"Professor, I think your body is fine. There is no problem at all if you live to be ninety years old. If you take good care of yourself, you can live to be a hundred years old. So you must maintain your mentality and eat whatever you want."
Professor Xiong was a little sad, and Liu Lang quickly comforted him.
"Haha, I don't have any hope when I turn ninety. I just want to see that our country has independently developed CNC machine tools. As long as I can wait until this day, I will be satisfied!"
Professor Xiong waved his hand.
"I said, Lao Xiong, what you said is wrong. You are dissing the two of us for not taking good care of us. Liu Lang, the two of us take better care of Lao Xiong Tou than my husband, especially in summer.
You gave him shit and piss!"
The nanny interjected from the side. Professor Xiong's face turned red after hearing this. He has difficulty moving now and has trouble taking a bath by himself. In the hot summer, he really needs help from others to take a bath.
"Yes, yes, thanks to the two ladies taking care of my teacher, the teacher is still alive now. It's all thanks to you two. I'll give you two a salary increase!"
Liu Lang knew that Professor Xiong did not shy away from issues of life and death, and he would not take such words to heart.
"Well, it would be hard for Old Xiongtou to survive without the two of us, but regardless of salary, we still have to respect the old and love the young, right?"
The other person who said this obviously regarded Professor Xiong as a relative. As for the salary, the nanny who takes care of the professor earns 600 yuan a month, and the other one who cleans the house earns 500 yuan a month. This is not low, compared with the capital.
The average salary of employees is one to two hundred yuan higher, which is equivalent to the salary of white-collar workers in more than ten years.
"No, I will keep my word. I will give you two a hundred yuan a month."
One hundred yuan is not worth mentioning to Liu Lang, but it is different for these two old ladies. Increasing their salary will also allow them to take better care of Professor Xiong.
"Then, we would like to thank you Liu Lang. When you were admitted to college at the age of three, we knew that you would be great in the future. Let's see, it is indeed like this. You can study well and be rich. When you grow up in the future, what will happen to you?
If the girl marries you, it will be her blessing from her previous life. By the way, if you don't like others at that time, come to me, I know a lot of people, and I guarantee that you will find a good-looking and virtuous wife!"
The old ladies in the capital are all "chatters" and have endless short chats with their parents. From now on, these people will become "people in the rising sun", with "eyes" everywhere, and they will know about any situation there as soon as possible.
"You are really unreliable. How old is Liu Lang? Why are you talking about this? Go cook and don't disturb our chat!"
Professor Xiong shouted at her.
"As you said, Liu Lang is twelve years old this year. In our era, people could get married at the age of sixteen or seventeen... Okay, okay, you guys can talk, I'm going to work!"
The two of them also felt that this was a bit "excessive" and turned to the kitchen to cook.
The next day Liu Lang went to Lu Mingzhi's home again and chatted with Mr. Lu for a day.
Although Lu Mingzhi, the former director of the Education Commission, has retired, he has not been idle. He has also contributed to the country's education in recent years. He is also an honorary member of the Youth Development Foundation and has cheered for the "Project Hope" platform many times.
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These old people can't be idle all their lives. As long as they can still move, they must contribute their own strength. Professor Xiong is paralyzed, otherwise he will have to fight on the front line. Every time Liu Lang sees them, it is a spiritual battle.
baptism.
After visiting several seniors, Liu Lang was ready to leave the capital and return to Fucheng. However, that night, a strange phone call came to his "Big Brother".
"Hey, are you...Liu Lang?"
A strange voice came from "Big Brother". Liu Lang's memory is much better than that of ordinary people. Anyone who has talked to him will be firmly attached to him as long as he has heard the other person's voice.
Remember, I will never forget it no matter how long it takes, but I have obviously never heard this voice before.
"Yes, I am Liu Lang, who are you?"
"That's right, I am from the Xiayuanli Street Police Station in Nancheng District. There is a Soviet here. He said he wants to find you. Your phone number is on the note he gave me. Who are you?"
"Soviet?"
Liu Lang realized in the afternoon that the Soviets still knew his phone number. Isn't that Kaminsky who was at the Red Star Manufacturing Factory? Could it be that he came to find him?
"Comrade policeman, can you give the phone to that Soviet guy? I have something to tell him!"
Liu Lang said.
"Oops! I'm afraid it won't work now. This old Soviet man is very hungry. We found food for him, but he asked for wine again. He drank a pound of Erguotou and is already asleep. You'd better come here quickly!"
"Okay, I'll be there right away!"
Liu Lang immediately asked his brother Sun Hu to leave the house, drove straight to Nancheng District, and arrived at the police station more than 20 minutes later.
Liu Lang and Sun Hu pushed open the door and walked into the police station. Inside, five police officers from the police station were chatting. When they saw the two walking in, they stood up quickly.
"Who are you looking for?"
"I am Liu Lang, where is that Soviet guy?"
"Are you Liu Lang?"
A middle-aged man looked Liu Lang up and down and saw that his police rank should be director.
"Child? Liu Lang, are you the child prodigy Liu Lang?"
What did the other person think of this afternoon?
"Well, I am Liu Lang!"
Liu Lang had no choice but to admit it.
"Is it really you? Wow, I didn't expect that the famous Liu Lang would come to our small street police station. You are much older than you were then.
In your second year of college, my son is also preparing to take the college entrance examination. Every day I use you to motivate him. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed. My son has also joined the workforce and got married last year. You have grown up. By that time
Yeah! It’s really unforgettable!”
Seven or eight years ago, Liu Lang's name was a household name in China. After all these years, some people still remember him. The other party obviously has a special memory of this name. After all, it was used to inspire his son.
However, Liu Lang is not in the mood to talk to him about what happened back then. I just came to find Kaminsky.
"Police uncle, I'm here to see that Soviet man. Where is he now?"
Liu Lang asked with a smile.
"By the way, I've forgotten about this. I'm sleeping in the back room! Good guy, he's over sixty years old and he's still able to eat and drink. Is he a relative of yours?"
"He's my friend, let me look at him!"
Liu Lang went straight to the back room and heard snoring coming from inside before he even opened the door.
Liu Lang gently opened the door and took a look inside. It was indeed Kaminsky, but he looked a bit miserable. He was wearing thick cotton clothes, but the clothes were so dirty that he could smell it from a distance.
There was an unpleasant smell. Fortunately, it was winter now. If he couldn't stay in this house during the summer, his hair and beard would be very long. Especially his hair, which must not have been washed for several months, was stuck to his head.
, it’s really hard for him to lie there and fall asleep.
Liu Lang felt a little sad when he relied on Kaminsky. He was an old expert from the Soviet Union. He might have even participated in the manufacturing of the most advanced aircraft. He would be a national treasure in any country. But now he is like this.
What's the difference between beggars?
Fortunately, he ran to China. After all, Liu Lang gave him his phone number and made a promise, so he could come here. But there are so many people like him, what should they do?