Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

It took a while for Ji Dabao to remember.

I have seen the porcelain vase on the wooden cabinet during the day, it is a blue and white long-necked bile vase, the pattern on it is a dragon wearing flowers, the pattern is very delicate, it looks... like an antique.

There was a lot of movement of the broken porcelain vase, and the lights in the corridor turned on. Ji Dabao looked up blankly, and saw his uncle running towards him, his face was as pale as paper.

Bad luck.

That is to say, is it too late to cry now?

Mrs. Cheng ran up from downstairs, and she saw the broken tiles on the ground at a glance, as well as the big one and the small one who were staring at each other in a daze.

"Hurry up and pick up the baby!" Mrs. Cheng said eagerly.

Hearing Mrs. Cheng's voice, Ji Lianhuo came back to his senses, lowered his body with stiff limbs, and picked up his nephew who caused a catastrophe.

"It's a pity." Mrs. Cheng frowned, sighed and picked up the broken porcelain.

"Sister Cheng." The young man's voice was a little hoarse, and he tried his best to suppress the uneasiness in his eyes.

"This porcelain vase..."

"This is an antique." Mrs. Cheng carefully packed up the pieces, feeling very distressed, "I heard that it is from the reign of Qianlong, and the young master bought it from an auction not long ago, and spent a lot of money."

As soon as Mrs. Cheng finished speaking, the faces of one big and one small turned paler.

"Go back to your room first." Mrs. Cheng sighed, "I'll call the young master."

Ji Lianhuo looked at the pile of broken porcelain, hesitated to speak, and finally looked at Ji Dabao, with indescribable despair in his eyes.

Ji Dabao understood the meaning of his uncle's eyes, and his whole body began to feel cold, his head was numb.

It was only the second day after I moved in that I actually smashed the antiques of the owner's house. This was not a trivial matter, it could be solved with a few reprimands from the other party, or a few blows.

It is more likely that the other party began to regret taking him and his uncle, and even began to think about how to drive him and his uncle out.

Recalling the days when he was living outside in his last life, Ji Dabao couldn't help shivering, and thinking about how he and his uncle slept on the street, he couldn't help sobbing softly.

The teenager looked at his crying nephew, with deep sadness and remorse in his eyes. For the first time, he didn't listen to the crying and hugged him to comfort him.

Seeing this, Ji Dabao cried even more sadly, if it was really because of this time that he and his uncle were kicked out of here, my uncle would never let it go.

If anything happens during the days of wandering, it will be all my own fault!

Ji Dabao couldn't stop crying, the door was knocked twice, Ji Lianhuo stepped forward to open the door, and saw Mrs. Cheng's expression was very serious.

"The young master said, wait for him to come back and deal with it."

Closing the door of the house, Ji Dabao's face was full of tears. In a trance, he saw the soft big bed, the fragrant milk powder going away from him, the wind outside was so strong, if he went out with his uncle, would he freeze to death tonight?

Ji Dabao started to cry "Wow", and saw his uncle sitting by the bed with hazy tears, lost his mind.

Crying too hard, Ji Dabao fell asleep while sobbing. In his dream, his uncle was hugging him, leaving this warm and comfortable villa, standing outside in the cold wind, homeless.

From now on, my uncle's activities will revolve around the villa area, hugging the people who enter and exit the villa area that he secretly watched. If he can see the person he wants to see, he will be happy for a whole day, and the rest of the time will be melancholy Unhappy.

Until one day, my uncle secretly hid beside him in his arms. When he saw Wang Zhaomou leading another handsome boy out of the car, the uncle lost his soul instantly and couldn't stop crying.

From then on, my uncle neither ate nor drank any water. Seeing his almost out of breath, Ji Dabao wept heartbroken, scratching with all four limbs, suddenly there were several crisp sounds in his ears, and his face hurt again. Hot and spicy, Ji Dabao tried hard to open his eyes covered with tears, and saw that his uncle was looking at him in panic.

The other protagonist in the dream was standing next to the uncle, with his coat still on. He looked like he had just come back from the outside, and there was still some moisture on the lens. The beautiful eyes behind the lens were looking at him, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved. .

"It should be haunted."

Hearing Wang Zhaomou's suggested tone, Ji Dabao spoke politely.

"Try a few more times?"

Ji Lianhuo raised his hand and immediately "slapped" a few times, crisp and loud, Ji Dabao's face was dazed from the beating, and his little face was in hot pain.

