Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"What kind of grandmother is Tan Yali? Can a concubine be considered a grandmother?

"Lou Xiaoliang's mother felt sour because she heard from her grandson's words that Lou Weihua was living a good life, and Lou Xiao'e was also living a good life.

Some people are like this. The closer the person is to them, the less likely they are to live better than themselves. As long as you live better than me, I can't stand it.

Lou Xiaoliang was speechless. He felt like he had missed out on 100 million yuan. He still didn't know what his father did for a living, but it was certain that his father's family lived well. It was a pity that he had been wrong and had expressed his attitude so early on.

Song Jing brought her two children back home. Her husband had finished his meal but was still busy with something. Seeing his wife and children coming back, Lou Xiaodong stood up and came to the two children.

"Dad, you don't know, I'm at grandpa's house..." The two children told him that there were fun and delicious things at grandpa's house, and the two cousins ​​seemed very happy.

The children were asleep, and Song Jing and Lou Xiaodong were in their own small bedroom.

"Xiaodong, your father is really the chairman of Huabang Bank. My brother-in-law asked me where I worked, and I said I worked at the fourth branch. My father asked me a lot of questions and asked me to tell Manager Qu after I get to work tomorrow that he will go to the fourth branch at nine o'clock in the morning to take a look," said Song Jing.

"Then tell Manager Qu, but let him keep the news confidential. It won't be good if too many people know about it." Lou Xiaodong said.

"I thought so too. I didn't expect that it was all thanks to my father," said Song Jing.

"We just need to repay our father well in the future. Come back and be more energetic tomorrow," said Lou Xiaodong. His wife finally got the chance and he was happy for her.

Song Jing arrives at the office around 7:45 every morning, tidies up, and starts work officially at 8:00. She needs to prepare a lot of work. The bank opens at 9:00, and everyone takes turns on duty at noon. Not everyone can rest because many people are office workers and only have time to come out to handle business at noon.

At 7:50, Manager Qu Juan arrived, and Song Jing followed Qu Juan to her president's office.

"Xiao Song, do you have something to talk to me about?" Sister Qu was a little puzzled.

"Manager Qu, Chairman Lou said he would come to see us at nine o'clock this morning," Song Jing said.

"What? Chairman Lou is coming over at nine o'clock? Do you know the chairman?" Qu Juan asked.

"I know him. Chairman Lou is Xiaodong's father. He just came to Hong Kong from other places not long ago," said Song Jing.

Of course Qu Juan knew who the Xiaodong that Song Jing mentioned was, that was Lou Xiaodong. Thinking of this surname, Qu Juan felt relieved. She thought, who would have thought that such an honest child would have a father who was the chairman of a bank?

"Then you and Xiaodong can enjoy your life," Qu Juan said to Song Jing.

"Sister Qu, can you please not tell everyone about my relationship with the chairman?" Song Jing said.

"Okay." Qu Juan was stunned at first, then nodded in agreement. If she were Song Jing, she would definitely keep the news secret, not only for safety but also to reduce trouble.

Song Jing left Qu Juan's office. Qu Juan told everyone that the chairman was coming soon, and asked everyone to tidy up and make careful preparations to welcome the leader's inspection with the best spirit.

At 9:05 in the morning, Lou Weihua and his team arrived at the fourth branch of Huabang Bank, inspected the work, encouraged all employees, talked with the branch manager alone for half an hour, and then left the branch.

In the afternoon, the four branches adjusted their work and established a personal credit department, with Song Jing as the department head.

The person from China who was to take over the work from Yan Jingkai came, and then no one knew where he went. In short, Yan Jingkai officially retired, and his hotel was demolished. Yan Ming really knew the vice president of the real estate company, an ugly man who was called by everyone. The vice president came to talk to him in person and said that his hotel had been replaced with houses, and that he knew his grandson, and that the houses would be replaced with at least three 90-square-meter units. After Yan Jingkai signed the agreement, he was so happy that he almost cried.

Zhang Dabao talked to Liang Ladi and asked about the children's surnames. Liang Ladi said it didn't matter because Damao's father was a refugee and he didn't even know his surname. So the surname Yan was good. At least they had ancestors, and when they died, they would have a large group of relatives and friends to take care of them, instead of being a lonely ghost.

After talking with Liang Ladi, he went to the hotel to pick up Yan Jingkai and let him live downstairs in Liang's house. He met the children in the evening.

"Da Mao, this is your great-grandfather. Don't you know where your hometown is? I have found your great-grandfather," Zhang Dabao said to the children.

"Really? Great Grandpa?" Several children came to Yan Jingkai, and Yan Jingkai's eyes became wet when the children called him. If his son hadn't died, he would have had several grandchildren, but his only son died under the Japanese artillery shells. Fortunately, he met Yan Ming and these children, and his life of having a son around his knees suddenly became a reality.

"Good kids, we are from Tangshan. Your godfather has built a house for us in his hometown. I will take you back when I have the chance," Yan Jingkai said excitedly.

Zhang Dabiao now adopted Damao and several others as his godsons, calling them his cousin uncle and dad Kai. Liang Ladi and Liang Aihua also called Yan Jingkai grandpa.

The children all had the surname Yan and lived upstairs and downstairs. Yan Jingkai's happy life began.

Zhang Dabao usually goes to the office in the morning and sits there all morning. This morning at around nine o'clock, Huang Xinsheng came.

"Brother, the Vietnamese monkeys in the Yingmao military camp have come out," said Huang Xinsheng.

"Are they fighting for territory?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"These are just minor frictions. It seems that they are looking for trouble under the instigation of Ying Mao. Let's give them a tough time," said Huang Xinsheng.

"How cruel?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Catch them all in one fell swoop. And use the method of besieging a point and attacking its reinforcements to strike at the effective forces of the British and Maoists," said Huang Xinsheng.

"Are there any difficulties?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"The British and Mao Zedong's air force and navy, especially the navy, whose artillery has large caliber, pose a great threat to us," said Huang Xinsheng.

"You mean that I should organize our forces to bring out our cannons and deal with their navy first? Beat them so that they dare not leave the port? And then you can take action?" Zhang Dabao understood what Huang Xinsheng meant.

"It was the British and Maoists who broke their promise first. We have the right to use artillery, and this time I also want to use mortars. The enemy has a certain combat capability and a full set of British equipment. Once a confrontation breaks out, our brothers may suffer heavy casualties. Using artillery can reduce casualties," said Huang Xinsheng.

"Okay, you make a plan and I will cooperate with you. I will use a vehicle to deliver twenty mortars to the trading company for you. Prepare air defense forces in advance so that their planes will not dare to come over. I will also give you ten anti-aircraft machine guns," said Zhang Dabao.