Rich lady, please go away, I am rich

The train arrived at Hongqi County, Stanley City at exactly six o'clock in the morning.

Zhen Qiang had already notified his father in advance and asked him to wait for him at home.

But Father Zhen would not listen to Zhen Qiang's arrangement, he was already waiting outside the train station before dawn.

When Father Zhen heard that Zhen Qiang was bringing his boss and another big boss back to visit relatives, he even cleaned the electric tricycle he usually used to sell vegetables inside and out several times.

"Dad!" As soon as he got out of the station, Zhen Qiang saw his father.

Zhen Qiang's eyes were a little blurred when he came to pick him up with a broken leg.

He didn't think his father was ashamed of him, but he just felt that he had worked too hard.

Since the death of his mother, his father has supported the family alone, working from morning to night, working day and night. It is precisely because he was too exhausted that he finally had an accident.

I had no choice but to end my work in the mine early, and later bought this electric tricycle, relying on selling vegetables and a meager retirement pension to support myself through college.

"You kid, you don't know how to wear more, you don't know how cold it is in our house!"

When Zhen's father saw that Zhen Qiang was still wearing unlined clothing, he complained.

"It's okay, Dad. Let me introduce you. This is the boss of my company, Miss Ye Zimei."

"Boss Ye, hello, our Xiaoqiang has caused you trouble."

"Hello, Uncle, Zhen Qiang has always performed very well in the company." Ye Zimei was also a little cold at the moment, but she still kept her spirits up and maintained her demeanor.

"And me, me!" Chu Tian didn't care about his image at all, hugging his shoulders, shrinking his neck, and leaned forward.

"He is Chu Tian, ​​from the United States."

Zhen Qiang has been annoyed by Chu Tian's talkativeness from yesterday until now, so he doesn't have any good looks for him.

"Boss Chu, hello." Father Zhen was still very polite.

"Okay, everything is fine, the air here is really fresh, but it's a bit cold!"

"These are?" Father Zhen asked, looking at the thirty foreigners with different skin colors behind Chu Tian.

"Don't pay attention to them, just treat them as air." Chu Tian said carelessly.

Of course it didn't matter what Chu Tian said, but Father Zhen couldn't ignore it.

It is not a big problem for a few people to sit in the back of the tricycle, but how can there be more than 30 people?
Besides, this place is no bigger than a big city, and there are not many taxis near the train station.

Zhen Qiang saw his father's embarrassment, and said directly to Chu Tian,

"With so many of us, going home is a problem? Is it possible to walk?"

Chu Tian smiled, "Small problem, wait a minute."

Then a bodyguard was recruited and whispered a few words, and the bodyguard immediately started talking to the walkie-talkie.

Within 3 minutes, ten imported limousines all stopped at the gate of the train station.

That is to say, it is still early and there are not many people nearby, otherwise they will definitely be mistaken for the fact that the rich family is going to hold a wedding.

"What are you?" Zhen Qiang was taken aback.

"Didn't you have a saying that soldiers and horses go first before getting food and grass. Before getting on the train yesterday, they had already set off early and arrived here at high speed."

Chu Tian looked at Zhen Qiang with some complacency and said.

"Didn't you take off your pants and fart? If I knew you had arrangements, why would we bother to be sleepers?"

"It's better to sit in a sleeper in a car!"

Zhen Qiang was speechless for Chu Tian's answer, this kid spent so much effort just to make something new.

"Sister Mei, it's too cold outside, hurry up and get in the car." Zhen Qiang felt sorry for his little Ye Zi.

In October in the north, the weather has turned cold, and the ground is full of fallen leaves. If you go one or two hundred kilometers further, you can see snow.

But when Zhen Qiang sent Ye Zimei to the car, turned around and boarded his father's tricycle, Chu Tian grabbed him again.

"Wait a minute, are you sure you want to ride this? Is this for people?" Chu Tian looked at the tricycle, then at Zhen Qiang. There are only a few small benches in the back bucket, and there are air leaks from all sides.

"Please be careful what you say, he is my father!" Zhen Qiang replied coldly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Zhen Qiang. I have no other meaning."

After Chu Tian finished speaking, he also sat in the back seat on his own.

"It's cold to sit here!" Zhen Qiang thanked Chu Tian for his actions from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't intend to spare him.

"It's okay, I'm in good health! Ah Choo!"

"It's hard to sit on this!"

"It's okay, too soft is not good for the waist! I'll go, it's really a bit hard."

Seeing that Chu Tian was very persistent, Zhen Qiang stopped teasing him.

Seeing the situation, Ye Zimei also came over, intending to ride a tricycle with her.

But Zhen Qiang strongly disagreed, the reason being that Ye Zimei is not in good health, anyway someone said he is in good health, it doesn't matter.

Ten stretched limousines followed the tricycle slowly all the way, neatly and orderly.

As for being stabbed to the media by some good people, that is no longer the scope of Zhen Qiang's concern.

"Zhen Qiang, didn't you tell me that going out is the Gobi Desert? Where is it?"

Chu Tian sat on the tricycle, looking left and right.

"The Gobi Desert is more than 100 kilometers away from here."

"Are you cheating me?" Chu Tian came out full of joy, and his hopes were dashed in the blink of an eye.

"When you called, you didn't give me a chance to explain!"

"Okay, I was too anxious. But a hundred kilometers is not too far. We will go after the inspection."

The investigation that Chu Tian said, besides playing or playing, there is another important item, which is to taste Zhenfu's craftsmanship.

On the way, Zhen Qiang bragged about his father's cooking skills to the sky, which made Chu Tian salivate.

"Dad, drive slowly, don't worry." Zhen Qiang sat in the back and said suddenly.

Father Zhen, can you not be in a hurry, the ten cars behind have been following, as if escorting a prisoner, and unconsciously stepped on a little harder.

The community of Zhen Qiang's family is the family courtyard of the factory and mine. There are five stair houses in front and back. His father has worked hard all his life to get this little property.

"Xiaoqiang, this house is too small, so there's no room for so many people?" When getting out of the car, Zhen's father quietly pulled Zhen Qiang aside to discuss in a low voice.

"Don't worry about these people, they will arrange it themselves." Zhen Qiang didn't intend to ask his father to cook meals for more than 30 people, so he wouldn't be exhausted to death.

"That's not going to happen. Those who come from afar are all guests, so we can't let people miss a hot meal. Okay, let me arrange this."

Zhen Qiang greeted Ye Zimei and Chu Tian to go home, and Zhen's father immediately went into the kitchen to work, and even found time to make a few phone calls.

There are only two rooms in the house. My father's room is a bit larger and is usually used as a living room to receive guests. Zhen Qiang has a small independent room of his own.

"The house is too small, so you can take whatever you want." Zhen Qiang took out the teacup and made tea for the two guests.

"I don't care. I lived in a house smaller than this when I was young." Ye Zimei said with a smile.

"Well, it is indeed a little small, but it is very clean." Chu Tiandong took a closer look, and began to criticize again.

"Of course it's clean. When my mother was still alive, she was known for her love of cleanliness. Even my father, an old miner who went down the mine all the year round, cleaned up everything when he went out."

"Drink, this time it's a glass!" Zhen Qiang put a cup of tea in front of Chu Tian.

I still don't forget to tease Chu Tian for complaining that the drinking cups are plastic on the plane.