Chapter 4: Don't Think I'm Young, My Seniority Is High

At nine o'clock in the evening, Nanming pushed the door and walked into private room 308 on the third floor of Wenji Hotel, clutching his stomach, and moaned feebly: "It's finally time for dinner, I'm almost starving to death!"

"That's why I was wrong, I apologize!" Elder Lu who was sitting at the top laughed and apologized to Nan Ming.

"Mr. Lu, don't say that, this kid has eaten a lot just now." Chen Wei has adjusted his mood and state, and said hastily upon hearing this.

A big man is a big man, and at any time, one cannot be disrespectful.

He patted Nan Ming on the back and was about to exit. He is now a guard and dare not be careless.

Mr. Lu's son stood up quickly and said, "Chen Suo, let's eat together."

Chen Wei was a little embarrassed, Lu Lao smiled and said: "Why, don't you even give me the face to have a meal with my old man?"

Chen Wei didn't dare to answer, did he dare not give old Lu face?

Mr. Chen's son also smiled and said, "Two days before and after, each of you two brothers saved the old man once. Alas, I really want to thank you."

"It's not a word of thanks anymore." Lu Lao said, "Actually, I don't care, Xiao Chen, you caught Li Tubin, this is a great achievement... Ah, it's dinner, don't talk about it, Zhen Guo, you go Let them eat."

Lu Zhenguo stood up and walked out, but Chen Wei hurriedly stopped him and wanted to go by himself.

"Xiao Chen, don't worry about it. You two are guests today. Come and sit here." Mr. Lu waved his hand to stop him.

Today's meal is not only a thank you, but also an apology. Chen Wei was indeed wronged today.

Moreover, these warriors are like ancient good generals, who wouldn't want to win them over?

Chen Wei sat down next to Old Lu in fear, he was not as heartless as Nan Ming, but he knew the weight of the old man in front of him. If it was Lu Zhenguo's treat today, there must be a lot of cheeky people coming to accompany the guests, but today is Mr. Lu's treat, there is not even a single person who dares to join in the fun, only the four of them alone.

Nan Ming was honest and blunt, sat down and looked at the door eagerly, looking forward to the food being served.

This snack! I'm afraid it's the ones I told you before I came today, I've forgotten it! Chen Wei couldn't laugh or cry.

In fact, he was already hungry too. What happened today, there are really not many people who can eat right now.

Lu Zhenguo went out to say hello, and the food came out like water.

Nan Ming looked at it, and was immediately disappointed. All the dishes served were bland and tasteless, and they really couldn't whet the appetite.

Although Mr. Lu is treating guests to dinner, the people in Wenji Hotel must of course take care of Mr. Lu's taste. As for the guests, it doesn't matter.

"Zhen Guo, you, you, you don't even have the slightest wink. Didn't you see that our little guest is unhappy?" Seeing Nan Ming's expression, Lu Lao laughed and said to Lu Zhenguo.

"Dad, they haven't got all the orders yet." Lu Zhenguo guessed that he hadn't been taught such a lesson because of the ordering problem in decades, and he said with a red face.

Only the subordinates have always figured out his tastes, and they are cautious, lest they are not thoughtful. How can he figure out other people's preferences?

After finishing speaking, he glared at a middle-aged man who was serving outside, and the middle-aged man hurriedly smiled and said, "Yes, yes, our Lu cuisine master at Wenji Hotel is best at a nine-turn large intestine, which is fat and delicious. Not greasy, fresh and delicious, it will arrive immediately.”

Nan Ming's saliva was drooling.

"Zhen Guo, please accompany Xiao Chen well today." Mr. Lu gave Lu Zhenguo a word, looked at Nan Ming with a smile, helped him hold a piece of Jiuzhuan large intestine, and asked, "Nan Ming... I can call you Xiao Ming, right? Do you know who I am, Grandpa?"

"Uncle." Nan Ming said.

"What?" Lu Lao was stunned.

"You are so young, you can only be uncle." Nan Ming said.

Lu Lao laughed loudly, Lu Zhenguo next to him was really worried about what would happen to him if he laughed again, and was on tenterhooks.

Chen Wei next to him felt helpless, this kid was really good at talking, he took advantage of it, and acted like a good boy.

But this kind of cuteness and cuteness can only be used at Nanming's age, and it would be disgusting if he was a few years older.

As Nanming often said: Life is short, if you don't pretend to be young, you will grow old.