No.

Uncle, can you control your strength a little bit?

"It seems to be waking up soon." Without waiting for Wang Zhaomou to speak again, Ji Lianhuo experienced two "slaps" on the face of his nephew again, and Ji Dabao bit his lower lip aggrievedly with tears in his eyes. But dare not howl.

If you cry any more, you will still be beaten, and the beating is too painful, so keep on crying, keep on beating, this is a vicious circle.

It's better to hold back now.

Seeing Ji Dabao finally wake up from the nightmare, Ji Lianhuo heaved a sigh of relief, turned to look at Wang Zhaomou, but felt guilty and didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry Brother Zhaomou."

Wang Zhaomou looked at the boy and lowered his head deeply, "I didn't keep an eye on Dabao."

"It's hard work to look after children." Wang Zhaomou gently patted the young man on the shoulder, in a good mood.

"Children are naughty, and it is inevitable that there will be times when they can't see it. I don't blame you."

On the way back, Wang Zhaomou heard the news that the antique vase had been smashed.

I bought the vase for more than 30 yuan before, and its value will rise even higher in the future. Logically speaking, Wang Zhaomou should feel unhappy when he heard the news, but the fact is that Wang Zhaomou was unusually calm.

When I went bankrupt, my net worth was already in the tens of billions, and I survived such a big stimulus, so I was short of this vase?

When he returned to the villa and saw Ji Dabao being slapped by Ji Lianhuo until his face flushed, Wang Zhaomou felt an unexpected sense of comfort, and felt that the pressure of the whole day was much relieved.

That's how it should be.

Need to come a few more times.

Before, he was so worried that he was about to suffocate, but now he was instantly soothed by the man's words, Ji Dabao suddenly felt that his face did not hurt so much, and he was even a little happy.

The big boss is worthy of being a big boss, so rich!

"But that porcelain vase is an antique." Ji Lianhuo was full of guilt, wondering why Ji Dabao, who had always been smart and well-behaved, got out of bed and crawled out of the room, and crawled so far in the corridor.

"You can take it to repair it." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, and calmed the young man with a relaxed tone, "Don't worry anymore, it's late at night, go to rest."

Ji Lianhuo watched Wang Zhaomou walk out of the room, and politely opened the door of the room, his heart was churning, and he turned to look at Ji Dabao.

Ji Dabao watched his uncle approaching, subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face.

The child is gone, let the child go!

"Brother Zhaomou was so kind to us, and you even dropped his antique vase." Ji Lianhuo taught his nephew in a low voice, "Don't have a next time, otherwise I will really teach you instead of brother."

Ji Dabao swallowed, thinking of his uncle's strength, while trembling inside, recalling his previous life.

In the previous life, my uncle never seemed to have done anything to me, this was the case outside, and it was the same in Leng's house.

Even when I was just an adult, I went abroad to miss an important exam because of the girl I liked, but my uncle just caught me back unscathed and was imprisoned for two days.

Uncle should be reluctant to hit me.

Ji Lianhuo couldn't sleep all night.

What recurred in my mind was the pile of broken porcelain on the ground, and Wang Zhaomou's indifferent appearance.

Even if he doesn't understand antiques, Ji Lianhuo also knows that a good porcelain vase is a price, and even if it is broken, no matter how perfectly it sticks, the value will drop twice.

Ji Lianhuo tossed and turned for a long time. From his old clothes, he found out the passbook that his grandfather gave him before his death, and the piece of jade with the dragon carved on it.

Getting up from the bed, Ji Lianhuo turned on the lamp on the desk and stroked his jade body with his fingers.

This piece of jade has a clear and transparent feeling, and it is very smooth to the touch. The coiled dragon carved on the jade is lifelike, and it is a heavy piece in his hand. Ji Lianhuo can't tell the real from the fake, nor can he tell the height of the jade. Down.

This piece of jade, together with the passbook, is enough to compensate brother Zhaomou for his antique porcelain.

If it is not enough, try to save it yourself.

Ji Lianhuo took out the accounting book and continued to record it under "Pocket money from Brother Zhaomou".

"Brother Zhaomou's antique porcelain vase is very expensive."

After finishing this line, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but continue writing.

"Brother Zhaomou didn't blame me or Dabao. He even patted my shoulder lightly to let me have a good rest."

