After listening to his father's call, Xie Xuezhi's scalp exploded.
If this allows the gangster to succeed, those old people have their own strengths and weaknesses. If he doesn't talk about whether to lose his hat or not, he will die forever!
He immediately led the team to the hotel as quickly as possible and was relieved to see that the old people were fine.
The rest was simple. The funeral affairs were quickly dealt with and the hotel returned to calm.
Before Xie Xuezhi left, he held Zhang Jiaqiang's hand and thanked him repeatedly. If he hadn't succeeded unexpectedly this time, he would have shouldered huge responsibilities and even faced more serious consequences.
This favor is too big!
Zhang Jiaqiang even said that he was doing it to save himself, so that he didn't need to mind.
After seeing Xie Xuezhi off, everyone had no intention of eating or drinking anymore and went back to their rooms to rest, preparing to have the banquet again in the evening to continue reminiscing.
In the afternoon, Zhang Jiaqiang accompanied Mr. Xie and the old chess king to start making a commemorative book for this event.
The commemorative significance of this thing is secondary. It mainly comes with the contact information of everyone and direct relatives.
It is equivalent to an address book, continuing the inheritance of personal connections and subsequent relationships.
This is also the essence of the event. In the future, the people on the booklet will form a denser network of relationships and shorten the distance between them.
Old man Xie and the old chess king took the initiative and listed Zhang Jiaqiang's name at the end. They agreed to give him a copy after the final edition was printed.
For Zhang Jiaqiang, this booklet is a treasure that cannot be exchanged for anything. Having it is equivalent to opening up a broad road, and his future career will be smoother.
Soon night fell and a feast was served again in the restaurant.
This time, unlike at noon, no one made fun of the two old men anymore. After a simple toast, everyone began to say goodbye to each other while drinking, changing glasses, and talking about the past.
Zhang Jiaqiang was also treated as a favorite by everyone. This aunt called him, and that uncle pulled him over and asked him to drink beside them.
It was obvious that after what happened at noon, everyone regarded him as a nephew and no longer an outsider.
In the end, Zhang Mulu dragged him to his side. The reason was that the cooperation at noon was very pleasant, and they continued to drink together in the evening. In fact, he was asked to help with the drinking.
The old chess king couldn't stand it anymore and said sourly.
"This old guy has no descendants to support him until his death, and he is trying hard to take over the family and become his godson!"
Zhang was so angry that he almost threw a glass of wine in his face, "I have no children, but there is no need to adopt a godson. The country will take care of my funeral affairs, so I don't need you to worry about it!"
Seeing that a quarrel was about to break out, everyone hurriedly pulled them away and went to drink separately.
At this time Tie Zhu ran in and handed a letter to Zhang Jiaqiang.
After opening it and looking at it, he pulled the old chess king and old man Xie aside and said, "That matter is done!"
After reading the contents of the letter, the two old men were overjoyed.
Pulled Zhang Jiaqiang onto the stage.
The old chess king picked up the microphone with excitement, coughed slightly and spoke loudly.
"Quiet, quiet, I have something to say!"
The audience fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at the old chess king.
Suddenly Zhang smiled vaguely and said, "Old Wang, you are already old. You haven't forgotten Jingjing. She has been married a long time ago. If you have anything to say, just say it directly. Do you still want to imitate those young people? What confession are you making?"
Suddenly laughter broke out, making the old chess king blush.
A kind-hearted old lady present gave Zhang a confused look.
"You're still out of shape, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Although this old lady is old, her skin is still white and she exudes elegance. She must have been a fair-skinned beauty when she was young.
The old chess king smiled shyly at the others, "I want everyone to be quiet. I have something to say. Zhang Muzhu, you changed the concept secretly, and you have evil intentions!"
"If you have something to say, say it, and if you have a fart, say it. Don't waste everyone's time!"
Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Old Man Xie quickly grabbed the microphone and shouted.
"Stop arguing. As for me, we old guys are getting old. We can't contribute much, but we have become a burden to the country. We are unwilling to do so. I have discussed with Lao Wang that we should make some contributions in our lifetime. Prove that we are still useful people!”
"I can't do anything else, so I plan to donate money to help students. However, our family is really not enough, and we don't want to increase the burden on our children. Originally, we discussed that at this gathering, we would let everyone contribute together to help poor mountainous areas. Donate a primary school!”
Zhang confusedly said first, "Okay, I don't have much money to spend, and I don't have any children, so it's useless to keep the money. It's not a big problem if I donate a year's pension!"
"I don't have any problem either!"
"I'll donate for a year!"
Old man Xie patted the microphone and interrupted everyone.
"By the time I finish speaking, we can't help each other even if we all work together. They have given us a big gift for this event. Look!"
As he spoke, Old Man Xie unfolded a donation certificate with a big red seal.
It clearly states that 10 million yuan will be donated to build ten hope primary schools in impoverished mountainous areas.
The last donor’s signature was two words—veteran!
Wow!
The venue was once again in a state of excitement.
Zhang Mulu and a few old people walked onto the stage tremblingly, holding the certificate and reading endlessly.
After a long while, he patted Zhang Jiaqiang on the shoulder and said, "Okay, good boy, you have taken this matter into our hearts, but as long as you have this heart, you can't pay for it yourself. I still do what I said just now, Donate one year’s pension, you must accept this money, otherwise my conscience will be uneasy!”
Everyone else also responded, asking Zhang Jiaqiang to accept their wishes.
Zhang Jiaqiang knew that he couldn't push this matter away, so he could only nod his head and said, "There is a long way to go to donate to student aid, and it is not something that can be accomplished overnight. I will accept your wishes and use the money to set up a foundation separately to provide scholarships for needy students." , provide one-on-one support, everyone can rest assured that I will stick to this matter to the end and will never give up halfway!"
Zhang held his hand with excitement and said, "Okay, okay, let's do it like this. Even if we old guys are gone in the future, this matter can't be stopped. If one day I am gone, all the property will belong to you." , used to continue to support poor students!"
The old chess king finally seized the opportunity and mocked, "Hey, hey, you said you don't recognize your godson. You've given away your family property. You old man is so shameless!"
Zhang's fingers trembled in confusion.
Zhang Jiaqiang was quite resistant to recognizing his godfather, so he didn't answer the question and even began to retreat quietly.
At this moment, the old lady Jingjing stepped forward and pulled Zhang Jiaqiang and said.
"My family is strong. This Grandpa Zhang was seriously injured when he was young, and he has been single all his life. Can you bear to see him die without someone to care for him?"
Zhang Jiaqiang has a black line, why is this matter going to be beaten to death again?
Although he knew in his heart that if he really recognized the old man and got married, his status in this circle would be completely different.
But I have biological parents, so what does it mean to have a godmother without their consent?
Jingjing saw his concern and said, "According to your age and seniority, it's okay for you to call Lao Zhang grandpa. I won't let you recognize your godfather or your godgrandpa. Besides, you have the same surname. It's possible that you were actually related many years ago. It won’t be embarrassing this time!”
Zhang Jiaqiang turned to look at Zhang Mianfu, and saw that his eyes were filled with eager anticipation, but his face was a little sad.
My heart couldn't help but soften, and I gritted my teeth and called out "Godfather!"
Zhang Mulu's red and phoenix eyes instantly became moist. He nodded repeatedly and choked with sobs, "Hey, hey, what a good boy!"
At this time, the old chess king stood up and said, "How can we just recognize a godfather! In this matter, I think there should be a good thing that comes in pairs!"
