When he arrived at the train station, Song Yuanchao found a place to park his car, checked the time and went straight to the restaurant next to the station for breakfast.

Breakfast is very simple, just the four common foods in Shanghai: flatbread, fried dough sticks, rice, and soy milk.

Song Yuanchao ordered two large cakes and one deep-fried dough stick, and a bowl of salty soy milk. He folded the deep-fried dough stick in half, sandwiched it between two large cakes, took a bite and then drank a sip of salty soy milk. It was really comfortable.

After eating, he saw that the time was almost up, and Song Yuanchao went to the exit to wait. Qin Zhengguo's train was very punctual today, and it actually arrived only twenty minutes late. Soon after the train arrived, a group of people appeared at the empty exit.

The flow of people going out was so crowded that Song Yuanchao was overwhelmed.

After looking for a long time, Qin Zhengguo and Gu Jie were not seen. Just as Song Yuanchao continued to look for them in the crowd, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. When he looked back, he felt happy.

"Zheng Guo! Gu Jie! Where did you come from?"

Behind him, Qin Zhengguo and Gu Jie were looking at him happily. Song Yuanchao stepped forward and gave Qin Zhengguo a big hug, followed by Gu Jie.

"You guy, why are you so disgusting after we haven't seen each other for half a year? Why are you hugging me like this? You're not a big girl. Why are you hugging me? By the way, did you take a shower yesterday? Why do you smell like meat?

"Look, look, can you afford to pay for my coat being stained?" Qin Zhengguo tilted his head and looked at Song Yuanchao with a look of disgust, and even showed off the coat he was wearing.

Not to mention, this guy has been hanging out in Yangcheng for more than half a year and has changed his gun. Compared with when he first came to Shanghai, Qin Zhengguo was wearing a blue cloth jacket and green military trousers, his head was as messy as a chicken coop, and he was carrying a dozen

There was a patched bag in it, and a half-eaten roasted potato was still in his hand. After more than ten years of storage, this look was a typical example of blind circulation.

But now Qin Zhengguo is different. He has a oiled hair and wears a high-end black woolen coat. Underneath is a straight Mao suit. The lower body is a pair of trousers that match the Mao suit. He has a pair of polished leather shoes on his feet and a pair of polished leather shoes in his hands.

He also carried a black leather briefcase. If he didn't recognize him, he would have thought he was some big boss.

"Hey, you boy is so capable! This coward is flying on a plane wearing a body suit - he starts to shake? What? What if it gets dirty? What can you do to me?"

As he said this, Song Yuanchao and Qin Zhengguo also tilted their heads and looked at him with expressions of extreme contempt.

"What are you looking at? What are you looking at?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Try again?"

“Just try it!”

The two of them stared at each other at the same time, their heads almost touching each other. People walking by were startled when they saw it, and they hurriedly hid to the side in fear. Could it be that they were going to start a fight with this look?

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But who would have thought that after just a few seconds of staring at each other, these two guys burst out laughing at the same time, hugging each other's back and having a lot of fun. Song Yuanchao and Qin Zhengguo often did this trick when they went to the countryside.

Play.

Seeing them laughing and having fun, Gu Jie beside him was also very happy, and he actually envied their deep relationship.

"Brother Song, Brother Zhengguo, let's talk after you go back." When you see the two of them, you make a fist and hit me, and I stretch out my hand to tease you for fun. Gu Jie looked around and reminded them quickly. After all, this is a public place.

It would be bad to cause trouble and bring trouble to the police. Anyway, they are all back to Shanghai, so it won't be too late to make trouble again when they get home.

Song Yuanchao helped them carry their luggage. The two guys came back with a lot of luggage this time, five or six large and small bags, all of which were bulging. Fortunately, Song Yuanchao drove here, otherwise it would be really difficult to get them.

Taking them to the parking place, they saw Song Yuanchao actually driving a 212. Qin Zhengguo's eyes lit up again, and he turned around as if he was tempted, but this time Song Yuanchao would not give him the key. This was not a bicycle, but a car.

God knows that Qin Zhengguo can't drive, and even if Song Yuanchao can drive, he won't be able to drive. It's the New Year soon. If there's a car accident on the road, can't we survive the New Year?

He put things in the car and greeted them to get in. Qin Zhengguo sat in the front seat and Gu Jie sat in the back. As soon as they got in, they looked around the car and muttered something about how nice the car was.

"You guys have never seen a car in Yangcheng? Isn't it just a 212? I heard that there should be a lot of good cars there, right?"

"There are good cars, but you have to be qualified to ride in them! Not to mention good cars, I have never ridden in a car like this a few times. Yuan Korea, where did this car come from? Can you find time for me to practice?"

"Screw you, this is a borrowed car and you have to pay it back. Besides, can you drive it? If it crashes and you lose your arms and legs, it won't matter. If the car breaks down, you have to pay for it."

"Bah, bah, bah, how can you talk like that? You can learn to drive if you don't know how. How could this person know how to drive from birth? By the way, let me tell you, I can drive a motorcycle now, and I bought a motorcycle some time ago.

Motorcycles, and they are imported goods brought from the south. Both motorcycles and cars have engines that burn gasoline, right?

It's the same principle. If you know everything, a smart person like me can do it in a few days." Qin Zhengguo said very proudly. Motorcycles are also rare in this era. If a new bicycle is on the street, it is the most beautiful thing on the street.