Ji Lianhuo couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, and drew a smiling face at the end of the paragraph.

Waking up early the next morning, when Ji Lianhuo went downstairs with Ji Dabao in his arms, he found that the vase on the wooden cabinet in the corridor on the second floor had been replaced.

The original blue and white porcelain was replaced with a light blue pure color porcelain vase, which looks warm and moist like jade, but it doesn't quite resemble Brother Zhaomou's style.

As soon as Wang Zhaomou left the room, he also saw new products on the wooden cabinet.

But I don't seem to have bought a similar porcelain bottle.

"Master." Mrs. Cheng responded with a smile when she saw the three of them staring at the porcelain vase, "I asked someone to repair the vase last night. When Master Su heard the news, he took the initiative to come to me and sent me this sky blue glazed porcelain vase , and told you to put it on."

Su Yunwen?

Wang Zhaomou frowned slightly, "Send it back."

Seeing Wang Zhaomou's firm attitude, Mrs. Cheng had no choice but to pick up the vase, turn around and go downstairs to put it in a box.

Ji Lianhuo pursed his lips slightly, approached Wang Zhaomou, and opened his mouth with red ears.

"Brother Zhaomou, good morning."

"En." Wang Zhaomou looked down at the cub in the boy's arms, his face was flushed, and the slap marks from yesterday were still vaguely left.

I have to say that the little thing has a thick skin.

After breakfast, Wang Zhaomou was about to go to the company, but the boy carefully held him by the corner of his clothes.

"Brother Zhaomou, can I have a chat with you?" Ji Lianhuo raised his eyes a little nervously, with unconcealable uneasiness in his eyes.

"can."

Ji Lianhuo was so nervous, even Wang Zhaomou was also a little nervous.

After seeing the future heir of Leng's family kneeling on the ground to wipe the floor for himself last time, Wang Zhaomou felt that he couldn't stand such a terrible scene anymore.

Giving Ji Dabao to Mrs. Cheng as temporary care, as soon as they entered the study, Wang Zhaomou saw Ji Lianhuo take out a crumpled passbook and the piece of jade from his pocket.

"Brother Zhaomou, I'm sorry to break your antiques." Ji Lianhuo handed the things to the man in front of him with both hands, with guilt in his eyes.

"These are not enough, I will definitely work hard to pay you back in the future."

Wang Zhaomou looked down at the object in the young man's hand and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Not to mention that this is the only valuable thing that the young man has now, this piece of jade is Ji Lianhuo's only token that can prove his identity.

After Ji Lianhuo returned to Leng's house, Yu did not lose his coffee position. According to the plot in the novel, Ji Lianhuo passed this piece of jade to Leng Ye early, which is now Ji Dabao.

When Leng Ye was a teenager, he deeply loved the white moonlight in his heart, and gave this piece of jade to his sweetheart.

In the later stage, after Bai Yueguang returned to China, he took this piece of jade as an arrow and acted as a monster in Leng's various ways, and even took the jade to deliberately anger the heroine, causing the heroine to almost have a miscarriage.

When Wang Zhaomou watched this plot, his face was covered in blood. Now that the young man handed the jade to him, Wang Zhaomou chose to accept it without hesitation.

"I'll keep the jade for you first." Wang Zhaomou took the Panlongyu and let go of the crumpled passbook, "You keep the money, keep it for emergencies."

"Can you keep it for me?" Ji Lianhuo blushed, "I'm afraid I'll lose it when I get to school."

Ji Lianhuo deeply remembered that when he was at his elder brother's house, his elder brother would hand it over to his sister-in-law as soon as he received his salary every month.

The sister-in-law is counting the money, and will happily kiss her brother on the cheek. The brother smiles and hugs the sister-in-law tightly. The two of them are sweet.

As soon as the school was mentioned, Wang Zhaomou immediately reacted.

I am used to seeing Wang Zhaoyun domineering at school, but I don't know what kind of situation Ji Lianhuo will be in school.

Ji Lianhuo's family is in a bad situation, his relatives have passed away one after another, and he has the title of "disaster" outside. Just thinking about it, you know that Ji Lianhuo's life in school is not easy.

Wang Zhaomou took the passbook, looked at the numbers inside, and nodded to the young man, "I'll keep it for you."

Seeing Wang Zhaomou accept the passbook, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, subconsciously, wanting to talk more with the person in front of him.

