Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

After only two days of rest, piles of documents were already placed on the desk. Wang Zhaomou looked at the documents in his hand about the shopping mall's sales in the last quarter, and said nothing.

After knocking on the office door three times, the assistant secretary opposite Wang Zhaomou went to open the door. After seeing that it was Lao Qi, he left the office voluntarily.

Two weeks ago, Mr. Wang stipulated that when Lao Qi came to report to work, there should be no third person on the scene.

Although everyone was puzzled, they could only listen to the boss's request.

"Boss, Ji Lianhuo's family situation has been investigated." Lao Qi was standing in front of his desk with a document in hand.

"Wait a minute." Holding a black pen between his fingers, Wang Zhaomou signed the report in a leisurely manner.

Lao Qi waited quietly, looking at the hand with slightly slender joints, the joints were prominent when holding the pen, and the skin was whiter and whiter with the black pen.

Closing the pen and putting the document aside, Wang Zhaomou supported his glasses on the bridge of his nose, leaned against the boss's chair, and looked at Lao Qi indifferently, with an inexplicably lazy posture.

Lao Qi quickly opened the file, and read it carefully according to the information on it.

"Ji Lianhuo, male, lives at No. 63 Anmin Lane, Sucheng North Street.

Father Ji An is dead; mother Li Xiaoyan is dead; elder brother Ji Liancheng is dead, sister-in-law..."

"Stop for a moment." Ji Lianhuo rested his forehead with one hand, "Choose someone to talk about."

Old Qi paused, touched the tip of his nose with innocent eyes, searched the documents for a while, and continued to report.

"Ji Lianhuo's grandfather, Li Qiao, is 82 years old this year, and his legs and feet are inconvenient. According to neighbors, he hasn't seen Mr. Li go out for a long time.

Li Qiao's son Li Daquan, 43 years old, has an ex-wife in Zhucheng and has no children.

According to the news from neighbors in the neighborhood, Li Daquan was addicted to gambling, a bad guy, he often beat his father and Ji Lianhuo, used all means for money, often did some petty theft, and was turned over to the police station several times. "

Wang Zhaomou put his finger on his forehead, motioning for Lao Qi to continue talking.

"The only thing left is Ji Dabao." Lao Qi tidied up the documents in his hand and placed them in front of Wang Zhaomou.

Wang Zhaomou glanced at the document in front of him, and there was a two-inch photo of Ji Lianhuo with a red background on it. The boy's eyes were bright, and his facial features had not yet opened, but he could see the clear outline. When he grew up, he would be even more amazing.

In the column of personal information, there is a lot of space, which records Ji Lianhuo's awards from childhood to big.

Based on his good grades, Ji Lianhuo was admitted to Sucheng No. [-] Middle School in the senior high school entrance examination. His grades in high school have always been good. In the last mock exam before high school, his score was in the top ten of his grade.

Absolutely good seed.

Wang Zhaomou can imagine that if he is not dragged down by his family, even if he is not found by the Leng family, Ji Lianhuo can still go to a first-class university with his own efforts and have a good life.

Also a high school student, if Wang Zhaoyun had one-fifth of Ji Lianhuo's efforts, the old man would wake up laughing even if he fell asleep.

Wang Zhaomou tapped his fingers on the table and suddenly noticed a problem.

"There is no adoption information here?"

"Adopted?" Lao Qi looked puzzled, "Who was adopted?"

"Investigate further." Wang Zhaomou handed over Ji Lianhuo's information in front of him, and after a moment's pause, he suddenly realized something, and took the page back.

I must not investigate the connection information between Ji Lianhuo and the Leng family in advance, otherwise, when the Leng family comes, it is easy to follow the clues and find myself while looking for the child.

At that time, my kindness to Ji Lianhuo will be regarded as a bargaining chip with malicious intentions, but it will fall short.

Lao Qi stretched out his hand to pick it up, and the next moment he saw the boss took back the paper, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"This is the end of the matter, there is no need to investigate any more." Wang Zhaomou got up from the boss's chair, packed all the documents about Ji Lianhuo, and put them in the desk drawer.

Lao Qi was a little puzzled, but obediently crossed out the line "Zha Jilianhuo and his family information" on the notepad.

The office door rang three times, and Lao Qi quickly went to open the door. The secretary stood in front of the door, pointing to the schedule in his hand.

"Mr. Wang, it's time for the person in charge of the children's playground to make an appointment."

Wang Zhaomou nodded, as if thinking of something, picked up the pad on the desk, quickly wrote down a series of numbers, and handed it to Lao Qi.

"Go to Ji Lianhuo today, give him my number, and tell him that if he encounters difficulties, he can call me."

"No problem, boss." Lao Qi took the note and walked out of the office quickly.

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New products appeared at Ji Lianhuo's stall.

Sweet persimmon cakes, one piece five one catty, with a uniform layer of hoarfrost on the surface of the yellow orange, which tastes soft and waxy, and is well received by customers.

Ji Dabao was lying on Ji Lianhuo's back, wearing a warm cotton padded jacket, holding a feeding bottle in his arms, drinking a few sips when he was hungry, life was not so good.

"The persimmons look good." A regular customer came to pick out the persimmons. Ji Lianhuo passed the plastic bag to the customer neatly. A box of persimmons has been sold and only the bottom of the box is left. You can definitely pick up more goods tomorrow.

After receiving the dried persimmons chosen by the customer, Ji Lianhuo said, "It's a little over two catties, and it will be three yuan for you."

"It's delicious, I'll buy some more tomorrow." The regular customer paid generously and joked with Ji Lianhuo, "My brother is in good spirits recently, is there any happy event?"

