Old Wang Doesn't want to be Tragic (Rebirth)

8.1 He's so good

Pretending not to notice the boy's embarrassment, Wang Zhaomou picked up the apples into the bag. Seeing that there weren't many left in the orange basket next to him, he simply asked Ji Lianhuo to weigh them and buy them all.

"The total is...eighteen yuan and thirty cents." Ji Lianhuo secretly checked the calculation several times to make sure it was correct before speaking out.

Wang Zhaomou took out his wallet and pulled out a brand new one hundred. Ji Lianhuo shook his head with red ears.

"The money you gave me last time was a lot more."

"The last time was the last time." Wang Zhaomou smiled slightly and continued to pass the banknotes in his hand forward.

"I, I can't accept this." Ji Lianhuo lowered his head, his ears were red and translucent, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes to face the young man opposite.

Wang Zhaomou glanced around, took the money and walked towards the man selling sugar and roasted chestnuts.

"Give me eight bags of chestnuts."

"The boss wants eight bags!" Uncle Yu smiled and narrowed his eyes, accepting the money from Wang Zhaomou's hand, "There are two kilograms in one bag, five yuan, eight bags is forty."

Seeing the old man packing the chestnuts, Wang Zhaomou told Old Qi, "Keep two packages and give the rest to your subordinates."

"Thank you, boss." Old Qi raised a smile, and picked up the chestnuts and distributed them to several strong men patrolling the street.

It's been so cold recently, now they had a warm bag of sugar-roasted chestnuts to eat. Several people quickly thanked him and looked at the big boss in front of the chestnut stall with a subtle smile.

Wang Zhaomou peel a chestnut and put it into his mouth. Uncle Yu looked at the situation on the other side with uncontrollable surprise in his eyes.

"Boss Wang, Are they your subordinates?"

"Yeah." Wang Zhaomou responded gracefully while walkind towards the fruit stall.

Uncle Yu moved step by step and followed Wang Zhaomou to the fruit stall, full of doubts.

"You, are you going to..."

"It's for a project of the company." Wang Zhaomou took out a twenty and handed it to the boy who stood stunned, his chin slightly raised, "In that building."

Uncle Yu looked in the direction indicated by Wang Zhaomou and saw the old building behind him.

That building is quite large, with all six floors built. Counting the time, it has been built for more than ten years. The paint on the surface of the building has been severely damaged. Compared with the newly built bar across the street, it looks particularly shabby.

"Are you going to renovate it?" Uncle Yu asked tentatively.

Wang Zhaomou smiled and saw through the old man's little thought at a glance.

The apartment building opposite is in a good location. If it is renovated, the price will definitely rise.

"Master, do you have any spare money?" Wang Zhaomou smiled and looked at the young man opposite him, who carefully changed the money for himself, and the ones he picked were relatively new banknotes.

"Hehe." Uncle Yu smiled sheepishly, "It's for my son. My daughter-in-law is pregnant and they are preparing to buy a house."

Wang Zhaomou nodded with understanding, "Then let your son buy in this."

Uncle Yu's eyes lit up, and he saw the young master of the Wang family with a smile in his eyes, "I don't know, maybe you will be able to get a new house soon."

Uncle Yu's eyelids twitched, and he instantly understood that this area was probably going to be demolished.

Suppressing his excitement, Uncle Yu returned to his stall and filled another large bag of chestnuts with trembling hands.

Seeing the young man finally picking up the money one by one and handing it over respectfully with both hands, Wang Zhaomou felt a trace of pressure in his heart and took it with both hands.

"Ah woo!" Ji Dabao waved his little hand excitedly. Wang Zhaomou raised his eyes, glanced at Ji Dabao's red face, resisted the urge to pinch him hard, and fixed his gaze on the young man's face.

The young man was at a loss, and his eyes subconsciously dodge, like a puppy, holding the child , looking up at himself from time to time, and then quickly lowering his head.

Looking at it this way, Wang Zhaomou immediately noticed the bruises on the young man's face.

"What's going on?" Wang Zhaomou stood opposite Ji Lianhuo, compared the injuries on Ji Lianhuo's face, raised his hand and gently wiped the corresponding position on his cheek with his index finger.

It was like being caressed carefully . The redness on Ji Lianhuo's ears instantly spread to the side of his face. His heart was beating wildly. It took him a long time to find his voice.

"I wat hit, hit."

The young man's eyes were dark and bright, but unfortunately he couldn't lie. Wang Zhaomou smiled and did not expose him.

He asked Old Qi to recruit people to patrol this street after that day. Those gangsters never showed up after hearing the news. The injuries on Ji Lianhuo's face were definitely not the work of gangsters, so who else?

Is it family, or a drunk customer?

Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a hint of smile, "Is it possible that someone is drunk and causing trouble for you like me..."

"No, no!" Ji Lianhuo shook his head repeatedly, fearing that the man in front of him would think of somewhere else, "It was at home!"

Then it's the family.

"Ah woo!" Ji Dabao seemed dissatisfied with being ignored by the two of them, waving his hands hard, staring at Wang Zhaomou with his two big round eyes, looking like "please give me a hug."

Ji Lianhuo blushed and pushed down Ji Dabao's head. Ji Dabao continued to poke his head out and stretched out his small hands towards Wang Zhaomou.

Brother, look at me!

So huggable!