Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

"There are other people who will take care of the housework for me." Wang Zhaomou looked normal, leaning back against the sofa in a natural posture, with his long legs resting lightly.

"That's right." Leng Xiuming stood up with a smile, raised his finger and pointed around, "Do you mind if I visit the public area?"

"Whatever you want." Wang Zhaomou shook the teacup.

"I'll tell you the truth." Leng Xiuming visited the living room, looking at the antique calligraphy and paintings in the living room, "Except for my two cousins, my father was very romantic before marriage, and I have been worried that there will be some illegitimate children Suddenly jumped out and competed with me for the Leng family property."

Leng Xiuming walked leisurely, "Grandpa is currently optimistic about Huaguo's market. If competition really starts, he will most likely allow me and others to flex their muscles in Huaguo."

"So." Leng Xiuming turned to look at Wang Zhaomou, smiling, "It would be a great thing to have friends in China to help."

Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly and remained silent.

"If things are as I expected, if I win this battle, I will give unimaginable benefits to those who have helped me." Leng Xiuming glanced at the dining room next to the living room. In the fruit basket on the dining room table, Pick up an apple.

"Of course, the best situation is that there is no struggle, and you are safe and sound..." Leng Xiuming suddenly stopped when he picked up the fruit knife in the fruit basket and pointed it at the apple.

Leng Xiuming moved the apple over, saw the high-end European-style all-wood dining table under the apple, and brushed his fingers over the grain on the dining table.

This texture seems to be very similar to the background texture under the Panlongyu in the forum photos.

Leng Xiuming's voice stopped suddenly, Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes and saw that there was no smile on Leng Xiuming's face, and his eyes were fixed on the dining table.

Wang Zhaomou got up and stood beside Leng Xiuming, looking down at the wood grain on the dining table, his heart skipped a beat.

At that time, Ji Dabao was probably at the dining table, taking pictures of Panlongyu,

The background of Panlongyu is just a part of this dining table.

Leng Xiuming slowly raised his head and looked at Wang Zhaomou.

Wang Zhaomou was holding the teacup, his heart was tense, and his face was calm.

Even if the wood grains on the table were illuminated, it would be impossible for Leng Xiuming to recognize them just like that.

There are tens of thousands of furniture with wood grain. Even if the texture of each solid wood furniture is different, it cannot be easily distinguished by human eyes.

Leng Xiuming was testing himself.

Facing Leng Xiuming's gaze, Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly.

"President Leng also likes solid wood furniture?"

Leng Xiuming's eyes moved, and he stared closely at the eyes of the person in front of him, seeing that the person opposite was not a little nervous. After a pause for a while, he couldn't help wondering if he was too sensitive.

There are probably countless furniture in Sioux City with similar wood grain in the photos.

"Yes." Leng Xiuming stood up straight, feeling unsteady, and brushed his fingers across the table, "I also like solid wood furniture."

"There is a furniture market in Sucheng, and there are at least a dozen stores selling solid wood furniture." Wang Zhaomou raised his hand to adjust his glasses, smiling, "You can go and have a look if you have time."

"Okay." Leng Xiuming smiled, took out his phone and checked the time, "I seem to be leaving, Mr. Wang, see you next time."

"Goodbye." Wang Zhaomou sent the person to the door politely, and the smile on his lips disappeared little by little after seeing Leng Xiuming get in the car and leave.

Leng Xiuming sat in the car, thought for a while, and asked the driver.

"Go to the furniture market in Sioux City."

Wang Zhaomou turned around and walked into the villa, looking at the solid wooden dining table in the dining room with serious eyes.

After Ji Lianhuo finished his military training in the afternoon, he quickly took a shower and changed clothes in the dormitory, then drove to the nearby vegetable market, stared at the vegetables on the stall, and carefully selected them.

Potatoes that grow too ugly cannot be eaten by Zhao Zhao.

Celery is not tender, so it is not suitable for Zhao Zhao's stomach.

The little rapeseed doesn't look juicy anymore, how can Zhao Zhao eat it.

Ji Lianhuo walked around the vegetable market, but his hands were still empty, and he received a dozen supercilious looks from the stall owner for free.

Ji Lianhuo thought for a long time, then drove to the shopping plaza, the supermarket on the first floor of the shopping plaza, Zhaozhao took him to shop, and there was everything in it.