"I will take good care of Dabao in the future. Dabao has always been very good. Yesterday, I don't know why, he got out of bed by himself while I was asleep, and was still crawling in the corridor."

Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly, thinking of the boy's room and the location of the broken vase in the corridor, he vaguely guessed that Ji Dabao most likely came to the study last night.

I asked Ji Lianhuo and Ji Dabao to come to the study yesterday, and there were three chapters in the agreement. Ji Dabao couldn't tell what he was looking for in the study, so he sneaked in at night when no one was there.

This idea is a bit absurd, but it is not impossible.

Wang Zhaomou raised his hand to adjust his glasses, and scanned the things in the study.

The more important documents have been locked in the cabinet all the time, so it is impossible for Ji Dabao to see them; yesterday Ji Dabao didn't pay attention to the expensive ornaments in the study.

Wang Zhaomou's eyes stopped on the desktop computer on the desk, and he already had a rough outline of the matter in his mind.

If his guess is correct, then Ji Dabao is likely to be reborn just like himself, but when he will be reborn, whether he knows that this world is a book, and whether he knows the plot of his life are still unknown.

Sitting at the desk, Wang Zhaomou's eyes moved slightly, and he called Lao Qi, informing him that he would work from home today, and asked him to buy a few packs of chestnuts and bring documents along the way.

Glancing at Ji Lianhuo's black eyes, Wang Zhaomou specifically told Lao Qi on the phone to ask for the sugar-fried chestnuts from the old man opposite the night hunting bar.

Lao Qi was extremely efficient in his work. He knocked on the door of the villa in no time, holding the document in one hand and five or six packs of hot roasted chestnuts in the other. He went upstairs two steps at a time and walked into the study.

Looking at the chestnuts on the table, Wang Zhaomou smiled and handed some to Ji Lianhuo. Ji Lianhuo thanked him with a blushing face, broke open one and ate it, it was extra sweet.

"Bring Dabao, too, and taste the chestnuts." Wang Zhaomou turned on the desktop computer, looked at the blue screen, and waited patiently for it to turn on.

With a smile on his face, Ji Lianhuo walked out of the study quickly. Lao Qi looked at the computer turned on by the boss, a little puzzled.

"Boss, where do you need a computer for files?"

Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes and glanced at Lao Qi leisurely.

"I play minesweeper."

That being said, Wang Zhaomou still opened the form, asked Lao Qi to sit in front of the computer, and took a document.

"According to the above, the statistical data of the drainage pipeline flow in the community in recent years, make a table."

"Ah?" Lao Qi was a little silly. Although he didn't understand why the boss asked him to make this kind of form, he took the document honestly, and tried to type numbers on the keyboard with one finger.

Lao Qi hadn't studied computers for a few days, but he also saw employees making forms, and now the boss rushed ducks to put them on the shelves, so he could only type words in the squares in a daze.

Ji Lianhuo rushed over with Ji Dabao in his arms, Wang Zhaomou took the cub, grabbed a handful of chestnuts, and put them in front of Ji Dabao.

Ji Dabao grinned extremely face-to-face, and grabbed Wang Zhaomou's fingers, his big black eyes were full of flattery.

Thanks bro for another chance!

Wang Zhaomou peeled the chestnut shell, his fingertips were stained with light brown sugar juice, and put the peeled chestnuts into Ji Dabao's mouth. Ji Dabao chewed hard with his only two teeth.

After the diagnosis and treatment in the hospital, and six meals a day during this period, Ji Dabao felt his gums were itchy, and he could feel two or three hard places with his hands.

Ji Dabao is confident that he will have five teeth in less than a month or two!

"Brother Zhaomou, I'll peel it." Ji Lianhuo quickly stepped forward, took the chestnut in Wang Zhaomou's hand, peeled it carefully, put a paper towel on the table, and put the peeled chestnut kernels by Wang Zhaomou's hand.

"Old Qi, bring a plate." Wang Zhaomou warded Lao Qi, and Lao Qi tapped hard on the keyboard with one finger. When he heard that he could escape, he left immediately without saying a word.

"Lianhuo, let me wash my hands. You give this bag of chestnuts to Mrs. Cheng." Wang Zhaomou put Ji Dabao on the sofa in the study, and turned to ask Ji Lianhuo.

"Is it okay to let Dabao sit here?"

