Lao Wang didn't pick up the newspaper when he passed it to him. The haze of old memories was still chasing him, and he was sulking.

Wang Zixu poked him with a newspaper roll: "Take a look."

"What cunt thing?"

"You'll know it when you see it."

"I'm too lazy to read. Please summarize it."

Wang Zixu was impatient: "Take a look!"

This newspaper is local news in Xihe, and the content is unremarkable. The front page is nothing more than the successful conclusion of the Xihe Literary Society, with Wang Zixu taking the first place. There is also a photo of Wang Zixu receiving the award on the front page.

It has been a day since the Xihe Literary Society, but Wang Zixu is very sure that the old man must not know that his son won the first place. Because he has never been interested in these contents that belong to the category of cunt stuff, and he does not have a corresponding circle of friends around him. This matter

If Wang Zixu didn't tell him, he would probably never know about it for the rest of his life.

But winning the award is not important. Even if he won the Nobel Prize for Literature, the old man wouldn’t understand what’s so cool about these cunt things. He mainly wanted to show him the bonus printed in small black letters on the newspaper: 100,000

yuan renminbi.

With this bonus as a foreshadowing, I can naturally bluff the old man, and then I can naturally tell him that I used the bonus and provident fund to buy a second-hand house near the city hospital.

He had inspected that house. It was located near a hospital and had a lot of traffic. It would be unbearable for normal office workers, but it was just right for an old comrade like Wang Jianguo.

And this house is not afraid of depreciation. It is next to a hospital, and the hospital will generate demand for accommodation. If Lao Wang can no longer live in it, he can rent the house out. If he is too lazy to manage it, he can also entrust it to the second landlord. In short, he will not lose money. Even if Wang Jianguo

If a comrade objects, he will buy it. If Wen Ai can no longer work in the future, he will at least have real estate that can increase in value.

Although Lao Wang believed that house prices would inevitably collapse, he actually wanted a house of his own deep down in his heart. Wang Zixu came to tell him about this in person because he wanted to give him a big surprise.

However, Comrade Wang Jianguo got angry today for some unknown reason and was very angry. Wang Zixu asked him to read the newspaper, but he refused to read it, and the surprise turned into a stalemate. Just as the two were fighting, a man's face popped out from the corridor behind.

The head is that of my neighbor Lao Zhang.

"Old Wang! Your son is here!"

The gloom on Lao Wang's face faded in the blink of an eye, and he turned back to say hello to Lao Zhang as if nothing was wrong.

Lao Zhang's face was filled with a smile, a smile from the bottom of his heart, just like on his wedding day. Wang Zixu didn't understand what made him so happy, but fortunately he soon knew the reason.

Lao Zhang shook his arm and said in a commanding tone: "We just happened to bump into each other. Lao Wang, you two, father and son, must have a meal at my house tonight."

After saying that, he added: "Don't refuse! Last Dragon Boat Festival you prevented me from staying alone in the empty room. Today I have to invite you back no matter what."

Wang Jianguo looked back at Wang Zixu: "His son and daughter came back to see him today."

"Yes, my son and daughter finally came home today. I'm so happy today! After all, I'm not like you. My son is by my side, so it's convenient to come back for a visit. Like my family, it's like celebrating the New Year when our children come back."

Wang Jianguo smiled and said, "But your children's future prospects are all earned by making a lot of money outside."

"Hey, what are you doing with so much money? Although my son drives a 400,000-yuan Mercedes-Benz and my daughter drives a 300,000-yuan BMW, but if you don't drive the car back to see me, what's the use? Look at you.

Although my son rides an electric bike every day, he comes to see you every three days, and I still envy you!"

Wang Jianguo smiled and said: "It would be nice to have a car worth three to four hundred thousand yuan, I'm even envious!"

"Oh, what is there to be envious of? I have already settled down in Donghai! I just bought a house with a down payment of 2.4 million last month. I will live in Donghai permanently from now on! I will definitely come back less and less."

Wang Jianguo breathed rapidly: "What does your son do? How does he earn so much?"

"He is engaged in book promotion. In recent years, the economy has been down, and he has not earned much. It was only in the past few years that he earned so much! At that time, whenever a book was published in China, he had to send him a copy, otherwise

Can’t sell it!”

Lao Zhang's Versailles was not up to par, but for Wang Jianguo, the effect was outstanding. He made a puzzled voice: "You can make so much money by doing this thing..."

"Of course not everyone can earn so much, only the top ones can earn it. Let me tell you, there is no writer across the country that he doesn't know. He even had dinner with Mo Yan and Yuhua!"

Wang Jianguo didn't know who Mo Yan Yuhua was or what his abilities were, but he understood that the down payment was 3.4 million. He swallowed and asked, "What about your daughter?"

"Let's go up and talk. Go up and talk."

Comrade Wang Jianguo looked at him for help, wanting Wang Zixu to go upstairs with him.

Wang Zixu probably knew what was going on.

Comrade Lao Wang is usually stinky and always makes excuses for his son in front of Lao Zhang. Now his children have come to kill him. It is the time to settle accounts after the fall. It is expected that before he came, Comrade Wang Jianguo had taken advantage of his set of skills and was already full of blood.

, that’s why he was so irritable just now. Now he took another set of Versailles combos and knocked him into the air. Now he is very confused.

The "other people's kid" trick always works for parents.

Wang Zixu pointed to his wrist: "I have to go home to catch up on the manuscript. If I don't have enough time, I won't go."

"What manuscript are you working on? Working materials?"

Wang Zixu's voice was a little lower: "Novel."