"Okay, Uncle is just Uncle. Do you know who I am, Uncle?" Elder Lu seemed really happy.

"I don't know." Nan Ming shook his head, "I only know that you are the one who treats guests today."

"Yes, yes, I'm treating you." Elder Lu laughed again.

Lu Zhenguo next to him was speechless. How could such a silly conversation be so funny? But dad seems to be in a good mood today.

Ordinary people have experienced the danger of a heart attack and almost died two days ago, and were kidnapped and almost killed. It is good not to worry about it, and it is good to be frightened. Only a person like Lu Lao can still laugh.

But that's fine too. Recently, Dad's thoughts are getting heavier and heavier, and he's frowning all day long. It's good to find a pistachio to tease him.

The grandchildren at home, seeing him is like a mouse seeing a cat, they all walk around the road, who dares to joke with him like this?

"Uncle, my name is Lu Sixian, this is my son Lu Zhenguo, you can call him Second Brother." Elder Lu pointed to the middle-aged man beside him, Lu Zhenguo.

"Second brother." Nan Ming called out honestly and bluntly.

Chen Wei almost fell to the ground. Do you you kid know who this is?

Lu Zhenguo thought about it, and when he changed his thinking angle, he suddenly felt that it was nothing, so he agreed with a smile.

"Since you called me second elder brother..." Lu Zhenguo touched his body, but he really didn't have much.

Now that the atmosphere is clear, don’t say that you don’t have any luxuries on you, even if you have them, you don’t dare to show them off. Lu Zhenguo touched them, and found a pen with a blue body, a silver cap, and an arrow-shaped clip. The ten yuan pens at the school gate are no different.

When he took out the pen, Lu Zhenguo hesitated again. This pen was given to him by his father many years ago. It has been with him through many years of ups and downs. It is extremely precious to him, but he did not expect to take it today. out.

Although this thing is heavy, it is nothing compared to Nan Ming's life-saving grace to the old man.

Nan Ming and Chen Wei each saved Mr. Lu once, and Chen Wei's kindness for saving his life is actually very rewarding. We are both in officialdom and work, so there is no need to say more.

And Nan Ming is just a child now, how to thank Nan Ming is extremely hard to think about.

It would be disrespectful to oneself to say that this life-saving grace was exposed in one meal.

Turning his mind in an instant, Lu Zhenguo sent the pen to him with both hands, and said: "Xiao Ming, you are still a student now, so I will give you a pen."

Nan Ming looked at the pen and was stunned: "This...I can't have it."

"You can take it if I give it to you," Lu Lao said.

Chen Wei looked at the pen, and then at Nan Ming. It was good to send the pen in his heart. The gift is light and affectionate, and there is a little thought in it. And if you don't want the pen, people will have to think about a heavier gift, which is not good, so he said: "Xiao Ming, since Secretary Lu gave it to you, you can take it."

"Brother, you don't understand, this is Parker 51." Nan Ming shook his head, "It's too precious, I can't accept it."

Just as Lu Zhenguo wanted to explain this pen, he wanted to tell Nan Ming to cherish this pen and not to break or lose it easily, but he was stunned when he heard this.

"You know?" Lu Zhenguo really looked at the boy in front of him.

A handsome young man with a strange freshness and clarity, with a clean smile and sincere eyes.

No wonder the old man is willing to make friends with this young man.

"Parker 51?" Chen Wei didn't understand at all, but at least he knew that Parker was a big brand, and it might be really precious.

"Thank you second brother, this pen is too precious, I really can't accept it." Nan Ming pushed the pen over with both hands, said sincerely, then turned to explain to Chen Wei: "Brother, this pen is at least fifty or sixty years old , this is too precious..."

"Fifty or sixty years?" Chen Wei opened his mouth wide and looked at the pen.

Fifty or sixty years of ups and downs, what remains on the pen is only a faint layer of paste, and when it is not broken, it seems to be no different from the pens on the roadside stalls.

Just a plain old pen.

But what condenses on it is not only the years?

Lu Zhenguo stared at Nan Ming, and suddenly understood why there was a swan song of "there are few friends, who will listen to the broken string", and why there was the feeling of "the sword is given to the hero".

When giving a gift, and the other party immediately tells the value of the gift, the giver will be happier and happier than the receiver.

Even if goose feathers are sent thousands of miles away, they must be given to the right person.