman in high school. Discuss her. But as far as I know, she is now the assistant to the chairman of Fangyuan Group. She has been working in Spring City for a long time. "
Jing Gao smiled and shook his head, "I'll go! Do you remember all this? I almost forgot about it. Hey, who was that person at that time? I forgot the name all of a sudden, and called our English teacher's name in the dream. Haha!"
Wei Junjie laughed and drank a toast with Jing Gao, "I forgot his name too. That guy is so fierce. Not in the dream, but when he rushed, he called 'Teacher Wen'. Hey, Lao Jing, don't change the subject." Do you have any thoughts about school beauty Shao?"
"No." Jing Gao poured the wine and looked at the beer foam in the cup, as if the memory of ten years ago was surging in it, "Brother Wei, after so many years, I met the school beauty again, I actually sighed in my heart, I have more memories. The youth of that year is gone forever. I now regret not studying hard at that time."
Wei Junjie was speechless for a while, "It's strange that I believe you. I don't plan to go on the 4th. Our third class was split up back then. Now Class 4 is all in the liberal arts class, and I don't even know them. It's no use going there. We After all, he is a boss and has no interest in being used as a backdrop for showing off."
Jing Gao smiled and refused to persuade. Chat with Wei Junjie about interesting things in high school.
In the autumn night, there is singing. It is "The Story of Time" by Luo Dayou.
The blooming flowers in spring, the wind in autumn and the setting sun in winter, I once thought this ignorantly in my melancholy youth. The windmill circulates every day in the song of the four seasons. In the romantic poems, I grow up year by year. The story of running water taking away time changes a person...
