The room was quiet for a while.
Yao Lisong finally broke the silence, "Well, Bingyi, would you like to introduce Dean Zhou to me?" He returned to the previous topic.
Zhou Bingyi smiled bitterly and said nothing more, "Let's go, let's make a call." He had Zhou Bingkun's undisclosed phone number in Xiangjiang. He didn't know what to say. He was completely shocked by what Zhou Bingkun did. He needs time to slow down.
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Hong Kong.
Mid-level villa.
Zhou Jiaping, Zhou Jiacong, Zhou Le, and Feng Yue are playing in the yard.
Zhou Jiaping is ten years old this year, Zhou Jiacong is eight years old, and Zhou Le is six years old. Feng Yue is seven years old this year.
They are not much different in age and can play together.
It's just that their clothes are different.
The clothes worn by Zhou Jiaping, Zhou Jiacong and Zhou Le are very good-looking, but Feng Yue is a bit ordinary. She still has the same old clothes.
On the side, Zheng Juan, Zheng Guangming, Zhou Zhigang, Li Suhua, and Zhou Rong were drinking tea and chatting.
Zhou Zhigang was smoking a five-year-old cigar and drinking a three-year-old red wine. There was a cup of green tea beside the wine glass. His clothes completely changed and he became a rich old man. He has been here for about half a year. He had also quit his job. He looked at Zheng Guangming and asked casually, "Guangming, how are you doing at Peking University?"
"Uncle Zhou, it's okay." Zheng Guangming's clothes are relatively simple. He just arrived yesterday and didn't have time to buy new clothes.
"Dad, Guangming is quite famous in their computer department. He is famous for being studious and inquiring. He not only attends classes at Peking University, but also attends classes at Tsinghua Computer Department. It is said that the teachers on both sides have a good impression of him." Zhou Rong smiled. Her clothes were quite simple and she had only been here a few days.
"This shows that Guangming studied well. Ronger, how are you doing at Peking University?" Zhou Zhigang continued to ask.
"I'm not bad either." Zhou Rong said with a smile. She's not too modest.
"Haha, that's fine. Then... what about Feng Huacheng? How is he?" Zhou Zhigang continued to ask.
"Huacheng is doing well in the Writers' Association, but his unit doesn't distinguish between houses. We still live in the house Bingkun found." Zhou Rong felt a little embarrassed. Zhou Bingyi has already worked and been assigned a house. Zhou Rong and his family still live in the house that Zhou Bingkun's friend helped find.
Zhou Zhigang was very surprised and asked, "How come Feng Huacheng, a famous poet, doesn't have his own house?"
"Dad, you don't know how hard it is to find a house in Beijing. There are a lot of people there, and everyone is in need of housing. I heard that in a large courtyard, there can be dozens of families, and three generations live in a house of more than ten square meters!" Zhou Rong frowned.
"Why is there such a shortage of housing? It's just like the photograms." Zhou Zhigang said in surprise. Zhou Bingkun found the house casually. He thought the house was easy to find.
"Dad, this house is really hard to find. Bingkun was able to find it because Zhao Dongwei is from the Housing Authority, and there are always houses there." Zhou Rong explained.
"So, Bingkun's friend named Zhao Jianjun helped a lot." Zhou Zhigang frowned. He thought of the debt of gratitude. Zhou Bingkun still owes a debt of gratitude to Zhao Jianjun.
"Yes." Zhou Rong lowered her head and responded.
"Rong'er, what do you think of this place?" Zhou Zhigang changed the subject.
"Dad, this place is so luxurious. I finally know what a rich person's life is." Zhou Rong was shocked by the luxury here.
"I didn't expect to live such a life one day." Zhou Zhigang said with a smile. He, an old worker, actually lived the life of a capitalist. He felt incredible.
"Ten years ago, I lived in a Russian-style bungalow, and I felt that my life was worth it. I didn't expect that ten years later, I would live in such a good place." Li Suhua also said with a smile. Her dress also changed, and she looked like a rich old lady. She came a month earlier than Zhou Zhigang.
Zheng Juan took them to the mall to buy the clothes she and Zhou Zhigang were wearing.
"This is all because of Bingkun's ability." Zhou Zhigang put down his wine glass, took a puff of his cigar, and drank another sip of tea. He felt very good.
"Juan'er, when will Bingkun come back?" Li Suhua asked.
