Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 724 I haven't gotten on the bus yet

Liu Yulan walked out of the room, put down the soy sauce bottle, and walked out of the kitchen. She was stunned to see the person coming in with the light coming through the kitchen window.

It was Murakami Zhang Quick-Talker, but she couldn't remember her original name.

Because she talks so fast, she got this nickname.

After her son started his own company, she would chat with him every day.

Ever since my son went to jail, I almost just nod when we meet.

I didn't expect her to come today.

She asked politely, "Have you eaten yet? I'm cooking oil-splashed noodles."

Zhang Kuaizui smiled and said, "Sister Yulan, I just finished my meal and I need your son's help with something. My son is in a hurry to meet a client, so I asked your son to help send him off."

Liu Yulan frowned: "My son just came back and hasn't eaten yet. I just made some oil-splashed noodles. Let him eat and send it to your son."

She couldn't bear to let her son go out hungry.

Zhang Kuaizui went up and grabbed Liu Yulan's hand: "Sister Yulan, my son is negotiating a big deal, it's too important, otherwise I wouldn't come to you.

If you go too late, it will be too late.

Let him take my son there first. Don't worry, my son will definitely treat him to a big meal."

Liu Yulan frowned and wanted to say something, then she opened her mouth and smiled and said, "Sister, please help me. You know, my son Taozi and your son have been playing together since they were young, and they are close friends.

Please help, or it will be too late!"

Seeing that things had come to this, Liu Yulan said to Ye Changqing, who had just washed his face, "Changqing, Taozi's mother is begging you for help."

Ye Changqing held the hot noodles and frowned. He really didn't want to go, but he thought about how his mother used to like chatting with people of her age in the village. Since she was released from prison, her mother rarely went out.

I thought that by helping Zhang Kuaizui, my mother might be able to integrate into their group again, and it would be nice to spend the day chatting and laughing.

Thinking of this, he picked up his chopsticks, put a mouthful of food into his mouth, and walked out: "Here it comes."

He walked out while chewing the fragrant and chewy oil-splashed hand-rolled noodles.

Seeing this, Zhang Kuaizui smiled and said, "You haven't eaten yet, right? Don't eat noodles anymore. Let Taozi treat you to a big meal."

Ye Changqing wanted to say that he just wanted to eat the noodles made by his mother, but his mouth was too full and it was inconvenient for him to speak, so he stammered and said, "Let's go."

Zhang Kuaizui took out her phone and notified her son to come over, and then she stayed to chat with Liu Yulan.

Seeing the oil-splashed noodles in the kitchen, she smiled and said, "You're just going to feed your son oil-splashed noodles?

He's been in jail for three years without any benefits, so you should give him something good to eat."

When Liu Yulan heard about her son being in jail, she frowned and said nothing.

Zhang Kuaizui shook his head slightly: "I know, Changqing was imprisoned for three years, and I heard that the company was also taken away by your daughter-in-law.

Now I work as a driver for others, the salary is low, and I have to support the children and you two old people.

There is really no extra money to improve life.

But don't worry, he won't lose money by being my son's driver.

When my son invites people to dinner, the meals are always worth tens of thousands of yuan. He is my son's driver, so he can see the world and have a good meal.

Changqing made a fortune this time."

The smile on Liu Yulan's face disappeared. Her son had clearly gone to help Zhang Kuaizui's son. Why did he make it sound like he was taking advantage of him?

Zhang Kuaizui saw Liu Yulan's expression change, and said with a smile: "I am telling the truth. Being a driver for my son will allow him to see the world and have a good meal.

Your son should be grateful to my son."

Liu Yulan raised her eyebrows. It was obviously her son who went to help, so it would be fine if he didn't say thank you, but why did she expect her son to be grateful to her?

She wanted to chase Zhang Kuaizui away, but when she saw her granddaughter beside her, she was afraid that her temper would scare her grandson, so she frowned and said nothing.

On the road.

In a car.

Ye Changqing smacked his lips from time to time, the aroma of the oil-splashed noodles lingering between his lips and teeth.

It made him swallow his saliva.

Zhang Tao smiled and said, "I heard you were eating noodles. Are you still hungry? Don't worry, I will treat you to a big meal later." Ye Changqing smiled. He and Zhang Tao were childhood friends. Later, they met less and less during school. After he started his own business and had more money, he helped him twice. They lost contact after he went to jail.

Hearing him say this, he smiled and said, “Don’t worry about me, just do your business.

I'll go home and eat noodles after you finish your work."

Zhang Tao shook his head: "Changqing, you don't have to save money for me.

