Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 298 Zhu 9's Explanation

Aunt Min is no longer the legal representative and has no management rights, so there is no point in talking to her.

Jingzhi rushed to the second floor in two or three steps and was about to find Zhu Jiu to talk.

Zhang Zhen came over and stretched out his hand to her.

"Teacher Lin, I will be your colleague from now on. Please give me your guidance."

"...Even you lied to me?"

Jingzhi's anger, which had gradually subsided since yesterday, now rose again.

Zhang Zhen's hands froze in the air, and even the smile on his face froze.

"That... isn't it. I... I have a natural talent and I learned it quickly."

Zhu Jiu exposed his lie with just one sentence.

"His grandfather is Zhang Feng, a famous calligrapher in Hong Kong, and his father is the vice president of the Calligraphy Association. He has already passed the Level 6 calligraphy exam."

Zhang Zhen's eyes widened in shock, "How did you know?"

Zhu Jiu: "I know your grandfather. We've had dinner together."

In addition, he had just read Zhang Zhen's resume and searched it on Baidu. Combined with his high-level connections, it was actually not difficult to guess.

Jingzhi glared at Zhang Zhen and said, "I'll settle the score with you later."

"you."

Jingzhi pointed at Zhu Jiu's nose and said, "Come here!"

"Ding--"

The school bell rings.

Aunt Min walked to the stairs and said softly:

"Jingzhi, why don't you start the class first? The students are waiting."

"Humph!"

Jingzhi glared at Zhu Jiu angrily, then turned and walked into her classroom.

Aunt Min: "Mr. Zhu, you also..."

Zhu Jiuji smiled at her with great reserve, "I know, students are more important. I'm not acting on impulse, so I won't delay anything."

Aunt Min breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him.

"That's fine, that's fine."

She said to Zhang Zhen: "Ah Zhen, go home. You don't have classes today. You can come back tomorrow."

Zhang Zhen was a little unhappy. He became a teacher just to spend more time with Jingzhi. If they always had classes on alternate days, wouldn't he never be able to meet her again?

"Auntie Min, can you adjust your schedule so that I can see her two days a week?"

"Are you here to be a teacher or to pick up girls?" Aunt Min was helpless.

She pulled Zhang Zhen's sleeve and explained as she walked downstairs:

"I know how you feel about Jingzhi, but if you want to work on the schedule, that's 100% impossible."

Zhang Zhen: "Why?"

Aunt Min: "Mr. Zhu bought our place, and I'm his employee now. He made this schedule."

"If you want to transfer, you have to find him."

Zhang Zhen looked ashen.

As a man, how could he not understand the look in Zhu Jiu's eyes when he looked at Jingzhi?

No, there is still hope. Didn’t Zhu Jiu say that he had a good relationship with his grandfather?

He wanted to go back to find his grandfather. He didn't believe that his grandfather would not help him, his only grandson!

……

12:15pm.

The Auntie He's clay pot rice shop next door was crowded with people.

But there is a small area that is like a vacuum zone.

Everyone who passed by kept a distance.

Zhu Jiu and Jing Zhi sat facing each other, neither of them saying a word, one innocent, the other glaring at each other angrily.

Until Aunt He brought two servings of clay pot rice from the kitchen.

"Come on, move aside, be careful, it's hot!"

Zhu Jiu turned slightly to allow Aunt He to bring the boiling hot pot to the table.

Jingzhi suddenly spoke.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Aunt He was stunned and looked at the bottom of the bowl. There was no leakage. Why was she doing it on purpose?

Zhu Jiu: "I didn't want to do this."

Aunt He: Oh, so you’re not talking to her.

After she opened the two lids, she said, "Eat slowly," and left quickly.

There were a lot of people here today, otherwise she would have had to hide in the kitchen to eavesdrop on the two's gossip.

Jingzhi raised her hand to fan away the hot air in front of her and stared into his eyes.

"I'll give you two minutes to explain, or I'll turn against you."

Does he think money is omnipotent?

Can I use money to directly control her time, or even do whatever it takes to buy the house next door, just to get close to her?

Zhu Jiu glanced at his watch.

Two minutes, his original intention was very simple, two minutes is more than enough.

"For two reasons."

"First, I originally just wanted to be a teacher here. After I passed the interview, I saw Zhang Zhen adjusting the schedule. He scheduled you and him on the same day. It seems like he's using his position for personal gain."

"Secondly, when I first came in, I heard Zhang Min on the phone. Her husband was sick and she might not have as much time to come here in the future. So I discussed with her about buying this place, and she agreed."

Jingzhi's expression was unclear.

Zhu Jiu felt uneasy, so he added:

"I didn't use any money or power to pressure anyone. You can ask her when you get back. I will definitely not let her lose money. She can still come here to work in the future, and I will pay her a salary."

His reasons were impeccable.

Jingzhi sighed heavily.

He placed his left hand on the table to cover his forehead, and used his right hand to stir the rice with a spoon from time to time.

"Second uncle, what on earth do you want to do?"

Zhu Jiu supported his knees with his hands and looked straight at her.

"I just want to be with you forever."

"I don't know what you're afraid of, but I will do my best to protect you."

Jingzhi chuckled, "You call it protecting me if you change your shift to the same day as mine?"

Zhu Jiu lowered his head feeling a little guilty.

He is just an ordinary man.

I did this just to spend more time with her.

Plus that Zhang Zhen.