I Became the Favorite of Big Bosses

Chapter 455 Bewitchment

Second, he told Xie Jinghong to be careful if he wanted to reply to him.

 This sentence has a threatening meaning.

Gu Chao was not afraid that Xie Jinghong would say something related to the situation, but he was worried that Xie Jinghong would look down on the things Wei Lan sent and say something inappropriate in his reply, which would make Wei Lan sad.

Gu Chao just wants his little girl to be happy forever, and it is best not to let any negative emotions affect her.

Xie Jinghong was silent for a moment, lowered his left shoulder, and took out an old yellowed notebook from the hidden compartment under the desk drawer.

 He looked at the notebook, then at the letter paper, and finally smoothed the letter paper and put it into the notebook, then put it back into the secret compartment.

 Xie Jinghong’s mood was very complicated.

 At the beginning, his relationship with Gu Chao was cooperative. After the death of old James, Xie Jinghong no longer cared about it and mostly plotted against Gu Chao.

 But, such a letter...

Like a pebble sinking into the lake, it stirred up waves on the calm lake surface, and also gave Xie Jinghong an inexplicable expectation in his heart.

 In other words, the longing deep in the memory has never dissipated.

 Eager to be cared about and remembered regardless of interests…

 After simply clearing the table, Xie Jinghong stood up, patted the folds of his sleeves, opened the door and walked out.

The letter mentioned things like chili sauce and goat milk rolls, so I guess Gu Chao sent the package.

 The post office's couriers only deliver letters, not packages. If you are worried about packages coming from other places, you need to take your household registration book and go there frequently to check it.

　Then...

 It’s better to take a trip.

The handsome young man lifted up the hem of his gown, his legs moved quickly, and his old black cloth shoes made a thumping sound on the wooden stairs.

 “Xiao…Jinghong, where are you going?”

“I have my package, I’ll go to the post office! Uncle Wu, you don’t have to wait for me for lunch!” Xie Jinghong’s voice was teasing.

The moment he finished speaking, he almost jumped out of the door of the foreign bank and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

 …

 Xie Jinghong said that he didn’t have to wait for lunch, but Uncle Wu didn’t dare to really wait.

When Xie Jinghong brought back the package from the post office, he just entered the room on the second floor and sat down. He opened the package and grabbed a jar of red oil chili sauce. Before he opened it, the door was knocked on time.

"Jinghong, this, this lunch is still hot, do you want..."

 There was no sound outside the door.

Xie Jinghong looked up and down at the canned chili sauce, finally unscrewed the bottle cap, twitched his nose and smelled it. He wanted to say not to eat it, but when his words came to his mouth, he changed to: "Wait a minute."

Xie Jinghong opened the door, took the tray from Uncle Wu, and was about to close the door. As soon as he put his hand on the door panel, he remembered something. Xie Jinghong called to Uncle Wu who had already reached the stairs:

"Uncle Wu, you haven't eaten yet? Why don't we come together?"

 There is no kitchen in the foreign business, so everyone has to take care of their own meals.

Xie Jinghong has a special status. On the surface, he is a young man of a foreign company, but in fact he is the boss behind the company.

Uncle Wu didn’t dare to neglect, and he was worried about what happened in the morning. For lunch, he specially bought shrimp dumplings and rice rolls from a state-owned restaurant.

Xie Jinghong's identity cannot be exposed. Uncle Wu bought it based on his own belly. His appetite is larger than Xie Jinghong's. Xie Jinghong can't eat that much, so it's okay to keep him here.

Uncle Wu smiled dryly and nodded, followed Xie Jinghong into the room and sat down.

 The tabletop had been cleared early in the morning, but now a large package was piled there, making it a little messier.

Xie Jinghong took out the chili sauce, turned it over again, and pulled out a bag made of plastic film. Through the translucent film, he could vaguely see how many sides it took to see through the light yellow steamed buns?

The letter didn't say that it sent steamed buns. This, it should be that goat's milk roll, right?

Taking out two goat milk rolls, Xie Jinghong sealed them with plastic film and put them together in the cupboard behind him.

 Xie Jinghong turned around and sat down, rolling up his sleeves and getting ready to eat.

As soon as he unscrewed the can, he saw Uncle Wu across from him with a dazed and submissive look on his face, not daring to move. Xie Jinghong sighed and said in a mature tone: "Uncle Wu, I'm just a junior now. We can get along normally in the foreign trade company. Don’t worry too much.”

After saying that, he freed up one hand to put the goat's milk roll into the rice roll dish and pushed it over with the dish, "Uncle Wu, try it. This...this is from one of my sisters."

 Xie Jinghong raised his head with a sincere and well-behaved smile. Uncle Wu was stunned.

It’s hard to say that he knows everything about Xie Jinghong’s identity and life experience, but he only knows a few things.