Thinking of Ji Dabao being able to sit firmly on the kang, Ji Lianhuo nodded repeatedly while holding the chestnut bag, "Dabao is very good, Brother Zhaomou, don't worry."

Ji Dabao looked at the man in front of him obediently.

Brother, he is super obedient.

Ji Lianhuo and Wang Zhaomou left the study together, and Ji Dabao sat on the sofa and yawned.

After waiting for a while, none of the three came back. Ji Dabao couldn't help looking at the computer that was on, as if a little devil was speaking in his mind.

"The computer is right in front of you, still on, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

You just take a look and check the computer version to see if you can speculate in stocks! "

Ji Dabao rolled his eyes, now it is daytime, he will no longer just take a look because he can't see what he hits, and the computer is so close to him!

Ji Dabao poked his head cautiously, seeing no sign of anyone coming, so he turned around and moved down from the sofa a little bit.

The sofa is much shorter than the bed, the moment Ji Dabao put his feet on the ground, he instantly felt that he was doing well again!

Holding the table in front of the sofa, Ji Dabao crawled closer to the desk, looked up at the tall computer placed on the table, Ji Dabao climbed up the chair legs, raised his lower legs high, and put them on the chair , The body pushed up hard, and finally climbed onto the chair.

As if he had just climbed Mount Everest, Ji Dabao wiped his forehead, stood on the chair, held the table with both hands, and looked up at the computer screen.

According to Ji Dabao's knowledge, the computer systems that can be used for stock trading are best used for W95 and its later versions. The systems before W95 all use the third-generation processors, which are slower than the fourth-generation processors later. a lot of.

And to install stock trading software, the version should not be too low.

Ji Dabao tilted his body and glanced at the study door, and found no one came, so he stood on tiptoe and reached for the mouse.

After finally pulling the mouse over, Ji Dabao used his small hand to click the mouse to minimize the form on the screen, and then began to search for the version information of the computer.

The mouse at this time is not as easy to use in the future. There is a rolling ball under the mouse, which is not very sensitive when it is not on the mouse pad.

Ji Dabao has short arms and small hands. After trying to move the mouse for a while, he moved the cursor on the computer screen to "My Computer".

Before he had time to click on the "Properties" menu, Ji Dabao heard footsteps at the door, and there was more than one person!

The thief was particularly guilty. Ji Dabao panicked and sat down on the chair. The mouse was on the edge of the table, and Ji Dabao took it and fell off the table. Fortunately, there was still a cable behind it, so it didn't fall completely. , just dangling in mid-air.

Wang Zhaomou was the first to walk into the study room, and immediately saw the boy behind the computer, and could not help lowering his eyes, and raised his hand to adjust his glasses.

really.

Lao Qi and Ji Lianhuo came in one after another. Seeing the child's location, Lao Qi ran over immediately, pulled up the mouse, and couldn't find the form he had just made for a long time.

Ji Lianhuo glanced at the computer screen, then looked down at his nephew quietly.

Ji Dabao blinked innocently, "Wow" a few times, trying to pretend he didn't know anything.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Qi." Ji Lianhuo hugged Ji Dabao and looked at Wang Zhaomou calmly, "Brother Zhaomou, I'll take Dabao back to the room for a while."

Wang Zhaomou didn't stop him, and quietly watched Ji Lianhuo leave quickly with Ji Dabao in his arms.

The uncle's eyes were cold, and Ji Dabao immediately sensed that something was wrong, and tried hard to break free from Ji Lianhuo's embrace, but he was hugged even tighter by the uncle.

"Wow, woo!" Ji Dabao was very flustered, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Uncle won't hit himself!

Never fought in the last life!

As soon as he entered the room, Ji Dabao was pressed on the bed, turned his head and watched helplessly as his uncle took off his crotch pants, aimed at the position, and "slapped" his hand.

This voice echoed in the room for a long time, and it also rang repeatedly in Ji Dabao's ears.

Ji Lianhuo pursed his thin lips tightly, and his eyes were absolutely calm.

Another "slap" slap, Ji Dabao felt pain from his buttocks after he couldn't believe it.

"Wow!" Ji Dabao couldn't help crying, but Ji Lianhuo's movements didn't stop at all.

Although the soundproofing of the room was relatively good, Wang Zhaomou and Lao Qi could still hear the child's miserable cry.

"Boss..." Lao Qi hesitated, "Do you want me to persuade you?"

