Longcheng, Jiang Family Courtyard.

"Something happened, something happened." Jiang Zijian ran into the yard waving a newspaper in his hand.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" Jiang Tieshan's dull voice sounded.

Only then did Jiang Zijian realize that everyone in the family was at home, even his second sister Jiang Honglan and Zhang Shoujun were back.

"This is not in the newspaper..." Jiang Zijian was mid-sentence and found that there was already a newspaper on the table.

It turned out that it was Ding Xiaorong who came back. In the afternoon, she heard someone discussing this matter and took the newspaper back.

Everyone in the family already knows.

"Dad, everyone said that the third child is sure this time...it will cost 100 million to build a building..."

Jiang Zijian asked intermittently.

Father Jiang was silent for a while, and then he said, "Okay, don't worry about it anymore, just do whatever you have to do."

After saying that, Father Jiang got up and went out.

"This..." Everyone in the room looked at each other, and in the end they could only sigh and leave.

Father Jiang sat on the threshold of the door and lit a cigarette.

It gets dark very early in winter. It's just past six o'clock and it's already completely dark. There are no street lights at this time.

In the dark night, there are only dots of red light exposed when the cigarette butt is burning.

It illuminated Jiang's father's wrinkled face after a lifetime of hard work.

The brows on his face were furrowed and he blew out smoke rings.

The look of loneliness on his face became more and more intense. The child was older, although he had already experienced it for Jiang Xiaobai, the somewhat unique third child.

Not only does he need help and worry about his own affairs at home, but he can also help with everything at home.

When this kind of child gets older, you don't have to worry about this feeling. He was awkward before, but he was very relieved after the awkwardness.

But today, he felt extremely uncomfortable. When Jiang Xiaobai was a child, he would get into trouble outside and he would get angry. He would often beat Jiang Xiaobai, and then drag Jiang Xiaobai to apologize to people who deserved it, and pay money to those who deserved it.

I don’t know how many times I have wiped Jiang Xiaobai’s butt. However, I wipe my son’s butt. Otherwise, how could I be his father?

If any son gets into trouble, it’s not me who beats him and wipes his butt at the same time.

But now, with a budget of 100 million, Jiang Tieshan lit up another cigarette.

He couldn't take it out even if he was beaten to death. He could only sit on the threshold, looking at the dark night sky, smoking one cigarette after another. This feeling of powerlessness as a father made him extremely uncomfortable.

More than half an hour later, Father Jiang got up and walked to the entrance of the alley.

At this time, the newsstand at the entrance of the alley was closed, but he still knocked hard.

"Who is it? It's so late and you want to call tomorrow?" a middle-aged woman said as she opened the door.

"His aunt, I want to make a call." Jiang Tieshan said.

"Hey, Brother Jiang, it's you. You should have said something earlier. I heard someone said this morning that your third son is going to build a building, right? It costs 100 million..."

When the middle-aged woman saw it was Jiang Tieshan, a bright smile suddenly broke out on her mean face.

There is a saying: "In the first thirty years, you should respect your father and your son, and in the next thirty years, you should respect your son and your father." Although Jiang Tieshan is just an ordinary retired worker.

But I can't stand the third son of the Jiang family. I've heard that he is the director of the factory. When he got married, so many cars came and he received countless gifts.

She was the one who bought the newspaper, and today's newspaper was even more impressive. I heard that the third son of the Jiang family was going to spend about 100 million to build the tallest building in the province.

My mother, how much is one hundred million? The third child of the Jiang family is so rich.

Although she has also heard some people say that this building cannot be built, why is it happening?

But she thought, if you don't have 100 million and can't build it, then you have to have tens of millions. If you don't have tens of millions, you have to have a few million.

Even if it cannot be built, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse, so it is still someone you need to fawn over.

"Brother Jiang, the fourth child of my family is about to graduate. He has been wandering around at home all day without a job. Some time ago, his father finally asked someone to find a job for him to buy vegetables at the supply and marketing cooperative. Although it was a temporary job, it was still a temporary job.

It's not a serious job either.

This kid just wanted to go and do something, but he actually got into a fight with a customer. You said he was angry or not. He has been resting at home for the past two days. Hearing sweet things, you said..."

The middle-aged woman took out the phone while chattering.

Jiang Tieshan nodded and dialed the phone.

Just as Jiang Xiaobai returned to the office after dinner, he heard the phone ring again.

He gave Song Xin, who followed him in, a hint of color.

Then he answered the phone: "Hello,"

"Is it the third child?" Jiang Tieshan's voice was a little trembling. He was already old. He had sat outside for half an hour in the winter and his words had a nasal sound.

"Dad," Jiang Xiaobai was a little surprised. This was the first time Jiang Tieshan called him.

"Well, dad heard something in the newspaper today..." Jiang Tieshan said this and looked up at the middle-aged woman at the newsstand.

The original intention was to let her avoid talking about something private.

But I didn't expect that the middle-aged woman just smiled and avoided the joke. Why did she avoid it? She has never had any rules about avoidance here.

She knew when Jiang Tieshan called Lao San just now that the call was for Jiang Xiaobai.

If Jiang Tieshan called someone else, she might avoid him with a wink from Jiang Tieshan. She still wanted to hear it and would have more to talk about tomorrow.

"Is it about building a building? Dad, don't worry, I know it well. The bank has already approved a loan of more than 65 million yuan," Jiang Xiaobai said.

"Sixty-five million," Jiang Tieshan exclaimed, and the middle-aged woman on the side also opened her mouth in shock.

"Yes, don't worry, it's okay..." Jiang Xiaobai said.

After chatting for a few more words, Jiang Tieshan hung up the phone.

The middle-aged woman on the side saw Jiang Tieshan finish the phone call and continued to chatter: "Brother Jiang, see if you can talk to your third son and ask my fourth son to follow your third son."

"I can't make the decision on this matter. When the third child comes back, you can talk to him." Jiang Tieshan said while paying for the phone bill.

The middle-aged woman said she didn't want Jiang Tieshan's money.

"Okay, then when Xiaobai comes back, I will take my fourth child to visit you. By the way, what happened to the 65 million I heard just now?"

"It's okay," Jiang Tieshan didn't want to say more. He put down the two dollars, thanked him, and walked quickly towards his home.

Although I didn’t know the specific situation, I chatted with my son Jiang Xiaobai for a few words and found out that the bank had already provided a loan of 65 million, which made me feel relieved.
Chapter completed!