A crazy beauty has an island, and a powerful figure from that era dotes on her.

Jian Qingyi didn't actually like eating canned yellow peaches that were too sweet; she simply enjoyed going against Mao Chunqiao.

Seeing her angry and jumping up and down made Jian Qingyi happy.

Jian Zhongkang and Wang Xiujuan only suffered minor injuries, and since the matter was resolved, there was no need for them to stay in the hospital any longer.

The two packed up and were discharged from the hospital.

Jian Zhongliang originally wanted to leave, but Jian Qingyi, seeing his head wrapped up like a mummy, stopped him for two more days until the attending physician nodded in approval before he was discharged.

In the end, only Jian Dashan, with his leg in a sling, and Mao Chunqiao, with one arm in a sling, remained in the hospital for treatment.

On the day Jian Zhongliang was discharged from the hospital, Director Wu specially brought a large bag of things and a basket of eggs to visit him.

Jian Qingyi glanced at it, and thought, "Good heavens!"

Canned food, malted milk powder, eggs, brown sugar...

They really went all out!

Perhaps to entertain Director Wu, a distinguished guest, Li Meiqian and her daughter Jian Xiaojing were already busy in the kitchen.

Judging from the noise, this is quite a big event!

It's Sunday. Jian Qingyi had just finished delivering goods at the train station. Seeing that it was still early, she thought she would go back to her room to take a nap. She was about to turn around.

"Yi Yi..." Director Wu called out to her with a smile.

"Uncle Wu, is something the matter?" Jian Qingyi stopped in her tracks.

Before they could even exchange a word, there was a knock on the door.

Jian Qingyi was not far away, so she turned around and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a stranger, in his thirties, with a crew cut and an honest face. Judging from his build, he must have been a soldier.

Seeing that he was carrying large and small bags, Jian Qingyi subconsciously thought that he had come to the wrong door.

after all……

The Jian family was small, and it was only in Jian Dashan's generation that Mao Chunqiao's womb proved fruitful, giving birth to two sons and a daughter for the Jian family.

The youngest daughter, Jian Zhonglan, went to another city with her husband who was transferred to another job. She rarely came back for three to five years. Apart from sending some inexpensive things back during holidays, she was basically in a semi-disconnected state.

Jian Qingyi didn't think Jian Zhonglan would be willing to give them such nice things.

Those two boxes of liquor and a few cartons of cigarettes alone probably cost several tens of dollars.

Not to mention all those random nutritional supplements.

"Comrade, have you come to the wrong place?" She smiled politely.

The man was probably not quite sure either, and looked up at the house number again.

Hearing the commotion, Jian Zhongliang also came out.

Factory Director Wu followed closely behind, looking on with amusement.

"Yi Yi, what's wrong?" Jian Zhongliang glanced at the person outside the door, then turned to ask Jian Qingyi.

"This comrade has come to the wrong door," Jian Qingyi explained with a smile.

"Our family compound is quite large..." Director Wu said with a smile.

With over a dozen buildings of varying heights, how could it not be big?!

"Isn't this Building 2?" Since only the house number was written on the door, the man couldn't be sure if he had gone to the wrong place.

“This is Building 2.” Jian Zhongliang nodded.

"Then this is it!" the man smiled. "Excuse me, is this Comrade Jian Zhongliang's home?"

He wanted to confirm it one more time.

"I am Jian Zhongliang, may I ask who you are...?" Jian Zhongliang stepped forward with a smile.

"The political commissar came to Nancheng on business some time ago and was very grateful for your help. I wanted to come and thank you in person, but I was too busy to come, so I was specially sent to deliver the Mid-Autumn Festival gift to express my gratitude." The man said as he handed the gift to Jian Zhongliang.

"This... Your political commissar is too kind!" Jian Zhongliang looked flattered.

Factory Director Wu glanced furtively at Jian Qingyi standing beside him.

The man glanced at Jian Qingyi without making a sound, seemingly wanting to see her reaction.

result……

Jian Qingyi didn't even lift her eyelids.

"Oh! The political commissar said that he heard Comrade Jian Qingyi is in her final year of high school, so he bought her a few cans of milk powder to help her get better. Also, the chocolates and snacks in the bag were gifts from someone else, but he doesn't like them, so he asked me to bring them to Comrade Jian Qingyi." The man pretended to have just remembered.

Jian Qingyi: "..."

How did he come up with that excuse?!

"The political commissar is so thoughtful!" Jian Zhongliang didn't know what to say.

It's just a meal!

It's worth remembering him for so long.

Instead, it made him feel embarrassed.

"Comrade, come in and have a cup of tea!" Jian Zhongliang stepped aside.

Factory Director Wu and Jian Qingyi also subconsciously moved aside.

"No, no, I have something to do, so I'll be going now. You guys keep going." The man waved his hand with a smile.

"Then please tell the political commissar for us that he is too kind," Jian Zhongliang said hurriedly.

"Okay!" the man replied.

But in his heart he thought, "His third master isn't just being polite; he's taken a liking to your little girl."

After watching the man go downstairs, the group turned around and went home.

"Crack... Crack..."

Because no one had spoken when they entered the room, the sudden strange noise was particularly clear.

The group instinctively held their breath, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.

"Crack... Crack..."

Everyone's gaze fell on the gift boxes on the low cabinet.

The "clack-clack..." sound continued.

Jian Zhongliang opened the box and took a look.

A box full of large crabs.

One of the crabs somehow broke free from the rope's grip and began scratching at the cardboard box with its pincers.

That commotion was caused by it.

Knowing that this thing would be inedible once it died, Jian Zhongliang immediately told Jian Qingyi to get a basin to put it in.

Fearing that he might have missed something, Jian Zhongliang checked the other gift boxes again.

He actually found four large lobsters in a gift box.

Jian Zhongliang was dumbfounded when he saw the lobster, which was almost as big as his forearm.

He had never seen such a big lobster in his entire life.

Factory Director Wu, watching from the sidelines, was also somewhat alarmed.

A few days ago, his mother-in-law, who lives in Beijing, mentioned to his wife over the phone that their neighbor's daughter-in-law had bought a large lobster for over a hundred yuan.

The mother and daughter chatted about this for half the afternoon.

To say that someone doesn't know how to manage their money.

More than a hundred each...

These four must cost over four hundred!

Just as Director Wu was marveling at how good Jian Zhongliang's daughter was.

Jian Zhongkang arrived with his face still covered in bruises.

His voice rang out as soon as the door opened.

“Zhongliang, don’t cook lunch today. Come to our house. The political commissar sent over some crabs and shrimp. Let’s have a good drink together.”

After he finished speaking, he saw through the crack in the open door that Director Wu was sitting on Jian Zhongliang's sofa.

“Director Wu is here too, perfect timing. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a proper drink together,” Jian Zhongkang quickly said.

Factory Director Wu and Jian Zhongkang were about the same age and worked in the same compound. They actually got along quite well when they were kids.

Later, however, Director Wu found a capable father-in-law, and his position gradually rose.

People from different circles gradually drifted apart.

"Sure! I'll join you for a good meal too," Factory Director Wu agreed with a smile.