Ji Lianhuo stood in the vegetable section of the life supermarket, looked at the various vegetables that were obviously better than those in the vegetable market, and quickly selected the vegetables to be prepared today. Looking at the price tag on it, he pursed his lips.

The price of vegetables here is almost two or three times that of vegetables in the vegetable market.

Driving home with the selected dishes, as soon as Ji Lianhuo entered the villa, he found that brother Zhaomou had arrived early today and was in the living room, hugging Ji Dabao, pinching his chubby face expressionlessly.

"Ba Ba!" Ji Dabao felt like a decompression ball, and tears flowed from being squeezed by Wang Zhaomou. He saw his uncle coming, and thought he could be saved, but he didn't expect his uncle to smile and said that his butt felt like it was slapped. Also very good.

Ji Dabao looked at his uncle in disbelief, and then he was turned over by his elder brother who was hugging him, and there was a loud sound on his buttocks.

Ji Dabao stared blankly at the sofa, his buttocks hurt and numb, he didn't understand how he got to this point.

Ji Lianhuo walked into the kitchen and quickly prepared today's meals. When he put the dishes on the table, he vaguely sensed something was wrong. When he took a closer look, he found that the wood grain on the table seemed to have changed.

I don't know the other positions, but Ji Lianhuo remembered the lines on the table where he and brother Zhaomou sat.

The new dining table is almost identical to the previous one, and you can't tell it without careful identification.

"Brother Zhaomou, did you change the table?" Ji Lianhuo wiped his hands and asked Wang Zhaomou cautiously.

"It's been changed." Wang Zhaomou looked at Mr. Leng, who was struggling under him, his eyes were a little dark.

Ji Lianhuo squatted in front of Wang Zhaomou, looked at Wang Zhaomou's expression, and then at Ji Dabao, and immediately reacted.

"Brother Zhaomou, did Dabao get into trouble again?"

Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and said nothing, while Ji Dabao's face was full of innocence, looking at Wang Zhaomou's expression, he suddenly felt even worse.

It's not big brother, I didn't do anything this time, what's the matter with your eyes!

"Ji Dabao!"

Hearing his uncle's angry voice, Ji Lianhuo gesticulated and tried to explain, "No goose, no goose!"

There are no geese! ! !

The next moment Ji Dabao was picked up, Ji Lianhuo frowned, carried Ji Dabao to the corner, and punished Ji Dabao to face the wall.

"Think about what you did wrong!"

Ji Dabao still wanted to argue, but received a slap on the buttocks, and his uncle's voice was a bit harsh behind him.

"Stand up!"

Facing the corner of the wall, Ji Dabao couldn't help crying, feeling that he was more wronged than Dou E.

Today I learned ancient poetry, English, and tongue-twisting Russian, and my saliva is almost finished.

Could it be because I accidentally splashed spittle on that Russian teacher's face today, so that guy sued Wang Zhaomou?

The more Ji Dabao thought about it, the more likely it was. He leaned his head against the corner of the wall and bowed his head pitifully.

Ji Lianhuo served all the meals on the table, Wang Zhaomou sat at the head seat, and glanced at Ji Dabao who was growing mushrooms in the corner, his eyes softened.

"Brother Zhaomou, don't be angry because of Dabao." Ji Lianhuo sat next to him, looked closely at the man in front of him, and said cautiously, "Being angry hurts your body."

Wang Zhaomou looked at Ji Lianhuo, feeling much relieved, raised his hand to touch the young man's head, and then looked at the food on the table, his eyes were soft.

"Thanks a lot."

"It's not hard work at all!" Ji Lianhuo's eyes lit up instantly, and he picked up food for Wang Zhaomou with his serving chopsticks, "Brother Zhaomou, try it!"

"Sister Cheng will probably be back tomorrow." Wang Zhaomou picked up the bamboo chopsticks, picked up the vegetables in the bowl, put them in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

"When Mrs. Cheng comes back, you don't have to work so hard."

When he heard that Mrs. Cheng was coming back, Ji Lianhuo lowered his shoulders, his eyes hard to hide his disappointment.

As long as Mrs. Cheng is around, I won't have the chance to cook for brother Zhaomou. Although he only made two meals, Ji Lianhuo found that he deeply likes the feeling of making food for brother Zhaomou, especially watching the people in front of him eat every bite. Looking at the meals I cook, I feel an indescribable satisfaction and joy in my heart.

