Not every one of those brothers has such a good temper as the two people in front of him. The other party is really using all means to force the question.
Therefore, in order to avoid falling into the hands of those brothers, Wu Dachuan hesitated for a long time before finally saying: "I was too impulsive back then and failed to see the situation clearly. I fell into their provocation and felt that I had no shame to see you again, so I just
Back to my hometown."
No matter how much Wu Dachuan tried, he still refused to say anything.
Zhao Wenzhuo and Director Wu exchanged glances in a tacit understanding and decided not to press further.
Wu Dachuan has just shown up. Don't scare him away by asking too many questions. Anyway, as long as you know that he is there, you will always have a chance to find out the truth.
Zhao Wenzhuo changed his gaze, and in order to break Wu Dachuan's defensiveness, he directly changed the topic to his children.
As soon as Wu Dachuan mentioned his three children, he started talking and talked endlessly. He did not realize that as he showed off his words one after another, his information was constantly reaching the ears of Zhao Wenzhuo and Director Wu.
Zhao Wenzhuo and Director Wu listened silently, occasionally exchanging glances, secretly speculating on Wu Dachuan's current life.
The train station was only about six kilometers away from Nanluoguxiang. Seeing that the bus never came, the man didn't intend to wait there any longer.
The three of them are all tall men with long legs. They chatted while walking, and they arrived in just over an hour.
When they arrived near Nanluogu Lane, Zhao Wenzhuo and Director Wu competed for Wu Dachuan's accommodation rights. In the end, Zhao Wenzhuo lost slightly because of his age and could only watch Wu Dachuan being taken home by Director Wu.
That night, the three of them drank and chatted. When they were drunk, they lay down in the same room and fell asleep like they did when they were young.
Of course, these are all things later.
Zhang Yu is currently in class.
He looked up at the blackboard, but his eyes were a little wandering, and his thoughts involuntarily fell on the old friend his uncle mentioned.
Because of that old friend's phone call, my uncle was happy all day long.
I wonder what kind of person my uncle’s old friend is?
Zhang Yu was distracted, but when he was called by the teacher, he answered the teacher's questions smoothly, and then sat down silently under the admiring eyes of his classmates.
It's not that he doesn't want to listen carefully, it's just that what the teacher is saying is a bit too superficial for him who has been polished by Teacher Xu, spent every night in a simulation classroom, and studied with famous masters of later generations.
Teacher Suo Xing simply ignored him after asking a few questions one after another to determine his learning status.
After class, Zhang Yu's deskmate looked at him with admiration and exclaimed: "You are awesome!"
Zhang Yu smiled, he would never say that his current strength was obtained after being tortured by the big guys in the simulation classroom.
Simply, his deskmate didn't care much about how he learned it, and quickly changed the subject.
After two years of hard work, Zhang Yu has gradually integrated into school life. Although he still can't talk to his peers, he can still make do with it.
It’s just that if we don’t chat for too long, we will not be able to continue the conversation because the difference between the two people’s opinions is too big.
But there was only one exception, and that was his deskmate.
Zhang Yu’s deskmate is a know-it-all, and often he can talk for half an hour without Zhang Yu finding a topic.
My deskmate also liked Zhang Yu's temperament. After all, not everyone would be willing to listen to the messy little things he said.
Zhang Yu was willing to listen and could reply to him at critical moments, which made him feel that the two of them must be friends.
Speaking of which, the two of them can be regarded as to some extent a bastard who looked at the mung bean and got it right.
Today it was as usual, one talking and the other listening.
When he heard one of the topics, Zhang Yu's ears twitched and he straightened up with some interest.
Having been at the same table for so long, Wang Rui didn't have a thorough understanding of Zhang Yu's actions when he was interested, but he still had an understanding of them. Seeing this, before Zhang Yu could ask, he moved his position slightly and came closer to Zhang Yu.
Next to Yu Er, he whispered: "My second uncle wants to sell his job, and he has been looking for a buyer recently."
"What job?"
"Porter from the supply and marketing cooperative."
Hearing this, Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to ask the supply and marketing cooperative if there were porters, he realized that he was stupid. How could those large supply and marketing cooperatives or even department stores not have their own dedicated porters?
Seeing Zhang Yu's look, Wang Rui smiled and said, "What's wrong? Are you interested?"
Zhang Yu nodded, he was indeed somewhat interested, but not for himself.
There are many people around him who are unemployed. Among other things, Zheng Gouzi's subordinates would probably have red eyes if they knew they could have a job as porters in a supply and marketing cooperative.
Yes, they made a lot of money following Zheng Gouzi, but can they put that money on the table?
No, if nothing else, as long as they dare to show off, they don't have to wait until the next day, someone will probably report it that night.
It’s not that they don’t want to find a job, but the current jobs are like a carrot and a pit. Most of the time, sons inherit their father’s business. Even if they want to sell, they will sell it to relatives and friends. Where will it be their turn?
Those factories will recruit workers from outside, but they do not meet the required academic qualifications and skills.
Without a job, in the eyes of others, you are just a gangster or a street kid.
They are not young anymore, some are even old enough to be called bachelors, but as they are now, no matchmaker is willing to arrange a marriage for them, and no family is willing to let their daughter marry them.
Regardless of whether porters sound bad, it depends on who the porters are. Porters from supply and marketing cooperatives are not generally popular in the eyes of outsiders.
With this job, they have income on their side and the ability to support their families in the eyes of outsiders.
When the time comes, I can ask a matchmaker to find a daughter-in-law, and I can also enjoy the days of enjoying the hot bed with my wife and children.
Thinking that it was, Zhang Yu asked about the general situation again.
Wang Rui considered the two of them to be friends and believed in Zhang Yu's character. Even if this matter could not be accomplished, he would not tell anyone about it and had no intention of hiding it.
It turns out that although the transportation job in the supply and marketing cooperative is good and is regarded as an iron rice bowl by others, Uncle Wang Rui doesn't think highly of it and always wants to change jobs.
It just so happened that he had recently found out through his father-in-law's relationship that an old accountant at a grain station was selling his job. When he heard about this, he was moved.
The work at the grain depot is good. You can keep the grain without panic. The key is that you are not like a porter. There is not even a channel for advancement.
That job was good, but it also cost a lot of money. He didn't have enough money, so he wanted to sell his current job and then put it together with the money he had, just enough to buy that job.
