The daily life of a full-level boss (MTL)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 The Old House

    The taxi driver didn't expect to hear such an exciting story outside of work, and his eyes as big as mung bean frequently glanced at the rearview mirror.

    Duan Weiguo frowned, carefully observing Qu Zhong's face, and finally he chose to cross the front seat and pat Qu Zhong's shoulder.

    "You will follow your grandfather and grandma in the future. Don't be afraid. We are in good health, and we can take care of you for decades."

    "Yes, the three of us will depend on each other in the future, and your grandfather and I will support you." Zhang Chaohong also stretched out his hands. , Half of the body is lying on Duan Weiguo.

    Raising his right hand and pressing the two hands on his left shoulder, Qu Zhong turned his head with a smile: "Grandpa and grandma, I'm really not sad, I'm twenty-seven this year, and I'm not a child." After grinning, he continued. He said, "I don't need you to support me. I have earned a lot of money over the years, which is more than enough to support the three of us."

    "You can go wherever you want in the future, and your grandmother and I will be at home waiting for you to come home." Duan Weiguo I felt relieved, and after pulling my hand back, my serious style went back on line immediately: "Just because you are a grassroots village cadre, what kind of salary is enough."

    "That is, you don't have to worry about money, my grandfather and I's retirement salary. Enough is enough."

    Zhang Chaohong also helped, for fear that Qu Zhong might have some idea of ​​corruption.

    Qu Zhong didn't explain much about this matter. He turned his head and smiled at the driver who was watching the excitement. He pointed to the sign in front and raised his eyebrows: "Master driver, we seem to be arriving soon." The

    driver was surprised and hurriedly They stretched their necks to look at the sign at the airport entrance not far away, and then slowed down for a few minutes, and they really missed the entrance.

    Arriving at the airport without any risk, the three of them went to buy an afternoon plane ticket to fly back to Tongzhou next door.

    By the time they arrived in Tongzhou, Qu Zhong, who had not yet recovered, was already tired. Duan Weiguo called his classmates and asked him to drive a few people home.

    The person who came was the grandson of a classmate. He was probably about the same age as Qu Zhong. With a neat stiletto and angular cheeks, he looked like a recently retired soldier in the army.

    "Hello, grandma and grandma, my name is Xiazhou."

    He enthusiastically took the box that Duan Weiguo was pulling. He didn't think it was enough, so he lifted Qu Zhong's only backpack with one hand and hung it on his arm: "You are Qu Zhong. Let's go."

    "Hello, I'm Qu Zhong."

    "Should I carry you? I don't think you're comfortable." Xia Zhou suddenly spoke in shock, looking at Qu Zhong with worried eyes.

    "Thank you, thank you, no, I'm just a little tired." Qu Zhong quickly waved his hand to reject his kindness.

    Afraid of being spotted by the doctor, Qu Zhong never took the pills and spring water in the space. Unexpectedly, he was found to be weak at a glance. This exercise must be put on the schedule immediately.

    Secretly pinching his arm, and comparing Xia Zhou's muscles with his short sleeves, Qu Zhong admits... he is indeed quite weak.

    It would take at least two hours to drive in the Duan family's old house, and when he was bored along the way, Zhang Chaohong asked about Xiazhou's occupation.