Ji Lianhuo's ears turned red, he took an apple and stuffed it into the customer's bag.

"Maybe it's better to eat recently."

It took Ji Lianhuo three days to eat the food packed from the restaurant that day. Fortunately, it has been getting colder and colder recently, so the food was hidden outside for one night, and it was frozen solid the next day.

After seeing off the regular customers, Ji Lianhuo rubbed his hands, subconsciously looked towards the street, watching private cars driving past one after another.

It's the one with no heart.

Ji Dabao also stared at the street with Ji Lianhuo before. After three days of staring at his neck, he couldn't stand it. The uncle didn't seem to feel it at all. Whenever he was free, he would unconsciously look at the street. Occasionally, he would see a black car. Be excited for a while.

Disappointment again and again obviously didn't hit the young man, but instead made him more eager. Ji Dabao strongly suspected that if Wang Zhaomou didn't come again, my uncle would get cervical spondylosis sooner or later.

When Lao Qi rushed to the stall in the afternoon, he saw the unconcealable joy in the young man's eyes. He looked behind him and then at the street, but he didn't look at himself.

"Ji Lianhuo." Lao Qi was a little helpless, seeing the young man's appearance, he couldn't bear to speak and tell the young man the truth.

"The boss is very busy today, so he didn't come."

The light in the boy's eyes dimmed immediately, and he felt a little alienated and embarrassed towards the man in front of him.

"Excuse me."

"It's okay." Lao Qi knelt down, picked some persimmons and oranges, and handed the boy a fifty.

Ji Lianhuo gave Lao Qi some money in silence, lowered his eyes, and his whole body darkened, as if he had lost his previous brilliance.

Looking at the boy's appearance, Lao Qi secretly smiled in his heart, and took out the clean post-it note with numbers from his notepad.

"Here."

Ji Lianhuo raised his eyes, looked at the string of beautiful numbers on the sticky note, but didn't react for a while.

"The boss asked me to give it to you." Lao Qi handed the note forward, "This is the boss's personal contact number. The boss said that if you encounter any problems, you can call him directly."

Ji Lianhuo blinked, subconsciously wiped his hands on his clothes, raised his hand carefully, and took the post-it note in Lao Qi's hand.

It was a thin piece of paper with black ink writing on it, and that smell, which belonged to him, was clear and pleasant.

Lao Qi looked at the young man showing off his face little by little, his eyes seemed to melt into a pool of spring water, and the tips of his ears turned red.

"Okay." Lao Qi couldn't help smiling, "I'll go back and tell the boss."

"Uncle Qi." The young man suddenly stopped Lao Qi, his mouth still unexpectedly soft.

"What's wrong?" Lao Qi stopped and looked at the boy in front of him curiously.

"I want to ask..." Ji Lianhuo pursed his thin lips, "How can I be like you and be by Brother Zhaomou's side every day and do things for him."

Hearing Ji Lianhuo's question, Lao Qi wiped his face and suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

"It must be inconvenient for you to bring a child with you now."

Old Qi was persuasive, "When your nephew is older and can be independent, you can apply for my job again, okay?"

Give the old staff a bite to eat, boy!

Ji Lianhuo looked a little disappointed, but still nodded, "Thank you."

Seeing this, Lao Qi smeared oil on the soles of his feet and walked away.

Sitting on the scooter, Ji Lianhuo turned his head and looked at Ji Dabao who was sleeping soundly while holding a feeding bottle, his eyes were slightly sad unconsciously.

Late at night, in the smoky mahjong parlor, there was a lot of voices. Li Daquan was sitting on a table in the corner, with a cigarette slanted in his mouth, rubbing mahjong in his hand, and a few coins under the tablecloth beside his arm.

"Da Daquan, why don't you play poker recently, come to play mahjong?" The good-natured person came over to see Li Daquan's pile of mahjong.

"None of your business." Li Daquan threw the dice in the middle, raised his hand and scratched his greasy forehead.

"Why do you play pot for a few cents?" The visitor smiled, "We all thought that you followed your nephew to heaven, but we didn't expect you to still be nesting in this corner!"

"My nephew?" Li Daquan took the cigarette in his mouth, turned his head to look at his gambler, and frowned.

"That catastrophe only sells fruit for a few dollars! I'll be promoted to hell!"

"Selling fruit doesn't make money, but the big boss can make a lot of money!" The gambler laughed wretchedly.

"Big boss?" Li Daquan rolled his eyes, wondering, "What big boss?"

"Your nephew didn't tell you?" The gambler said "tsk" a few times, "It's really heartless, let me tell you, my neighbor's son-in-law saw with his own eyes that your nephew had sex with the big boss. The car, that car is bright and shiny, it looks like a car that only those who make a lot of money can afford!"

Li Daquan rolled his eyes again and again, thinking of something, pushed down the mahjong tiles in front of him, picked up the money pressed under the tablecloth, and left the mahjong parlor without saying a word.

The night was dark, Li Daquan entered the yard, and everyone else was already asleep. Li Daquan wanted to go directly to the utility room to wake up the disaster star and find a reason to search the house, but in a blink of an eye, he saw a small car parked in the yard. The cart was covered with plastic sheeting.

This is what the disaster star used to sell fruit.

Li Daquan rolled his eyes, lifted the plastic sheet on the cart, looked at the leftover fruits inside, rummaged around, and suddenly touched something metal.

Li Daquan took out the things and took a photo with a lighter. It turned out to be a jar with the word "earthworm" printed on it. Looking at the picture of the blond baby on it, Li Daquan immediately understood what it was.

Foreign milk powder!