I'm different from you. You don't make much money as a driver.

I am now working in engineering, and I can make hundreds of thousands of profits from winning a project.

I have nothing now, but I have money.”

Ye Changqing smiled faintly. He ate noodles not because he had no money, but because he liked the taste of the noodles his mother made.

But he didn't bother to explain.

Zhang Tao continued, "Changqing, let me tell you, the person I met today is incredibly impressive, definitely a big shot. His name is Yan Jushang, and as for how incredibly impressive he is, let me tell you this: the project slipped through his fingers.

That's a profit of one or two million.

I just need to get tonight's project, and you'll be my driver from now on."

Ye Changqing smiled and refused: "Forget it, I'm fine now."

The two chatted and arrived at a hotel.

Led by the waiter, we entered a private room.

There was a man in his fifties sitting in the private room.

Ye Changqing knew that this person should be Yan Jushang mentioned by Zhang Tao, and he was hesitating about how to greet him.

Zhang Tao spoke up: "Changqing, please go out and wait. I want to talk to the leader."

Ye Changqing didn't want to socialize with someone he didn't know, so he turned around and prepared to leave. Yan Jushang said, "I'll just say a few words and then I'll leave."

Zhang Tao bent down and handed over a box of cigarettes, shaking it. A sound of cards hitting the box came from the box.

He smiled and said, "Leader, just give me your orders, I promise to do it."

Yan Juzheng glanced at the cigarette box and didn't take it: "There's a bank card in the cigarette box, right? Put it away. I agreed to have dinner with you, not because I want to take your money.

Let me put it this way, if I wanted to collect money, you wouldn’t even be able to get in line!"

Zhang Tao held the cigarette box in the air with both hands. If people don't accept gifts, they won't get the project. This is a rule that everyone understands.

He pleaded, "Leader, please give me a chance. I'm a tight-lipped, obedient, and loyal person. I..."

Yan Jushang interrupted, “The reason I agreed to meet you is because of a piece of news.

You just need to help me confirm this news. I will satisfy your desire to contribute to the development of Songjiang."

A message?

Zhang Tao seemed to have grasped the key point: "Boss, if you tell me what I am doing, I will do it for you even if I have to run myself to pieces."

Yan Jushang frowned and said, "I heard that there is a miracle doctor in your Shajing Village. You just need to find out his name and his house number.

Once this is done, I guarantee you’ll have endless projects to do.”

Miracle doctor?

Zhang Tao looked confused. He had never heard of any miracle doctor.

There is a doctor, Old Liu from the Shajing Village Clinic, but his medical skills are somewhat questionable.

Everyone would rather go to the pharmacy to see a doctor than go to the village clinic to see Lao Liu.

Although he didn’t know who it was, he still readily agreed: “Leader, don’t worry, as long as there is this person in Shajing Village.

Even if I have to dig three feet underground, I will find him."

Yan Jushang stood up, took out a piece of paper and put it on the table, tapping it twice with his index finger: "This is the contact number, call this number when you find someone.

Okay, I have a meeting, so I’ll be leaving now.”

After saying that, he stood up and left.

Zhang Tao enthusiastically followed the man to see him off, but was rejected. He had no choice but to pick up the note and ask Ye Changqing: "Do you know who is the miracle doctor in our village?

How come I didn’t know when a miracle healer would appear?”

Ye Changqing pointed to his chest and said, "I am a miracle doctor!"

you?

Zhang Tao curled his lips and said, "If you were a miracle doctor, you wouldn't be working as a driver for others and end up in this situation.

Stop joking, think about who in the village could be a miracle healer?"

Ye Changqing frowned when he heard this, and completely gave up the idea of ​​helping him. He shook his head and said, "I don't know. Go home. I'm in a hurry to go home for dinner."

He felt a little annoyed. When he was in prison, more and more people came to seek medical treatment, and he was annoyed enough.

I didn't expect that he had already chased us to the village.

Since Zhang Tao didn't believe it, he didn't want to reveal his identity.

He didn't want to have to queue up at his door every day for medical treatment, leaving his parents and daughter without a peaceful day.

Zhang Tao frowned and said, "You only know how to eat. What have you become of yourself after you came out of jail?

I was going to treat you to a big dinner, forget it.

It would be a waste to give it to you!"

?

Help him, and get ridiculed? Fuck him!

Ye Changqing turned around and left, went out, got in the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the car shot out like an arrow.

Zhang Tao's hand, which was about to open the car door, stopped in mid-air.

Staring blankly at the car driving away

There was disbelief in his eyes: "I...I haven't gotten in the car yet!"