I feel a little guilty, but I still tell the truth. It is against the rules to say that I introduced your case to my friend instead of Director Liu.

Qiu Yue looked at me and laughed: "What's this? We are in business, doesn't this happen often?"

I'm a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Yue didn't take this matter seriously at all.

Qiu Yue looked at me, poured herself a glass of beer, and touched it with me: "I envy Director Liu for being educated, but I'm not stupid either. After the divorce, I regretted it. It's all my fault."

I know I am not good-looking, and I have met many men over the years, but is there anyone who is as sincere to me as Lao Feng? Either he is interested in my money, or he is interested in me.

That wholesale company is making a lot of money every day.”

Lao Feng is Qiu Yue’s ex-husband.

Unexpectedly, Qiu Yue made things clear on her own. I was silent for a while. No one in this world is a fool.

Even though I was angry at the time and couldn't turn my head around, after such a long time, I understand now.

Qiu Yue said with emotion: "Husband and wife are young lovers and old companions. Old Feng is a good man... Let's forget about the past and let's not talk about this anymore."

I asked curiously: "Sister Qiu, you know everything? Then why do you still ask Lao Liu to handle the case?"

She looked into my eyes again and smiled, with the crow's feet outlined by time showing at the corners of her eyes: "Old Liu has been in Linhai for so many years. He has his connections, and sometimes I can use them. I just need to listen to his bragging and drink at the dinner table.

By praising him at the table, you can get to know people without spending money or looking for ways to get to know people, and everyone can get what they need."

Unexpectedly, Sister Qiu, who seems to be diligent and diligent, also has her own little thoughts and ways of dealing with others.

Qiu Yue looked at me, patted my hand and said with a smile: "Xiao Lu, do you know what I like about you?"

I smiled bitterly and said, "I said I am broke and have no connections. What is there that you should like?"

Qiu Yue poured a glass of wine and clinked it with me, and said with a smile: "I just like your willingness to endure hardships and your ability to work hard. You are exactly the same as when I was young. At that time, I came from my hometown in the countryside, and it was only because of this that I could be here.

Survive. I'm optimistic about you. If I have a case in the future, I'll ask you to handle it. Don't worry, I will never tell your director, Old Liu."

She smiled kindly and winked at me.

I felt warm in my heart when I looked at this rural lady who was a bit like a businessman, a shrewd philistine, and at the same time very calm.

After I separated from Qiu Yue, I thought that it seemed that Lao Liu didn't know that I was poaching his clients, so he didn't know what it meant when he called me.

When I got home, I didn't know if it was my imagination. It might have rained yesterday, but today the window glass was clean, reflecting my lonely, lonely and tired shadow.

I thought about looking through a document I had kept at home, and I could use the same template for future cases. When I opened the drawer, I saw a stack of cash neatly placed in the corner of the drawer.

I counted 10,000 yuan, which was the money I gave to Mi Lan at that time. Mi Lan still used money to throw it in my face that day and looked down upon me.

This Mi Lan, who has always wanted me to be her father, said that bitches are heartless and actors are meaningless, but Mi Lan actually didn’t want me?! This is unreasonable...

When I looked at the money left behind by accident, I felt a little weird.

I looked through the address book for a long time before I found Mi Lan's phone number. It took a long time for Mi Lan to answer.

It was quite quiet on the other end. I didn’t know where Mi Lan was. I asked why I didn’t get the money.

Mi Lan snorted: "Beast, I don't want your dirty money. I still have two thousand, which is enough to spend."

I subconsciously asked, what about the child in your belly?

Mi Lan said happily: "Lu Yao, you finally woke up. Did your conscience discover it? I gave birth to this child for you. Think about it, how happy you will be!"

I quickly said "Gungungun" and said fiercely, "What does this child have to do with me? Why don't you take the money? Don't forget it. Don't bother me anymore."

Mi Lan said oh and hung up the phone.

I put my phone aside and calmed down, looking through the information on previous cases. These are all good things. Sometimes the templates can be applied. You can even see how some old Liu represented the cases, including some wording details.

His thinking is different from mine, or is better than mine, which is worth learning from.

Although I don't like Lao Liu as a person, Lao Liu does have a way of doing cases and can make a lot of money.

While I was watching, my phone rang. I thought it was Mi Lan and I wasn't going to answer it, but when I saw the caller ID, it was Lao Lu.

Lao Lu is my dad.

The reason why I call him that is because I was living in the town when I was in junior high school. Every time Lao Lu came to a parent-teacher meeting, he was dressed very shabbily. Sometimes he would come right after work, with cement dust stuck to his body.

Some of his clothes still had patches sewed by my mother for him. I felt embarrassed and embarrassed to call him dad in front of my classmates, so I just called him Lao Lu. I said, Lao Lu, are you here?

Lao Lu didn't think there was anything wrong. He pushed the heavy 28-year-old bicycle, knocked the dust on his rubber shoes on the pedals, nodded and said,

Shouting like this formed a habitual memory. He didn't say anything and just kept shouting.

Lao Lu doesn't talk much. According to my mother, he is a real person, but he is still quite capable.

Whoever builds a house in the village, or if we want to build a small temple or ancestral hall for our ancestors, we have to go to Lao Lu, because there are some statues of gods and Buddhas in the small temples or ancestral halls.

Lao Lu has a unique skill, that is, he can make Buddha statues and Bodhisattvas, and he can also carve them, the kind that are made of clay and then colored.

No one taught him. According to him, he learned it on his own by reading little books from a young age. When I was a child, I followed him to work, squatting on the side and playing in the mud. When I saw him working, let alone doing it, it looked like that. It was the same as when I was a child.

The Bodhisattvas in Journey to the West on black and white TV look very similar.

I guess we have too few talents, so even a second-hand guy like Lao Lu can get on the stage, and he is indispensable. In addition, the place is small, and the folks in the countryside also praise him for his bad feet. People from eight villages in ten miles.

They all asked him to make Buddha statues.

I answered the phone and said with a smile: "Lao Lu, do you miss me?"

"You bastard, you didn't know how to go home for two years?" Lao Lu's voice was still the same, just like his mud statue, dry, dull, and emotionless.

I smiled and said I was busy at work. There were too many cases during this period and I would have to work overtime. Just wait and enjoy the blessings in your hometown.

I boasted a lot, saying that the old house at home should be renovated, right? I will send you 100,000 yuan before the end of the year, and our family will also have a prosperous year.

Lao Lu didn't answer anything and asked me if I knew how to eat now.

I actually didn't eat it, but I said I had.

Lao Lu asked again about eating outside. Eating gutter oil and other things in restaurants outside is not good for your health. If you have time, you can cook it yourself. Don't be lazy.

I answered twice, and Lao Lu asked me where I would stay in Linhai. He was going on a business trip to Linhai in two days and stopped by to see me.
Chapter completed!