Now this satisfaction is gone.

Ji Lianhuo was eating his meal in a low mood, when he faintly heard the sound of "gurgling".

Wang Zhaomou stopped his chopsticks and looked towards the corner of the wall. Seeing this, Ji Lianhuo followed Wang Zhaomou's gaze and saw the boy with his head against the wall.

Perhaps attracted by the smell of the food, Ji Dabao made a "gululu" sound in his stomach again. Although he is small, the voice in his stomach sang loudly.

Ji Lianhuo got up, led Ji Dabao to Wang Zhaomou, looked down at his nephew sternly.

"Do you know what's wrong with you?"

"Understood." Ji Dabao was full of tears, and looked up at Wang Zhaomou.

"Baba, the goose is wrong, the goose never dares to spit on the teacher again."

Wang Zhaomou paused, he didn't expect Mr. Leng to do such a thing.

"Why do you disrespect the teacher so much!" Ji Lianhuo slapped Ji Dabao's ass hard, Ji Dabao's eyes were full of grievances, "Russian is too difficult to learn, and I can't control my tongue and mouth."

"You have learned Russian for so long, do you know a sentence?" Wang Zhaomou looked down at Ji Dabao, wanting to check Mr. Leng's Russian level.

Ji Dabao held back for a long time, looked at Wang Zhaomou, then at his uncle, his heart beat, and his little hands fought hard.

"Ula!"

Wang Zhaomou raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.

Ji Lianhuo smiled when he saw Wang Zhaomou showing his face.

"Let's eat." Wang Zhaomou looked back at the vegetables in the bowl. Ji Lianhuo saw that Wang Zhaomou's mood had returned to normal, and went to the kitchen to make milk powder for Ji Dabao. He also brought a bowl of boiling water and continued to boil the vegetables.

Wang Zhaomou quietly finished the food in the bowl, got up and went upstairs, Ji Lianhuo's eyes closely followed the man's back, saw the study door closed, raised his hand involuntarily, touched his forehead, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

This is where Zhao Zhao kissed.

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Leng Xiuming investigated the solid wood furniture market for a few days and came up with a long list of photos of solid wood furniture. Suddenly there was a sound outside the hotel room. Leng Xiuming got up and found that it was Leng Wanyin who had brought someone back.

"Aunt." Seeing Leng Wanyin, Leng Xiuming asked urgently, "Did you find anything?"

Leng Wanyin looked at her nephew, her eyes darkened, showing a somewhat regretful expression.

Leng Xiuming immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped forward to pat the dust off Leng Wanyin's body.

"Auntie, I told you earlier that the focus of our visit this time is to find the person who is holding the Panlong Jade to make trouble, to avenge the aunts and cousins, and to return the Panlong Jade to the Leng family. , will also be gratifying."

"Do you have a clue?" Leng Wanyin looked at her nephew, and found that he seemed to know something.

"I suddenly thought of the background of the Panlong jade in the picture on the forum." Leng Xiuming said seriously, "I consulted relevant experts, and the other party said that the background color and texture are very likely to be the texture of black walnut wood. I am looking into it. Someone who bought black walnut furniture in Sioux City."

"How is the investigation going?" Leng Wanyin was also very concerned.

"Because the price of black walnut furniture is high, not many people buy it. Now the list is being compiled, and the results will be seen in two days at most." Leng Xiuming said seriously.

Leng Wanyin's eyes moved, "If the other party didn't buy it in her own name, wouldn't the list you got be in vain?"

"I will investigate one by one." Leng Xiu's eyes were serious, "Most of the black walnut wood is imported from the United States, and I found that the import of black walnut wood in Sioux City is very small. I dare to say that Sioux City has black walnut furniture. There are no more than a dozen people, even if we investigate one by one, it will not take a few days."

Leng Wanyin looked at her nephew and nodded.

"Then aunt, I will continue to pursue this clue." Leng Xiuming was about to return to the room when Leng Wanyin coughed lightly.

"There's something I need to tell you."

"What?" Looking at Leng Wanyin's expression, Leng Xiuming had a vague premonition in his heart.

"Your grandfather has already boarded the special plane to China." Leng Wanyin smiled, "Get ready to pick up the plane tomorrow."