Other than the foreign adoptive father, does Xie Jinghong have any other family members?

Although he was slightly curious about the sister who suddenly appeared in Xie Jinghong's mouth, Uncle Wu didn't ask much about her identity.

Because Xie Jinghong kept comforting him, Uncle Wu's Adam's apple rolled, he rubbed his palms and finally felt more at ease, then picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

 The shrimp dumplings are steamed, and the dough is translucent. You can vaguely see the green onion segments and the orange and white shrimp tails inside.

 If you eat in a state-owned restaurant, you will often get a small plate of dipping sauce - vinegar or soy sauce.

 There is no dipping sauce for takeaway.

Xie Jinghong likes to eat shrimp dumplings without any dipping sauce because they are very fresh, but today he has ready-made ones on hand. He thought for a while, used his chopsticks to put a large dollop of chili sauce on the plate, held the shrimp dumplings between his chopsticks, and ate them.

 The white dough is dipped in red chili oil. Just looking at it makes your index fingers move. When you bite into it, the chili sauce is a little sweet, a little spicy, and there are unknown tiny particles in it. The more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.

 At first, Xie Jinghong ate several dumplings with dipping sauce because they tasted good. Later, he became really curious about the tiny particles in the chili sauce, so he simply lay down on the table and looked for the tiny particles in the chili sauce on the plate.

 Xie Jinghong rarely showed his childish side. When Uncle Wu saw it, he smiled and asked, "What's in it?"

“I don’t know either.” Xie Jinghong shook his head, “I’ve eaten chili sauce before, but it’s just not as delicious as this one… I think it might be because there’s more of it in this chili sauce than before.”

 Xie Jinghong picked out a black particle the size of a soybean and raised it in front of Uncle Wu.

Uncle Wu frowned and thought for a long time, then tentatively said: "Is it beans?"

Xie Jinghong shook his head and put the particles he finally found into Uncle Wu's bowl.

 Uncle Wu put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly.

 The taste is a bit hard because it has been soaked in the red oil of chili sauce. Although it is a small particle, the oil is very heavy.

 In this era when each person only has two taels of oil a month, a small spoonful of chili sauce can make a person eat a large bowl of rice.

Uncle Wu closed his eyes, chewing and reminiscing, then suddenly opened his eyes for a while, slapped the table and said loudly: "I know what it is!"

 Xie Jinghong turned to look at him curiously.

"It's oil residue, lard residue." Uncle Wu smiled and said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that a can of chili sauce can put so much thought into it."

Uncle Wu said, reaching out to get the can of chili oil. Xie Jinghong quickly took the chili sauce and held it in his arms. He looked straight at Uncle Wu, without any of the childish cuteness just now.

Uncle Wu touched his nose and said, "I just took a look, I didn't mean to take it from you."

Xie Jinghong said "hmm" and said nothing. He had already opened the drawer and put the chili sauce in.      Not very offensive, but highly insulting.

Uncle Wu pursed his lips inward. He didn't dare to say anything to Xie Jinghong, so he turned around and continued eating.

This turning headed, I saw a baked yellow goat milk roll in the dish.

Uncle Wu thought it was a toasted bun, so he picked it up and took a bite, only to realize that it was not.

Almost instantly, the sweet milky fragrance filled his mouth. Uncle Wu's eyebrows stretched, with a smile on his face, and his whole body was comfortably bathed in the warm embrace of the sun.

  Inexplicably, I feel...what's the matter with a sense of happiness?

Uncle Wu came back to his senses and hesitantly looked at the goat's milk roll in his hand. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out what magic power this goat's milk roll had, so he simply put it behind him and started eating it with big mouthfuls.

 Xie Jinghong frowned and gritted his teeth, showing an expression of disgust as if he had a toothache.

 Although their foreign business is not short of business, it also needs an image, right?

Xie Jinghong was about to make a few remarks when he held the goat's milk roll in his hand and took a bite. He chewed it and suddenly he was stunned. He looked at the steamed goat's milk roll in his hand in disbelief.

 Suddenly, you can understand the reason why Uncle Wu lost his composure.

Xie Jinghong's face was straight and he refused to admit it. Instead, he talked about the business in a serious tone, "At the College of Agricultural Sciences on Guanhai Road, the professors who were there at the time were beaten into elements. I heard that they were sent to labor camps. From now on, all the teaching materials will be thrown into the old library and sealed?"

 A few years ago, that incident caused quite a stir, and I don’t know how many teachers and students died during that time.

Uncle Wu considered it for a moment and nodded, "There is such a thing. But those things are just tattered books, not worthy of being rare."

 Xie Jinghong suddenly mentioned this, and Uncle Wu asked in confusion: "Why are you asking these questions?"

“I’m just curious.” Xie Jinghong shook his head slightly, and then asked after a while, “Can I still enter the Academy of Agricultural Sciences now?”

