Fortunately, he still has some fair-weather friends. They are the kind of friends who, if he really encounters a big problem and ask for help, they will just bite him without adding insult to injury, but they can still help with some small things.
Looking at Mr. Yu standing at the door, Zhang Yu frowned slightly, but still adhered to the principle of politeness and greeted him: "Mr. Yu."
Mr. Yu is also a man of sperm. People like him who climb up from below are the best at looking at their faces. Otherwise, even if he had the ability, he would not be able to climb that high.
Although he had a big problem with his first wife's natal family, it was not because he didn't know how to read people's faces, but because he was distracted and didn't want to look at people's faces anymore. In other words, he felt that after so many years of coaxing
The first wife was already promoted for the sake of her natal family, and the favor of promotion has been repaid.
Once he had this idea, every move of his first wife was seen as oppression, so he did what he did next.
Zhang Yu is his son's savior, and he has a relationship with Chef Wen that he doesn't know about. Although the time was short, he also learned some news about Zhang Yu from his friends today. In short, the person in front of him is his current
Nowadays, there are people who can’t afford to offend.
The reason why he couldn't wait to come to thank her today was that he was sincerely grateful for saving his young son's life, and he also wanted to build a relationship through this friendship.
In previous years, he would still have looked down upon "little people" like Zhang Yu.
But things were different now, and besides, he was vaguely aware of the rejection of him by his former friends.
This kind of rejection is not new in the past two years. Ever since the news of his breakup with his first wife spread, there have been some rifts between him and his former friends. But at that time, he was immersed in the idea of being able to truly be the master of the family.
When you are happy and satisfied that you can enjoy millions of wealth to yourself, this kind of crack will already exist.
But he was not in despair at that time, and relying on the relationship of interests, the two parties could still maintain the status quo.
But as he slowly walked towards the desert, these rejections became more and more obvious.
He now urgently needs to make some "friends" who are beneficial to him, such as Zhang Yu, a "friend" who has a backer behind him and can help him at critical times.
So even though he noticed Zhang Yu's displeasure, he still suppressed his temper and forced out a smile, walked up to Zhang Yu, and presented a box with both hands.
"My little brother saved my son's life and is the benefactor of our whole family. I cannot thank you for this small gift, so please accept it."
Looking at the box in his hand, Zhang Yu waved his hand and politely rejected his offer: "It's just a small effort, no need for such a big gift."
"That won't work. This thing may seem small to my little brother, but it's a huge favor to my Yu family."
Looking at the neighbor who looked over because of Mr. Zai's bow, Zhang Yu could only invite him into the house, but in order to avoid suspicion, he did not close the door.
After the two of them entered the house, people in the courtyard gathered together to talk.
"Who was that just now?" Neighbor A asked with a gossipy face.
"I don't know. He just entered the courtyard and went straight to Xiaoyu's place." Neighbor B shook his head and sighed with regret. Before she could go over to ask, Xiaoyu came back.
"But have you seen the box I brought?" Neighbor C interjected.
"You don't have to tell me, of course I saw it!" Neighbor A glanced at him, his eyes filled with the idea that you were asking knowingly.
Neighbor C seemed to have been misunderstood and waved his hands hurriedly: "I didn't mean what you thought. What do you think that person did to find Xiaoyu just now? Was it just to deliver the box?"
The eyes of the people around were full of curiosity about the box. Even the neighbor D, who had just had a conflict with everyone, now forgot about the unpleasantness and squeezed into the crowd unceremoniously, joining the gossip team.
"What do you think he is telling Xiaoyu now?"
"You ask me, who am I going to ask, or why don't you go over and listen?" Neighbor A, who had just had a conflict with her, rolled her eyes at her and said rudely.
The location where they are now is not far from Zhang Yu's room, which is about ten meters away. With the door open, they can see the movements of Zhang Yu and the man, but they can't hear what they are saying.
But if you take two steps forward and get closer to the two of them, you will definitely be able to hear clearly. However, the door is wide open and there is no way to eavesdrop. Although they are gossips, as elders they still have some dignity.
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Neighbor A said this because he wanted to provoke neighbor D and push him to listen.
Neighbor D also went back in vain, so she didn't want to go. She wanted to lose face, too.
A group of neighbors, you look at me, I look at you, they don't want to go to see each other, they can only sigh in disappointment.
Faced with the gossip that was easily available but could not be heard, a group of people scratched their heads and scratched their heads in discomfort. It was even more uncomfortable when they watched the two people inside opening and closing their mouths and pushing the box back and forth.
They couldn't wait to rush up and open the box to see what was inside?
Seeing them like this, Aunt Zhao, who was washing clothes at the side, said: "What's so difficult about this? Can't we just go over and ask Xiaoyu after that person leaves? It's not a big deal, Xiaoyu still
Can I not tell you or something?"
Everyone present nodded collectively and looked at Aunt Zhao with approval. Otherwise, why would she be the aunt in the courtyard? She has to look at her at critical moments!
Originally I was very happy to be invited into the house to have tea with Mr. Yu, thinking that I could easily win over Zhang Yu, a young man with little experience in the world.
But when I saw Zhang Yu's unclosed door, I had a bad feeling.
The result was just as he expected. Although Zhang Yu was not as good as those old foxes, no matter what he said, Zhang Yu just refused to answer.
Half an hour later, Mr. Yu let out a sigh of disappointment. All his intentions today were unsuccessful.
Looking at Zhang Yu who was serving him tea with a smile, Mr. Yu could only sigh in his heart: "The young people are terrible!"
Knowing that Zhang Yu was not as simple as he thought and that he could not achieve his purpose today, Mr. Yu said goodbye.
Zhang Yu also wished he could leave immediately with Mr. Yu. God knows how uncomfortable it is to talk to an old fox. He must always be on guard against the traps in his words.
If he was really his age and had never seen future generations and didn't know the trajectory of history, he might have been deceived by him and regarded him as some kind and loving elder.
Even so, just half an hour of playing video games left him physically and mentally exhausted.
Zhang Yu sent Mr. Yu out with a smile, as if he was sending away the God of Plague, but in his heart, Mr. Yu could indeed be hooked on the God of Plague.