Wang Jianguo's face suddenly darkened. Next to him, Lao Zhang came over and said, "Xiao Wang also writes? Oh, Lao Wang, why didn't you tell me that Xiao Wang also writes?"

Wang Jianguo kept a dark face and said nothing. In his mind, writing these "pussy things" was purely a plaything to lose one's ambition. It would be more serious to have time to study and find out what the leader likes. Besides, his son had already talked about it so arrogantly, and he still

If you bring up your own writing, isn't this going against someone else's point of view?

Lao Zhang came over to smooth things over and said, "If it's inconvenient for Xiao Wang, you don't have to eat. It's also good to come and sit at my house. You two spent the Dragon Boat Festival with my uncle last time. I feel really bad that I didn't invite you to my house."

When it came down to this, Wang Zixu had no choice but to agree.

Before following Lao Zhang upstairs, Lao Zhang stretched out his hand and quickly pointed behind him without looking back:

"That is my son's car."

Wang Zixu looked back and saw the Mercedes-Benz logo flashing coldly.

Lao Zhang wanted to appear careless, but his loose steps still revealed his pride. Comrade Wang Jianguo was like a younger brother, cheering from the sidelines at the right time: "Does this car cost 400,000?"

"Yes, does it look similar?"

"Like. Very similar."

Wang Jianguo had an undisguised expression of envy on his face, and he was amazed.

Wang Zixu felt sorry for Comrade Wang Jianguo in his heart, and blamed him for being too humble. He was just a Mercedes-Benz, just a car. What was there to envy?

The money he spent this month alone was enough to buy three of these cars.

It's a pity that I can't talk about this.

Wang Zixu pretended to be surprised, which greatly satisfied Lao Zhang's vanity, and then went upstairs with the newspaper, walking at the end.

After entering the old Zhang's house, Wang Zixu looked around. Compared with the brand-new Mercedes-Benz, the old Zhang's house was a bit narrow. After all, it was an old community. The house design at that time was very conservative, but the decoration was very grand, and the TV was curved.

The large screen and sofa placed in the center of the living room are full of nouveau riche style.

Lao Zhang said to Wang Jianguo: "Zhang Wei didn't sleep well yesterday. He was sleeping in the room. I'll call him."

Zhang Wei is the name of Lao Zhang’s son.

Wang Jianguo hurriedly said that if the child wanted to rest, he should let him rest without waking him up. But Lao Zhang insisted on showing off and went into the bedroom.

Wang Zixu had a strong need to urinate, so he threw the newspaper on the coffee table and went to the bathroom door. As soon as he grasped the door handle, the door opened automatically. The next second, he and a woman almost bumped into each other.

The woman's eyelashes are very long, her appearance is quite quiet, but her clothing style is in sharp contrast. She wears a red beret on her head, her upper body is in a white chiffon long-sleeved shirt, and her lower body skirt is so short that it seems to be missing. She has strands

The scent of sunflowers.

The most terrible thing is that she is very tall. Wang Zixu is close to 1.8 meters tall, which is already very tall. This girl is at least 1.76 meters, which is only one size smaller than him. Therefore, the two of them made eye contact and looked directly at each other.

At this time, Lao Zhang also came out with Zhang Wei and shouted: "Xixi, this is your father's friend, this is your Uncle Wang, and this is Xiao Wang, please say hello."

Wang Zixu looked at the girl, "Zhang Xixi"?

There is something interesting about Lao Zhang’s naming.

Zhang Xixi did not say hello to him, but just stared at him with her eyes. Wang Zixu quickly stepped aside and Zhang Xixi spread her long legs and passed him. I don’t know what magical changes happened to Lao Zhang’s genes. One meter

Qiliu's height seems to be 1.2 meters tall with legs.

Comrade Lao Wang didn't expect that his old friend would have such a beautiful daughter, so he said dryly: "This child is really beautiful and has a good temperament. At first glance, she is engaged in literature and art."

"You're not right about that. She is not engaged in literature and art. She originally took a second degree and then took the postgraduate entrance examination and got into Nanyang University. This child is hardworking and good at studying. Now she is preparing to find a job in the administrative class at Nanyang University.

As a girl, just stay safe."

At this time, Zhang Wei, Lao Zhang's son, just came out of the bedroom yawning. He had long hair, tied in a pigtail, and a small beard under his nose. He looked artistic, but Comrade Wang Jianguo was not interested in this kind of thing.

Strange costumes are not very popular.

"Dad, is there a visitor at home?"

Lao Zhang introduced: "This is Lao Wang, your Uncle Wang, my neighbor who lives in the basement downstairs. They spent the Dragon Boat Festival with me before, and I asked them to come up today for a gathering."

Comrade Wang Jianguo rubbed his hands in embarrassment and apologized for laughing. Before, he fucked all over the place and lived in the basement without thinking about it. But now that he was introduced, the words "living downstairs in the basement" seemed particularly jarring.

Lao Zhang pointed at Wang Zixu and introduced: "This is Xiao Wang, the business editor we mentioned to you. He is very familiar with Xihe officialdom. Xiaowei, don't you want to interview the Xihe Cultural Conference?

You might be able to get in touch with him if you ask him."

When Zhang Wei heard the word "career editor", he knew that Lao Zhang was talking nonsense, so he hummed twice as a greeting.

Wang Jianguo smiled even more ugly.

Although Lao Zhang told the truth and even exaggerated a bit, when faced with a huge gap in strength, there is no need to deliberately humiliate. The truth has become the sharpest knife that hurts the most. Comrade Wang Jianguo is becoming more and more like
To be continued...