In front of Ye Zhenguo, he is a junior, who likes to be coquettish and arrogant, but he is embarrassed to be with his peer Ye Mao. Even if he means well, he may not be easy to use.
Ye Zhenguo is not at home. Although he is over 70 years old, people at their level can do it until he can't do it anymore, or until he doesn't want to do it. As long as he doesn't want to quit, no one can make him quit.
The year 77 of the Gregorian calendar has passed, and the year 78 has arrived. The future is getting brighter and clearer, but how to take the road, everyone still has to close their eyes and explore.
Everyone who wants to do something is excited and busy.
However, the life clerk who stayed at Ye's house called Ye Zhenguo and told him that Wen Ping was visiting.
Ye Zhenguo didn't have time for a while, but after finishing what he was doing today, he came back from get off work early.
He thought about asking Wen Ping if there was something wrong. If he could help him solve it, he would solve it. If he couldn't solve it, forget it... Then he could go home and take care of his children!
"Uncle Ye, I haven't seen you for a while, your health is really getting better and better." Wen Ping praised Ye Zhenguo when he saw him.
Ye Zhenguo laughed.
"But I can't stand it anymore. I have a lot of problems all over my body. I had to hold on so I could come to see you today." Wen Ping coughed twice after finishing speaking.
He didn't see it, and the life clerk's eyes immediately changed when he looked at him.
Why do you still go to other people's homes when you are sick? What should you do if you infect Mr. Ye! Why is this person so ignorant!
Ye Zhenguo glanced at Wen Ping and somewhat guessed what he wanted to do today.
I had forgotten about the Wen family before.
The Wen family does not meet their "selection" criteria, but Wen Ping, Ye Ming's father-in-law...
When Wen Ping saw that there was something going on, he was not rejected! He immediately started crying and complaining.
A man in his 50s cried with snot and tears in front of him. He had no image and made people feel both sympathetic and awkward.
"How many bottles of medicinal wine can be brewed in a month? All this month's bottles will be distributed." Ye Zhenguo said quickly while Wen Ping was crying.
As for how much medicinal wine their family distributed, no one outside knew.
Basically, those who get it will keep it a secret. There are one or two who don't keep it secret, which is also an exception. Besides, they don't know how many bottles the Ye family distributed and who they gave them to. They only know that they got it.
Who are the "friendly forces"? I don't know.
Or was he rejected? Did he cry hard enough just now? Wenping took a breath and planned to do it again.
Ye Zhenguo was afraid of him. Looking at the time, he would not be able to catch up with Hua Zhaona's dinner if he didn't leave.
"But I still have half a bottle left this month, so I can give it to you." Ye Zhenguo said.
After all, he was Ye Ming's father-in-law and an in-law of the Ye family. He had to give Ye Ming some face. Otherwise, if Wen Ping didn't succeed, he would have to bother Ye Ming.
Ye Ming is a junior, so it is not easy to deal with his father-in-law, but it is easy to follow the truth.
Wen Ping's eyes lit up, it's done! It's available this month, and next month...
"This is just half a bottle. It will be gone next month." Ye Zhenguo said half-jokingly: "You can't steal rations from me, an old man."
"Then next month, why don't you just give me a bottle from someone else? I won't steal it from you!" Wen Ping said with a smile.
Anyway, it’s free of charge, so who should I give it to? He is Ye Ming’s father-in-law!
The smile on Ye Zhenguo's face is still there, but his eyes are cold. The Wen family seems to be more greedy than before. Yes, people will become.
...
After getting half a bottle of medicinal wine from Ye Zhenguo, Wen Ping went home happily.
Seeing his expression, the whole family was excited.
But it was dinner time, and the whole family was here, including the wife and children. The whole room was noisy, and it was not the time to talk about big things.