"No need to persuade, it's their housework." Wang Zhaomou sat back at the desk with calm eyes.

"Then...shall I close the door?" Lao Qi's heart is tough when it is hard, and softer when it is soft, especially he doesn't want to hear children cry.

"No need to shut it down." Wang Zhaomou glanced at Lao Qi, and the scene of Lao Qi being knocked into the water by Wang's enemies after the group went bankrupt flashed through his mind.

You should listen too.

"Actually, I didn't do much just now. I never learned how to use a computer before."

Lao Qi sat in front of the computer, moved the mouse unskillfully, and rummaged around. After a while, Lao Qi clicked somewhere, and the form he just made immediately popped up.

"I found the boss!" Lao Qi couldn't hide his excitement, "I'll go tell Xiao Ji to stop beating him!"

Wang Zhaomou looked down at his watch, and the crying from the other side of the room became weaker and weaker.

Don't break the child.

I have to fight in the future.

Wang Zhaomou got up, and Lao Qi immediately followed behind. Seeing the boss's knuckles slightly bent, he gently knocked on the door of the guest room.

The door opened after a while, and Wang Zhaomou saw Ji Dabao lying on the bed at a glance, his buttocks were glowing red from the beating, his face was covered with tears and snot, and his little face was flushed from crying.

And helpless, and weak.

Miserable and pitiful.

"I found the form." Lao Qi was full of guilt, "I didn't lose any of the numbers. Dabao probably played with the mouse out of curiosity, so there's no need to type it like this."

"Uncle Qi, it's none of your business." Ji Lianhuo looked cold and pointed at Ji Dabao, who kept choking, "He just broke brother Zhaomou's antique vase last night, and today he went to play with the mouse, press my brother In other words, the child's skin is itchy and needs to relax."

"Ah?" Lao Qi was full of surprise, then looked at the boy on the bed, and suddenly understood the reason why the boss refused to persuade him just now.

No wonder!

"It's education." Lao Qi watched the boy and nodded, reaching a consensus.

"Woo, woo." Ji Dabao lay on the bed, crying more and more sadly.

Obviously, my uncle never beat me in the last life, why in this life, I hit him so ruthlessly, my ass was beaten to the ground, and I cried so heartbreakingly, my uncle didn't even mess up the rhythm of his strikes.

Rhythm master you!

"Give Dabao some medicine." Wang Zhaomou stepped forward, looked at Dabao's injury, "Ice compress first."

Hearing the sound, Ji Dabao looked movedly at the man in front of him.

Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes, and smiled meaningfully at Ji Dabao, who was full of snot and tears.

Ji Dabao was beaten so badly that he couldn't get out of bed, and his butt hurt when he moved. Ji Lianhuo followed Wang Zhaomou's advice and applied ice on the first day, followed by hot compresses and medicine. It took more than ten days for Ji Dabao to sit on the bed comfortably. .

This education was still very effective. Ji Dabao didn't dare to enter the study even if he was beaten to death, even if he was hugged by Wang Zhaomou, he would not go in. Occasionally passing by the door of the study, he always looked sad.

Whoever touches the computer again is a dog!

×××

At three o'clock in the morning in the staff dormitory of the plastic factory, the green-haired Wang Zhaoyun slept on the upper bunk, with big dark circles under his eyes.

"Huh, huh, moo..."

The snoring sounds kept coming and going in the staff dormitory. Wang Zhaoyun felt like he was on a farm, and he could smell the strong smell of feet when he turned his head slightly.

Wang Zhaoyun's eyes were so hot that he couldn't open them. When he thought of his father ordering him to work as a worker in the factory and earn 600 million yuan before he could go home, he felt bitter.

Why did I have to make trouble in the first place?

How can I not make trouble, I am still sleeping on the big bed at home, sleeping beautifully.

Imagining that he was at home, Wang Zhaoyun closed his eyes and felt that the bed under him began to shake as soon as he dozed off.

"Wake up!" Someone patted Wang Zhaoyun's bed.

Wang Zhaoyun tried to open his eyes, and found that the sky outside was not completely bright. All the workers in the dormitory had already got up, took their own plastic basins and toothbrush bowls, put a towel on their shoulders, and entered the water room.

Wang Zhaoyun sniffed, got up aggrieved, and lined up empty-handed outside the water room without folding the quilt.

