It was quite good for a rich man to be so polite. Jiang Zhihao looked down at Zhong Jiawei in his arms, hesitating whether to agree or not.
Zhong Jiawei seemed to be aware of this. She raised her head and whispered: "If you have something to do, just do it first. I'll be fine. If I delay your business, I will be even more sad."
"It was Ma Xiaofu, the son of the 4S shop owner who bought a car last time, who wanted to meet me for dinner tomorrow," Jiang Zhihao explained.
"Mr. Ma has also helped us a lot. You should go. I'm really fine. If you're worried, just come back early." Zhong Jiawei said.
Looking at her firm eyes, Jiang Zhihao understood that if he didn't agree, she might really feel more sorry.
"Okay, then at noon tomorrow, just send me the location." Jiang Zhihao said.
Ma Xiaofu was very happy, but then he remembered another thing and asked: "Brother Jiang, I heard that guy Tan Junda said that there is something going on with the house on Xichang Road? Can I also have a hand in it?"
Tan Junda is a person who likes to show off, and this is where he has spent the most money recently. Even if the results have not yet come out, he still can't help but show off.
After Ma Xiaofu heard about it from him, he couldn't help but want to invest some money to try the water.
Regarding matters in the slums, Jiang Zhihao has no intention of monopolizing it. He cannot occupy such a large territory by himself. Since he is Tan Junda's friend and intends to make friends with him, it is appropriate to bring them to make some money.
"You can vote if you want, there's no problem with that," Jiang Zhihao replied.
"Okay!" Ma Xiaofu hung up the phone even more happily.
Then, Jiang Zhihao put the phone back in his pocket, hugged Zhong Jiawei, and said: "Today is a good day. Although I haven't lived in the new house yet, it's not an exaggeration to celebrate. Let's go buy some food together and pick up Lingling later.
, I’ll make delicious food for you!”
These pyrotechnic words finally made Zhong Jiawei's melancholy subside a little. She nodded and held her husband's hand firmly.
No matter what others think, at least what she sees now is a good husband and a good father, and that is enough.
After all, life is not for others to see, but for yourself.
At the same time, Shao Hailan had returned home.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw her husband Zhong Wenxing sitting on the sofa counting money.
"What are you doing with so much money?" Shao Hailan asked.
"I took it, it was Peng Laoliu who paid it back to me. Didn't he get seriously ill two years ago and borrowed 50,000 yuan from me? Today he paid it all back." Zhong Wenxing said cheerfully.
Shao Hailan looked puzzled and asked: "Didn't Peng Laoliu say that he spent all the money on medical treatment and owed a lot of debt? You called him to ask for it a few years ago, but he said you can't pay it back now. Why did you suddenly pay him back?