This is Zhao Shanhe's heart, and it is also something he urgently wants to know. It's not like he doesn't know Zhou Angong's character. To be honest, Zhao Shanhe is not surprised at all that Zhou Angong would be persuaded by the Huang family to help Zheng Nanrun.
What makes him wonder is why Zhao Yongduo doesn't tell him about this matter? There's no need to say it in person, even if it's just a phone call!
After all, it was you, Zhao Yongduo and Zhou Yongjian, who went to my house and asked me to give Zhou Angong a chance. Now that something like this has happened, should you tell me based on emotion and reason?
What does it mean if you ask your sister-in-law to pass on a message?
The moment Zhao Yongrui heard this question, he let out a strong sigh in his heart.
I knew things would turn out like this. Sister, what do you call this thing you are doing? You feel sorry for your son, don’t want him to get divorced, and want him to make more money, but you can’t base all of this on harm.
On the basis of the feelings of mountains and rivers, right?
No matter what, mountains and rivers are your nephews!
"Shanhe, my eldest sister told me about this." Zhao Yongrui could only say this.
"She can tell you, but she can't tell me? Does she think that if she tells me, I will object? My sister-in-law, my aunt has really missed me."
"As long as she tells me, I can pretend that this matter never happened. But she didn't say anything. In this case, then I know what to do next!" Zhao Shanhe said lightly, with a trace of determination in his eyes.
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"you!"
What else did Zhao Yongrui want to persuade? Zhao Shanhe picked up several pieces of mutton and put them into Zhao Yongrui's bowl: "The mutton here is quite tender. Sister, please eat more."
"Okay." Zhao Yongrui ate a piece of mutton and raised his head again, "Well..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, she was interrupted again by Zhao Shanhe: "Also, Pei Yingzhang hasn't come to trouble you recently, has he? Where is he hanging out now? If he dares to trouble you, tell me, I
Let me solve this matter for you."
Why!
After sighing in his heart, Zhao Yongrui stopped thinking about it. His own marriage life had been messed up by himself, and it had become like this, so what qualifications did he have to care about other people's affairs. Brother-in-law, you two can do it.
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At the same time, in the same county, someone was also eating hot pot.
Surrounding the boiling hot pot, Huang Dashan looked at Zhou Angong with satisfaction, raised the wine glass in his hand with a smile and said: "An Gong, I'm very happy that you can figure this out. Listen, the shares I gave you are for me."
It's yours, just keep it with peace of mind. From now on, when you make money for the factory, you also make money for yourself, do you understand?"
"I understand, Dad, I respect you."
Zhou Angong smiled humbly, lowered his wine glass and clinked it.
Huang Yingying looked at this scene and felt happy.
"An Gong, you should have done this a long time ago. I have told you a long time ago that the business you are doing is meaningless. After a long time of hard work, I finally let my sister-in-law earn all the money. I can get it into your hands."
There are too few. You should have come over to help dad with the business, so that we can save some money, don’t you think?"
"Yes, Yingying is right. Whatever Yingying says is right, I will listen to you from now on!"
Zhou Angong felt a helpless and bitter emotion in his heart, but he suppressed it. After squeezing a smile at Huang Yingying, he quickly picked up the wine bottle and filled it up for Huang Dashan.
No problem, the situation is stronger than the person!
Besides, he really doesn’t want to divorce Huang Yingying! He doesn’t want to give up such a big industry as the Huang family! Before, he thought about maintaining his ridiculous dignity, but when Huang Dashan gave him the shares, his pitiful dignity was wiped out on the spot.
Go to hell.
Shares!
If you have real shares, it's all money.
These days, if you have money, you are the boss.
"An Gong, you have to ensure that our limestone can be continuously supplied to the cement factory, because Mr. Zheng told me that he will produce cement in large quantities recently, so this supply source must be guaranteed." Huang Dashan asked.
After Huang Dashan drank two more glasses of wine, he pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "What do you think of Mr. Zheng's treatment of you?"
"How does Mr. Zheng treat me?"
Zhou Angong thought of Zheng Nanrun's kind attitude towards him, so he smiled and said, "It's pretty good."
"That's fine, come on, keep drinking."
Huang Dashan lowered his head, a playful light flashed in his eyes.
Is it really good?
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Zhou Yongjian's family.
Unlike Zhou Angong happily eating hot pot with his father-in-law, the atmosphere here is very quiet. Zhou Yongjian, who had had dinner early, was sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper.
Zhao Yongduo was knitting a sweater. He put it down suddenly as he was knitting, then stared at Zhou Yongjian and suddenly asked: "Old Zhou, do you think we have gone too far?"
"Excessive?"
Zhou Yongjian did not put down the newspaper, but continued to flip through it, and asked disapprovingly: "Why is it too much?"
"Isn't that too much? We made it clear before that we won't let An Gong go to work at the Huang family. Even An Gong himself said so."
"But why has it become like this now? Not only did he go, but he also worked so hard to help Huang Dashan. If Shanhe knew about this, would they say we were ungrateful?" Zhao Yongduo said worriedly.
"He dares!"
After hearing the word "ungrateful", Zhou Yongjian put down the newspaper and said angrily: "Why does he say this? Does he have the qualification to say this? If he hadn't messed up Pei Yingzhang's business, our family would not be safe
Unemployed? After all, he later helped An Gong because of guilt."
"He has a food factory on the left and a hardware factory on the right in Zhaoshan River, as well as a winery and a glass factory. He has so many industries, why doesn't our family An Gong find another way out?"
"Besides, he went to help our in-laws and his father-in-law. Who can find fault with this? You, Zhao Shanhe, don't deal with Zheng Nanrun, but you can't say that you don't let An Gong help his father-in-law.
Bar?"
Zhou Yongjian snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "The matter between Zhao Shanhe and Zheng Nanrun is their business. Don't get involved with the children. You, don't worry about it."
"But I think we should still speak to Shanhe, so that it can be justified on the surface at least." Zhao Yongduo said hesitantly.
"You can tell me, but I won't tell you!"
After Zhou Yongjian finished speaking, he stood up and walked into the room, leaving Zhao Yongduo sitting alone in the living room.
Her expression changed erratically, but she still could not make up her mind to pick up the phone.
…
The night passed quietly.
The next day, when the warm sunshine shone into the room, Zhao Shanhe had already woken up. After washing briefly, he was just about to go out when he received a call from Li Qiuya.
After the two chatted casually for a few words, Li Qiuya asked directly about Zhou Angong.
"How did you know about this? Has this matter reached you?"
Zhao Shanhe was quite surprised.
It shouldn't be. Zhou Angong had just gone to help Huang Dashan. It makes no sense that this matter would have spread to Zhenghe County so quickly, or should that be said? An unbelievable thought suddenly came to Zhao Shanhe's mind.