Yeah, then riding a motorcycle on the road and then driving a luxury sports car to hit the streets, the majesty is simply not to mention.

He glanced at the proud Qin Zhengguo. This guy had five words written all over his face. The left cheek said "pretend", the right cheek said "boy", and there were three big characters "nouveau riche" on his forehead. Song Yuanchao almost laughed out loud.

Come.

Qin Zhengguo is good at everything, but he just likes to show off. He was like this in his previous life. Song Yuanchao still remembers the scene when he went to Liaodong that year. Qin Zhengguo was wearing mink and Xiaomi, with a gold chain as thick as his thumb hanging around his neck, and carrying a mobile phone in and out of a Mercedes-Benz.

BMW, such a profound memory that Song Yuanchao will never forget.

"It's no problem if you want to learn to drive. I'll arrange it another day and find a place for you to learn. Wait until you learn how to drive and get your driver's license. Now, don't even think about touching the steering wheel. Driving is no joke. You're going to crash."

Killing someone is no small matter." Song Yuanchao rolled his eyes at him and said.

"Okay, then you can help with the arrangements." Qin Zhengguo leaned back, took off his shoes and placed his feet on the glove rack, looking leisurely.

Fortunately, this guy didn't have foot odor, otherwise the smell in the car would have been worse than the salted fish sold in the market. Song Yuanchao couldn't laugh or cry, and threw a cigarette to him and Gu Jie behind him. Qin Zhengguo took it and lit it but did not smoke it himself.

He stuffed it directly into Song Yuanchao's mouth, then took out the cigarette box from Song Yuanchao's pocket and started to use it. In the end, he stuffed most of the box of cigarettes into his own pocket.

"You kid, why are you getting so greedy after making money that you still want to take advantage of half a pack of cigarettes?" Song Yuanchao couldn't help but curse.

"Don't tell me, I don't pick on others, but you don't know why but you like to pick on me. Gu Jie, please tell me, am I sick? Do I need to go to the hospital to check it out?"

"Yes! You are sick, and the illness is serious." Before Gu Jie could answer, Song Yuanchao took over the topic and said seriously: "I suggest you go to No. 600, which specializes in treating this disease."

"No. 600? Where?" Although Qin Zhengguo had spent some time in Shanghai, to be honest, he was not familiar with many places in Shanghai, so he immediately asked doubtfully.

At this time, Gu Jie, who was sitting in the back, could not stop laughing. Song Yuanchao was also very damaging. Who in Shanghai No. 600 didn’t know about it? The famous Shanghai Mental Health Center is over there. As the name suggests, this place treats mental illness.

, Song Yuanchao’s words were clearly a mockery of Qin Zhengguo.

After he figured out the plot, Qin Zhengguo screamed angrily, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight Song Yuanchao. How dare he say that he was mentally ill? How could he bear this? He had to let Song Yuanchao learn how to use his fists.

After laughing and joking in the car for a while, Song Yuanchao smoked a cigarette and said to Qin Zhengguo while driving: "By the way, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter? Are you trying to trick me into going somewhere again?" Qin Zhengguo asked in annoyance.

Song Yuanchao didn't respond and said bluntly: "When you come back this time, you and I will live in my room downstairs."

"Why?" Qin Zhengguo was stunned.

"For no reason, there are people living upstairs now, so you can stay with me these days when you come back."

"Is there someone living there? I said aid to Korea. Didn't you agree to keep the room for me when you left? Why did you rent it out so quickly? This is not the right thing to do!" Qin Zhengguo said a little unhappy.

"What do you know? Ying Caixia lives in a three-story pavilion now. Do you live in the same house with her?"

"Ying Caixia? Why is she here? When did she come? Yuan Chao, what's going on?" Upon hearing this, Qin Zhengguo quickly put down his feet and sat upright to ask.

Song Yuanchao gave an overview of Ying Caixia's situation. Of course, Song Yuanchao didn't mention anything about Director Xu. He just said that her mother passed away and her life in Jinling was not very good.

Song Yuanchao told Qin Zhengguo that when he returned to Shanghai, he stopped by Jinling to see Ying Caixia and suggested that she leave Jinling to develop elsewhere. For this reason, Song Yuanchao gave Ying Caixia three choices, but Ying Caixia chose to go to Yangcheng, that is,

Go to Qin Zhengguo's side.

In this way, Song Yuanchao took Ying Caixia back to Shanghai. Since he had brought people back, he had to resettle them. The three-story pavilion was the most suitable place, so he gave Ying Caixia temporary accommodation. On the contrary, Qin Zhengguo only returned to Shanghai this time to stay.

In about ten days, they would return to Yangcheng as soon as the Spring Festival was over, taking Ying Caixia with them.

After listening to Song Yuanchao's story, Qin Zhengguo sighed and complained a little: "This Ying Caixia is true. She used to have a bad temper, and she still has the same temper now. If I had known earlier, I should have gone to Jinling to see him earlier. Thank you for going there this time.

Otherwise, this girl might be able to hold on herself."

Song Yuanchao deeply agrees with Qin Zhengguo's comments about Ying Caixia. Ying Caixia does have such a character, and it is precisely for this reason that they lost contact in their previous lives. If Song Yuanchao hadn't gone to Jinling to rescue her by chance this time, it would be really hard to say that Ying Caixia had such a personality.
Chapter completed!