Chapter 910 Buying Mulberries

The location where Uncle Jia parked his car was right in front of the parking lot, but this location was very good, not only allowing Mr. Ling to see him when he went out, but also not affecting the cars coming out of the parking lot.

"Okay, then please be careful on the road." The person who just asked the question was the person from the Health Bureau. After hearing what Mr. Ling said, he immediately changed his words and said seriously.

"Well, go back early." Mr. Ling nodded, then walked towards the parking lot.

"Wait here, the bus will come out in a while." The person from the Health Bureau had just arrived, and when he saw Mr. Ling walking towards the parking lot, he naturally reminded him.

"It's okay, my car is not inside, it's right there." Mr. Ling pointed at Uncle Jia's red tricycle and said.

"What do you mean?" The Health Bureau's eyes widened, he looked at the fully enclosed tricycle, then at Mr. Ling, and asked in disbelief.

"Yes." Mr. Ling nodded, and then walked straight towards Uncle Jia.

When Mr. Ling arrived at the car, he first said hello to Uncle Jia, said a few words with a smile on his face, and then opened the car door and went in.

Now the people in the Health Bureau were completely dumbfounded. What was going on? At first, they wanted to say why tricycles were allowed in the parking lot of the government agency. It was not a privilege, but just unruly.

Why did he feel that the driver was so arrogant that he wanted Mr. Ling to say hello first, and then he got in the car by himself.

"Did my myopia get worse?" The man took off his glasses from the bridge of his nose, wiped them with the hem of his clothes and put them on again without caring about anything else.

But even so, he still watched the red tricycle slowly drive away.

Mr. Ling's hand immediately calmed down all the people who had not left. Originally, everyone was quietly waiting for their own cars to pick them up, but now they all stared blankly at the red tricycle going away.

"Did you just see that?" The man directly grabbed the person next to him, no matter who it was, and asked directly.

"I saw it. I saw Mr. Ling getting on a tricycle. He got on it by himself. It seems like they know each other." The man also said blankly.

"Yes, I've seen it too. Has the recent anti-corruption campaign gone so far?" This man, who was also wearing a dark blue suit and about forty years old, said with a frown.

"Mr. Ling is so simple. Should we also change the specifications of our trip?" Someone on the side saw the opportunity and said.

"This meal should be simpler, otherwise it would be bad if we bump into each other." Someone nodded with deep understanding.

In fact, it is no wonder that these people are so cautious and surprised. After all, Mr. Ling, as a veteran soldier, relied on his high school education to become a political commissar on the battlefield, and then slowly entered the political arena.

Entering the political arena this time also proved that his talent for politics was much higher than that for joining the army. Now he was prosperous. Several sons born before the war also strived to have some go into politics and others into business. The family became bigger and bigger, so that now After he retired, he still held some idle jobs, and from time to time he needed to hold meetings and give lectures.

He is still very popular with these officials. After all, there are still senior officials on duty in Mr. Ling's family, so his every move will naturally affect the judgment of these people.

For example, now, everyone thinks that with the new anti-corruption campaign, we have to save as much as we can. After all, Mr. Ling has started to do three rounds.

Of course, there are still people who have different ideas. For example, someone from the land planning department asked in a low voice, "Is there something wrong with the Ling family's property?"

When he said this, the man obviously looked at the people from the Taxation Bureau and the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

"I haven't heard of it." Several people looked at each other, then shook their heads.

"Don't make random guesses. It'll be fine if you don't reach out. Just be careful." The municipal party committee who presided over the meeting said directly.

"Yes, yes, we are honest, we must be fine." Now there were more people shouting, but they were all praising the integrity.

"Nothing seems to have happened to Mr. Ling's family. Is it really hard to crack down hard?" The municipal party committee looked very calm on the surface, but he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

However, Mr. Ling and Mr. Jia didn't know about these things, and they were chatting.

Normally, Mr. Ling would naturally have such political acumen, but this time it was about Uncle Jia. He didn't think too much about it. He just wanted to help as much as he could.

"Have you had lunch, Captain Jia? Let's have some at home." Mr. Ling sat in the back and said with a smile.

"I came here to eat fried rice with eggs. You'd better go back and eat something lighter." Uncle Jia said proudly.

"I went to Boss Yuan's place again, and he didn't even ask me to wait for him." Mr. Ling complained.

"The day lilies will be cold by the time you get there." Uncle Jia replied while driving.

"People have to do things. It's not right to leave after finishing. But you don't take care of me as an old man at all." Mr. Ling complained.

"Ling Xiaoliu, Ling Xiaoliu, you think you are still young, your grandson is already that big." Uncle Jia rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"I look older than you, so Captain Jia, you have to take care of me." Mr. Ling said matter-of-factly.

I don't know why, but Mr. Ling's scoundrel look is a bit like Wu Hai's.

"I'm not here to pick you up." Uncle Jia said.

"That won't work. I'll be free in two days. If I treat you to dinner, I'll go to Boss Yuan's place. You can't refuse." Mr. Ling shook his head and said.

"Okay, I paid last time, you pay this time." Uncle Jia said seriously.

"Then it's settled." Mr. Ling quickly confirmed.

There is no other way. Mr. Ling is afraid that Uncle Jia will be too stubborn to agree, so he can only do this.

Uncle Jia naturally knew Mr. Ling's kindness, so he agreed directly without being pretentious.

After all, no one suffers from a meal for one person.

The two old men here were chatting and slowly driving a tricycle home, while Yuan Zhou's business had also ended for the day, and the tavern business had begun.

It was getting dark early, so Yuanzhou opened the back door. The temperature had been a bit abnormal these days, so it wouldn't be too cold when he had the door open while he was waiting for his meal.

The light in the door cast a bright shadow, which was naturally noodle soup.

"Woof woof" suddenly Nian Tang called twice.

"Your noodle soup will be ready soon. Are you hungry today?" Yuan Zhou looked back at the noodle soup.

Usually it is rare for noodle soup to be called and urged like this.

As soon as Yuan Zhou turned around, he saw an old man with a hunched back and a load huddled in the shadows, looking at the noodle soup with some fear. He had gray hair, wearing military green long sleeves, dark brown trousers, and a pair of green feet. shoes.

When Yuan Zhou turned around and saw him, he looked a little embarrassed, but he still spoke first: "Sorry to bother you, I was just passing by."

"Oh, it's okay." Yuan Zhou paused for a moment, then shook his head.

After Yuan Zhou finished speaking, the man seemed to relax and stood up straighter.

"Actually, it's not trying to hurt you, it just reminds me that someone is coming. It will remind me every time someone comes. It doesn't bite." Yuan Zhou frowned and looked at Mian Tang, who immediately retracted and sat down, looking at the person opposite him seriously. .

Seeing the old man showing a relieved expression and preparing to leave, Yuan Zhou smiled and spoke again: "And I guess it's because you are greedy for food. Do you want to sell these mulberries?"

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