It was hard for him to get in the queue. When the two workers on both sides squeezed, Wang Zhaoyun was squeezed out before he could wash his face. The next person quickly squeezed in and turned on the faucet with the washbasin in his hand.

Wang Zhaoyun wanted to cry, but had no choice but to walk out of the water room, and followed another team of workers to the cafeteria to get breakfast.

Two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and a boiled egg.

Wang Zhaoyun tasted the steamed buns, and there was an inexplicable strange smell, which was completely different from what he ate at home, so he could barely finish the porridge with boiled eggs.

On the first day at the factory, Wang Zhaoyun was assigned to the injection molding workshop. As soon as he entered the workshop, he was greeted by a pungent smell of plastic. Wang Zhaoyun turned his head and ran out of the workshop.

Looking at the mocking eyes of the workers around him, Wang Zhaoyun realized that they were all wearing masks. When he entered the factory yesterday, someone also sent him two, but he didn't care at all.

After returning to the staff dormitory to put on a mask, when Wang Zhaoyun entered the workshop, the employees had already finished their morning exercises to move their bodies. A female employee was assigned to take Wang Zhaoyun. When she saw the person she was going to take, the female employee was full of disgust.

The female employee took Wang Zhaoyun to sit in front of an injection molding machine, handed Wang Zhaoyun a blade wrapped in scotch tape, and then taught Wang Zhaoyun to wrap his fingers with white medical tape.

What Wang Zhaoyun has to do is to use a knife to cut off the burrs of the plastic parts coming out of the injection molding machine. The jargon is called cutting the edge.

When Wang Zhaoyun first started doing it, he felt that it was not difficult at all, and it was a bit fun, but before the whole morning, Wang Zhaoyun began to feel irritable.

Holding the blade hard all the time, my fingers started to hurt. The parts that just came out of the injection molding machine were very hot, and if I was not careful, I would burn my hands.

Wang Zhaoyun's fingers hurt badly, and when she turned her head to look, she found that the female employee who was leading her had cracked and peeled fingers, with cuts in several places!

"Aren't you in pain?" Wang Zhaoyun couldn't help asking.

"Just get used to it." The female employee glanced at Wang Zhaoyun, "You can't even do this job, can you?"

Wang Zhaoyun looked down at his fingers, a little aggrieved.

"Cutting off the front is light work. You can see that the people sitting around you are all female workers." The female employees lowered their heads and went about their work with quick hands and feet.

"What kind of parts are these?" Wang Zhaoyun held a finished product and asked in a low voice.

"Deputy Manager Wu worked hard to get this." The female employee gave Wang Zhaoyun a blank look, "If there is no such order, we will close the factory, my mother is still sick, you wanted our lives before, right? "

"I..." Wang Zhaoyun choked, not knowing how to answer.

"We beg you, don't do this kind of thing again." The female employee was full of indignation when she thought of it.

"The Wang family's plastic factory pays high wages, including food and lodging. The injection molding workshop we stayed in gave us a subsidy if there was a smell.

As soon as you came, you almost closed down this place, and we will be homeless when the time comes, and you will still eat and drink spicy food! "

"Yes, I'm sorry." Wang Zhaoyun bowed his head guiltily, not daring to look at the female workers around him again.

After working in the factory for more than ten days in a row, Wang Zhaoyun was so sleepy that he would fall asleep while sitting on the toilet, and was dragged out of the toilet by the inspectors in the workshop to criticize him.

I don't know how many mornings, Wang Zhaoyun lowered his head and gnawed on the steamed buns with numb eyes, and heard a few whispers beside him.

"I heard that he was scolded by the director of the injection molding workshop again?"

"Isn't it? The factory he caused almost went bankrupt, and everyone is holding grudges!"

"Aren't you afraid of his revenge in the future?"

"Revenge? The entire Wang Group belongs to Mr. Wang. It's his elder brother who is capable, not him. I heard that he slandered Mr. Wang in private before. Who wants such a younger brother..."

Wang Zhaoyun sniffed, his eyes were reddened uncontrollably.

That afternoon, Wang Zhaoyun received her first salary, 840 yuan and 80 cents, including a workshop allowance of 100 yuan and a fine of [-] yuan.

600 million away, and...

Wang Zhaoyun couldn't keep counting, holding his salary, squatted on the ground and began to cry.

Brother, can you love me again!

