In front of the pier, Feng Shizhen looked at the sea eagerly, hoping to be the first to see the approaching ship.
Behind her, Lin Huai was chatting with Ye Haoran.
"I found out that the military commanders didn't leave yesterday. They went to the hospital once and then settled in an old house."
Shanghai's beaches are full of hooligans, and this news cannot escape Lin Huai's ears.
Ye Haoran had long guessed that Jin Shenghuo had other purposes, and he would definitely not leave Shanghai so easily.
"Just keep an eye on them, don't alert them, they are all trained people, don't follow them specially."
Lin Badai chuckled: "Mr. Ye, don't worry, those who are being followed are not idlers. The stall owners and rickshaws are not followed, only followed."
"Okay, let me know if there's any news. How's the dock going lately?"
After a casual glance, I found that many Kuhaha were waiting to work.
Lin Huai nodded and said, "It's almost the same as before. Many people from other docks want to come here to work, and there are more and more people there, but there's just not that much work for them."
Ye Haoran knew that Lin Huai was not the kind of person who would make decisions privately. Whenever there was any uncertainty, he would be notified as soon as possible.
So he felt relieved to leave these businesses to Lin Huai.
I have never doubted Lin Huai's loyalty.
Moreover, the second mother in the United States has also begun to engage in purchasing agency business. The cost of returning an empty ship is too high, so she might as well bring back some foreign goods.
If Ye Haoran didn't sell it, Lin Huai would contract it out to another chamber of commerce.
Of course, it is not given for free, and the profits must be divided.
Although Ye Haoran usually keeps a low profile, he has something to do with all the big and small businesses in Shanghai.
As long as goods are in Shanghai, there are only two ways, whether they are coming in or going out, by land and by ship.
If you go by land, you have to pay taxes on Li Zhongfei, if you go by ship, you have to pay taxes on Lin Huai, and they will all end up in Ye Haoran's pocket.
"Brother Ran! Brother Ran! The ship is coming!"
When Ye Haoran heard Feng Shizhen's call, he turned around and said to Lin Huai: "Go and do your work. I will accompany Shizhen to pick up the person and leave."
Lin Huai said hello and returned to the office. When the ship arrived, not only the people to be picked up had to disembark, but the goods also had to be disembarked. It was the right time to start arranging people.
"Let's just wait here and send your brother back when we get him. What are your plans for the evening?"
Ye Haoran put his arms around Feng Shizhen's waist and asked for her opinion.
Needless to say, Feng Shizhen's figure is really needless to say. It satisfies all men's fantasies, especially Feng Shizhen wearing a cheongsam has obvious curves, a well-proportioned waist-to-hip ratio, and two straight long legs.
Willow leaves, slender eyebrows, delicate lips and nose, can be salty or sweet. It is not an exaggeration to say that "the flower of wealth in the world" is an exaggeration.
Feng Shizhen, who was leaning on Ye Haoran and tapping his toes, thought for a moment after hearing Ye Haoran's words.
"Is it okay to eat at my parents' house tonight? I haven't gone back to see my parents for several days!"
Ye Haoran almost never eats dinner outside, and she doesn't know whether she will agree to this request.
In the past, I always took my parents to Ye Zhai for dinner, and I didn’t go home for dinner very often.
Looking at her expectant eyes, Ye Haoran smiled and nodded in agreement, which made Feng Shizhen happy for a while.
The two looked at the sea. Although they could see the ship long ago, it would really take some time for the ship to dock.
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It's the same principle as "Wangshan is running to death."
As Feng Shizhen waited anxiously, the ship finally docked.
"Brother! Here, here!"
After Feng Shizhen saw Feng Shixun, he kept waving his hands and shouting.
When Feng Shixun saw his sister, the smile on his lips almost reached behind his ears.
"Sejin!"
"Brother! Come on, let me introduce you. This is the brother Ran I told you. He is my husband, Ye Haoran!"
Feng Shixun looked Ye Haoran up and down, then extended his hand in a friendly way: "Hello!"
"Hello!"
Ye Haoran behaved very friendly towards this uncle.
He is a conscientious brother and son, and a good doctor with a bottom line.
In the end, he almost killed Rong Dingkun because of Sun Shaolan, who had a crush on him. If Feng Shizhen hadn't tried to dissuade him, he might have succeeded.
I just don’t know if Sun Shaolan will fall in love with Feng Shixun this time.
"Brother, go home, my parents must be anxious."
"I'll arrange for someone to call Awen. You guys get in the car first."
Ye Haoran said something and turned around to arrange for his younger brother. Feng Shizhen took Feng Shixun into the car.
"Awen is your brother?"
"Well, Awen is now showing Brother Ran the factory. He knows how to stay in the factory every day, and I don't know how he can stay there."
The dinner at Feng Shizhen's mother's house in the evening was a temporary arrangement, and since the whole family was here, there was no reason not to invite Awen.
After casually arranging for a younger brother to call someone, Ye Haoran returned to the car.
Driving towards Feng Shizhen’s parents’ home.
The place where Feng's father and Feng's mother live now was bought by Ye Haoran. It is not a luxury house, but it is middle-class.
In Feng Shizhen's words, the two elders are too good to live together.
The car drove all the way back to Feng's house.
Passing by the vegetable market halfway, Feng Shi really felt better and bought a lot of vegetables.
"Mom and Dad, look who's back."
"Um?"
Feng's father and Feng's mother stood up excitedly when they saw the people coming in. Feng's mother even rushed over to greet them.
"Okay, this time our family is finally reunited."
Just as Feng's father was about to chime in, he saw Ye Haoran behind a few people and hurriedly shouted: "My uncle is here, old lady, hurry up and serve tea."
Ye Haoran was naturally polite immediately.
Naturally, there was a lot to talk about when the family was reunited. Fortunately, Awen arrived at Feng's house soon, and the two happened to get together to chat about the business of the fabric factory.
It won't affect Feng's family reunion, and he won't be bored.
Feng Shizhen followed Feng's mother to cook, and there were four old men left in the living room.
Feng Shixun refilled Ye Haoran's cup of tea: "This time I have an extra brother-in-law and brother-in-law. I haven't gotten used to it yet, so don't mind."
"How could it be possible? We are all a family. Where are you going to work just now when you come back?"
Feng Shizhen had mentioned work before and wanted Ye Haoran to say hello.
Of course I won't refuse this little thing.
"My senior brother works in the Red House. He helped me write a letter of recommendation and I will go to the internship in two days."
"Red Room, um, obstetrics and gynecology?"
"Haha, yes!" Feng Shixun smiled and was not ready to continue the conversation. It would be a bit awkward to continue the conversation.
After dinner, everyone naturally went back to their homes.
The Feng family is Feng Shizhen's natal family, not her own home. Her home is in Ye's Garden.
After agreeing to his brother Feng Shixun's words to go home often, Ye Haoran and Feng Shizhen got into the car and prepared to go home.
On the way back, Feng Shizhen hugged Ye Haoran and asked, "Brother Ran, can you help my brother go to the hospital to talk about it? I'm afraid he won't adapt to it when he comes back."
"sure."
"Brother Ran, you are so kind!"
"How can you thank me?"
"Uh... I hate it..."
Chen San, who was driving in front, silently turned his rearview mirror to prevent dog food from spilling on his face.
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