 “I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it after a while.”

Xie Jinghong raised his eyebrows and said, "That means it is possible now."

"Yeah." Uncle Wu nodded, "The school has been closed for a long time. Recently, I heard rumors that workers have entered the school to repair it..."

Uncle Wu paused, looked at Xie Jinghong and lowered his voice deliberately, "Looking at the situation, I'm afraid the higher-ups have warned me to restart the college entrance examination."

Xie Jinghong was convinced. He tapped his slender fingers on the table. After making up his mind for a while, he said, "Let Lao Sun and Lao Mei come with me tonight."

 “Where to go?”

 “College of Agricultural Sciences.”

Uncle Wu was startled and wanted to persuade him. Xie Jinghong raised his little hand and refused to listen to him anymore.

Xie Jinghong took out a small purse from the drawer and said to himself: "I will go out to do some errands in the afternoon. If someone from the Z house comes to inspect, they will say that I am sick and take leave."

 Xie Jinghong turned around and walked out.

Uncle Wu looked at the thin back of this little boy, frowned and followed a few steps, "Is it because of that man named Gu? Or that sister? They asked you to do this?"

 Xie Jinghong paused slightly and said nothing.

Uncle Wu sighed and said in a self-proclaimed elder's tone: "This matter is not a child's play. There are many people over there right now. If you go there..."

Uncle Wu hesitated, "Is it worth it?"

does it worth?

 Xie Jinghong was stunned for a moment.

In a blink of an eye, he walked towards the stairs, "There is no value in this world, only willingness."

 He also wanted to see what the outcome would be after this incident.

 Sister?

If possible, I really want to have a sister...

 No, there are older brothers, younger brothers, and younger sisters!

 He wants them all!

Xie Jinghong is a crazy person, because he has longing in his heart, so when he touches the slightest warmth, he wants to get closer to him, even if he takes risks.

Isn’t it a gamble this time?

Xie Jinghong felt that maybe he could really get what he had always wanted.

The belief that comes from the encouragement of a few words is so ridiculous, but he is willing to believe it...

 What if?

 Xie Jinghong spent the whole afternoon buying all the trivial things Gu Chao needed, and returned to the foreign bank at night.

Uncle Wu sat silently in front of the counter. There were seven or eight people sitting in the hall, including Lao Sun and Mei Laoer whom Xie Jinghong mentioned at noon.

As soon as Xie Jinghong entered the door, he closed the door with excitement.

 Lao Sun and Mei Laoer stood up, "Young master."

Xie Jinghong nodded lightly and put the things on the table. "Follow me. When the time comes, you two will come in with me, and the others will step in to enjoy the scenery."

The group of people went out in a big way, and Uncle Wu stood worriedly at the door.

It's not that he's afraid of Xie Jinghong, he's just trying to make ends meet. Where can he go to make ends meet?

 It’s just that Xie Jinghong gave him a job after all, so he should obey those who should obey.

But having said that, Xie Jinghong is just a boy in his teens. No matter how deep the city is and how good his fortune is, there are always things he cannot take into account despite his experience.

Uncle Wu is always worried that Xie Jinghong will be deceived by others.

 But now everyone has set off with their own hands, and it is too late to say anything.

Thinking about it, Uncle Wu sighed, closed the door of the foreign bank, and lowered the thick bolt.

Xie Jinghong was already prepared for the adventure when he set out, but when he arrived at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, he found that the entire school was deserted. Under the cold white moonlight, there were piles of dirt and broken bricks all over the ground, and the walls had collapsed in several places.

 You can tell that someone has transported building materials here. But there was no time to repair it.

 Xie Jinghong silently remembered it in his heart, beckoned and led his men to continue walking inside.

The school is not big, and there is no need to worry about being discovered. Everyone spread out and quickly found the abandoned old library with a thick iron chain and a big lock.

This journey was smooth, except that it took some time to open the lock.

A group of seven or eight people took turns but could not pick the lock. Finally, a sharp-headed man at the end of the crowd handed over an ax and stammered: "Would you like to give it back, or give it back, or chop it, chop it open... I'll go in a while." Go in, go in and look for something, I don’t know how long it will take.”

Upon hearing this, Mei Laoer thought it was right. He took the ax and swung it down. He heard a "clunk" sound, the big lock fell to the ground, and a group of people filed in.

 “Little Master, what are we looking for?”

“Yes, yes, little boss, you haven’t said it yet!”

“Look for books on growing mushrooms, any book will do.” Xie Jinghong waved his hand, pushed the flashlight button, then walked to the bookshelf, held the end of the flashlight in his mouth, and started rummaging.

 After Xie Jinghong left, Mei Laoer and Lao Sun stood at the door under the moonlight, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

 (End of this chapter)