×××

In mid-January, the students had already had their winter vacation one after another. Wang Zhaomou found Ji Lianhuo the textbooks for the third year of high school, and asked him to grasp the basics again.

A lot of time has passed since Ji Lianhuo dropped out of school. After such a long period of sinking in society, I am tense every day, and I am afraid that I have forgotten most of the things I remembered before.

The college entrance examination will be in June. After careful calculation, there is not much time left for Ji Lianhuo.

Ji Lianhuo had to concentrate on his studies, and the matter of taking care of the children fell on Mrs. Cheng. Fortunately, after the previous education, Ji Dabao restrained himself a lot, and he would never run around if he sat in one place.

At lunch time, Mrs. Cheng knocked on the door, and Ji Lianhuo looked up from his notes in the book, quickly finished the questions at hand, and went downstairs to the restaurant for dinner.

"How did you learn today?" Mrs. Cheng asked with concern as if asking her own child. Ji Lianhuo hugged Ji Dabao and smiled shyly at Mrs. Cheng.

Ji Dabao sat in Ji Lianhuo's arms with his mouth pursed, his small eyes still held a bit of resentment.

That beating had already left indelible scars on the young heart. My own uncle was not as good as an outsider like Wang Zhaomou. Wang Zhaomou knew how to care about his injuries, but his uncle was so ruthless!

It just doesn't make sense!

Ji Lianhuo held Ji Dabao in one hand and picked up the chopsticks in the other, subconsciously looking at the empty main seat.

Brother Zhaomou has been very busy recently, never came back for lunch, and came back late at night, the number of times he was able to see him was getting less and less.

Ji Lianhuo lowered his eyes, and before he had eaten two mouthfuls of rice, he heard someone ring the doorbell of the villa. Mrs. Cheng immediately walked over, glanced at the person coming, and opened the door hesitantly.

A boy with greasy green hair walked into the villa, and when he came, he screamed, "Where is my brother, where is my brother!"

"Master Zhaoyun." Mrs. Cheng said helplessly, "Master Zhaomou is still in the company."

"I just went to the company to look for him!" Wang Zhaoyun sat down on the sofa in the living room, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and there were two big dark circles under his eyes.

"I asked his assistant secretary, he left early at noon, and it has been like this all this time!"

Wang Zhaoyun turned her head and begged Mrs. Cheng, "Hurry up, call my brother, I need him urgently!"

Seeing this, Mrs. Cheng didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately used her landline at home to call Wang Zhaomou.

"Master Zhaomou said that he will come in a while." Mrs. Cheng turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare tea and desserts for the guests. Wang Zhaoyun glanced around the house, and at a glance, he saw people, big and small, in the dining room.

Is this what Dad said before, the person Brother Zhaomou raised in the villa?

Wang Zhaoyun looked curious, tried his best to support his body, walked to the dining table, and looked at the boy in front of him.

This person seems to be about the same age as him, and he looks better than him, but he looks familiar when he looks at him?

"Hello." Wang Zhaoyun greeted impolitely, "What's your name?"

Ji Lianhuo remembered that Wang Zhaomou said that he had a half-brother and an older sister. The one in front of him should be the younger brother who was blackmailed by Zhaomou last time.

"My name is Ji Lianhuo."

Ji Lianhuo stood up, hugged Ji Dabao, and looked at his peers in front of him.

"Ji Lianhuo?" Wang Zhaoyun felt more and more familiar with the name, but couldn't remember hearing it.

Mrs. Cheng brought tea and snacks, but Wang Zhaoyun simply gave up on remembering, and stuffed the snacks into his mouth with a plate.

"I'm starving to death." Wang Zhaoyun said with a mouthful of dim sum, "Quick, give me a cup of tea!"

Mrs. Cheng stared blankly at Wang Zhaoyun eating his snacks like a hungry wolf. Wang Zhaoyun was rubbing his stomach and was about to say something when he heard the door rattle. He turned around and saw that the second brother he was thinking of was at the door!

Mrs. Cheng and Ji Lianhuo watched Wang Zhaoyun change his face in a second, and ran towards Wang Zhaomou with a crying voice. Near the place where his second brother was, they suddenly slipped and knelt down and hugged Wang Zhaomou's leg tightly.

"Brother!" Wang Zhaoyun cried hoarsely.

"I want to go to school!"

Wang Zhaoyun's actions immediately reminded Wang Zhaomou of the unbearable past after drinking, but