"I don't know. When he called just now, he said he would stay in Jichun for a few days." Zheng Juan still looked soft and weak. The clothes she was wearing were unusual at first glance. She looked like a lady. She came here earlier and has already adapted to life here.
"Then where does he live?" Li Suhua asked hurriedly. Jichun's Russian-style house had been returned to the housing authority when they moved out.
Originally, neither Zhou Zhigang nor Li Suhua wanted to return the house. But after they moved here, Zhou Bingkun called Qi Peng and asked him to help return the house. Throw away everything you can in the house. Those who wanted to keep them were moved back to the optical film.
"Bingkun said we would stay in a hotel." Zheng Juan said helplessly. She also didn't agree to return the house. After all, she had lived there for a long time. She felt that she could live in the Russian-style house forever, but she couldn't stop Zhou Bingkun.
"Then how will we eat?" Li Suhua asked worriedly.
"Mom, you don't have to worry about this. Bingkun won't have to worry about having a place to eat when he goes back." Zhou Rong said with a smile.
Li Suhua nodded, "That's right. We have all returned to our hometown. How could we lack a place to eat? Now everyone is not short of a bite to eat."
"Juan'er, what did Bingkun do in Jichun?" Zhou Rong asked.
"Bingkun..." Zheng Juan was about to say when she saw a maid walking quickly from the house.
This servant is about eighteen years old, not tall, and good-looking. Her name is Takeda Haruko. She walked up to Zheng Juan with small steps and bowed deeply. "Mrs. Zhou, please call Mr. Zhou if you have any questions." After the servant finished speaking, she bowed again. Her head was always lowered slightly, with a low eyebrow.
"Did you say who it was?" Zheng Juan asked with a straight face. She didn't look good on this servant.
"It's a gentleman. He said his name is Zhou Bingyi." Takeda Haruko said respectfully.
"Bingyi's call? Then go and answer it." Li Suhua said hurriedly.
"Old Madam, the phone number has been left on the other side, so hang up." Takeda Haruko reminded her respectfully.
"Oh, you have nothing to do here, go down." Li Suhua also said with a straight face.
"Okay." Takeda Haruko bowed deeply and left.
"Juan'er, is this servant a Japanese?" Zhou Rong asked. She had actually been wanting to ask for the past few days, but was too embarrassed to ask.
"Yes, Bingkun found him." Zheng Juan was a little unhappy. She felt that Zhou Bingkun had no good intentions in finding this young and beautiful Japanese woman.
"I don't know what Bingkun is thinking. The family has several Japanese servants, all of whom are young Japanese women. Especially this one named Zhu Qing, who often sneaks away from us to find Bingkun." Li Suhua Also a little unhappy.
"Ah? What is Bingkun doing?" Zhou Rong was stunned.
"Who knows, it must be..." Li Suhua didn't finish her words.
"Okay, don't talk about Bingkun behind his back. Just ask him directly when he comes back. Now hurry up and call Bingyi back." Zhou Zhigang took a sip of red wine and said calmly.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhou Bingkun ordering several Japanese maids. On the contrary, he felt that it should be like this. We must let the Japanese bring them tea and water, serve them with food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and make them servants for the rest of their lives.
Li Suhua and Zheng Juan returned to the room. Zhou Rong continued to chat with Zhou Zhigang.
"Hey, is this Bingyi?"
"Mom, I'm looking for Bingkun. Is he there?"
"Bingkun is not here, he went to Jichun."
"Jichun? Why did you go to Jichun? Mom, what's Bingkun's phone number in Jichun?"
"Telephone..." When Li Suhua was worried, Zheng Juan handed the phone book to Li Suhua, "Bingkun's phone number is..."
"Okay, Mom, I remember."
"Bingyi, when will you come over?"
"Mom, Dongmei and I plan to go back to Jichun before the end of the year, and then go to Xiangjiang to meet you." Zhou Bingyi gave an overview of his arrangements.
Li Suhua hung up the phone, "Juan'er, what are we doing later?"
"Mom, Bingkun told me to take Zhou Rong, Guangming and the others to buy new clothes."
"Zhou Rong's clothes are also in a bad condition, and the color has faded after washing. I'll go and have a look too."
"Okay, Mom. Let me show you some more clothes and jewelry."
"OK."
None of them talked about money.
Because each of them has a commercial building for rent in their name, they have a large amount of rent in their accounts every month. This is their pocket money. Zhou Zhigang does not. He wants to spend money to take care of Li Suhua.
