Kneeling in front of my wife’s tombstone and crying bitterly, I was reborn

Luo Rong nodded. She was indeed worried about this.

Chen Wentao didn't take it seriously and said with a smile: "Qian San is capable of making money now. Since he dares to do this, he must be sure of it!"

He now has full confidence in Shen Qiansan.

But he still said: "It's a pity that we can't help him at all."

Luo Rong was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised her eyes and said, "It's not like I can't help with everything."

Chen Wentao looked at her in surprise and asked, "How can we help him?"

Luo Rong said: "I still have more than 80,000 in my hand..."

Chen Wentao was stunned and said, "That's the money Shubao gave you!" Then he understood, "You mean to give this money to Qiansan?"

Luo Rong said, "Yes, this money is useless in my hands for the time being. It's better to give it to Qian San. He is doing so many projects now, where does he need money? If I give it to him, he can still be useful."

Chen Wentao was silent for a moment, then said, "You decide on this matter!"

……

On the other side, Shen Qiansan had already arrived at Zhao Hanyu's house.

This is an old-fashioned courtyard. When you open the door, you can see the grape trellis in the courtyard and the flowerbed along the wall. However, because it is winter now, there are only dry vines on the trellis, and there are few flowers in the flowerbed, mostly green plants.

Under the grape trellis, there is an old small square table, next to it is a rocking chair and two square stools, all wiped very clean.

"This is my home!" Zhao Hanyu said with a smile, "Grandpa likes to play chess, and he usually studies here. Now that the weather is cold, he rarely comes out."

Shen Qiansan nodded, he already knew this.

Zhao Hanyu continued, "Besides playing chess, grandpa also likes to take care of flowers and plants. After retirement, this small yard has become his paradise."

Shen Qiansan said: "It's good to plant flowers, and it can also stretch your muscles."

As they talked, they entered the main room.

The main room is decorated in Chinese style and the furniture is relatively old. Most of them are ordinary furniture used decades ago. They are not made of precious wood and are not antiques.

However, these ordinary pieces of furniture, arranged by the owner with some calligraphy and paintings, small ornaments, flowers and green plants, although simple, are quite interesting, giving people the feeling of being in a scholarly home.

On the old-fashioned sofa, an old man in his seventies, wrapped in a thick cotton coat, with his feet on a brazier, was concentrating on reading the book in his hand.

"grandfather!"

Zhao Hanyu shouted.

The old man raised his head and saw that it was Zhao Hanyu. He smiled and said, "Are you back?"

Then he saw Shen Qiansan beside Zhao Hanyu.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up and said with a smile: "Haha...long time no see, little friend!"

"Hello, old man!" Shen Qiansan also greeted him with a smile, saying, "You have a really good memory. You recognized me as soon as we met!"

The old man laughed, "It's true that I have a good memory. I not only remember your appearance, but also remember what you owe me."

Zhao Hanyu knew that his grandfather knew Shen Qiansan, but he didn't know the details between them. He couldn't help but wonder why his third brother still owed grandpa something?

Looking at Shen Qiansan, he smiled and said, "Old man, you didn't want me to pay you back for that dollar, so you can't put the blame on me."

The old man glared, "Is this what I'm talking about?"

Shen Qiansan laughed, opened his handbag, took out a stack of manuscript paper from it, handed it over and said: "I am happy to see the old man, so I made a joke."

"That's what you're talking about!"

"I'm sorry I didn't give it to you until today!"

The old man didn't care about anything else. He quickly took it and looked through it excitedly, saying, "It's hard for you to remember it."

After that, he said to Zhao Hanyu: "You greet Mr. Shen, I want to see these treasures."

"Okay!" Zhao Hanyu agreed and asked Shen Qiansan to sit down.

He took a glance at the "treasure" his grandfather mentioned, and saw that there were some chess records drawn on it. Only then did he realize that what his grandfather said about Shen Qiansan owed him was actually the chess records.

He remembered that when he first met Shen Qiansan, his grandfather told him that he had met a master who was an expert in playing chess. Later, after hearing Shen Qiansan's name, he asked him to take the initiative to make friends with him. That's why he and Wang Jianlin went to visit Shen Qiansan's home together.

However, when he saw the so-called chess records, the corners of Zhao Hanyu's mouth curled up into a strange angle. No matter how he looked at it, those chess records looked like they had just been written and drawn not long ago.

He couldn't help but make associations.

In fact, his association was not wrong.

Yes, those chess records were indeed made by Shen Qiansan when he was waiting for him.

Of course not all.

At the beginning, Shen Qiansan promised to give the old man some chess manuals, and later he got some of them one after another, but not many. This time Zhao Deming invited him to dinner at his home, and he thought he would definitely meet the old man.

It would have been fine if they hadn't met before, but this time they were going to meet, and he had to do what he promised, so Shen Qiansan hurried to get some things done.

"Xiao Shen, here we come!"

At this time, Zhao Deming came out, wearing an apron around his waist and holding a spatula in his hand, and greeted them.

He came out of the kitchen on purpose because he heard the noise.

"Hello, Mayor Zhao!"

Shen Qiansan stood up and greeted him, then said, "How about I help you?"

"Okay!" Zhao Deming agreed immediately and said with a smile, "It's still fun to cook with you."

The last time he was at Shen Qiansan's house, he went to the kitchen and saw Shen Qiansan cooking, and he even fried a few dishes himself.

Shen Qiansan said: "Then I really should have come earlier!"

Zhao Deming smiled and said, "It's not too late now, let's go!"

"Wait!" Just as Shen Qiansan was about to move, the old man suddenly called him.

Shen Qiansan paused and looked towards the old man.

Zhao Deming also looked at the old man and said, "Dad, what's wrong?"

The old man glared at him and said, "How can you be like this? When guests come, you ask them to go to the kitchen!"

Zhao Deming said: "Dad, Xiao Shen's cooking is very good. I can exchange ideas with him."

Speak sincerely.

He really didn't consider Shen Qiansan as an outsider, so he was so rude.

I didn't expect that the old man would misunderstand me.

"Xiao Shen, Xiao Shen, you also called me Xiao Shen?" The old man didn't listen to Zhao Deming's explanation. Instead, he blamed him and said, "I always call him Mr. Shen. How dare you call me Xiao Shen? Don't you have the nerve to do that?"

Zhao Deming's expression froze. He had not expected this at all. He quickly said, "Don't dare!"

Shen Qiansan really didn't care how others called him, and said on behalf of Zhao Deming: "Old man, Mayor Zhao is older than me, so it's okay for him to call me Little Shen."

The old man snorted and said, "The wisest one is the teacher. This has nothing to do with age."

Zhao Deming quickly agreed, saying that he had remembered it, and immediately changed his words, saying, "Mr. Shen, let's go to the kitchen together..."

"What kitchen?" Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the old man again, "Go and do your own thing. I have something to talk to Mr. Shen about!"