Chapter 2150
: Misunderstanding Caused by the Non-Standard Manner
Yu Li knew her younger sister was bad, but she never expected that Yu Haitang had fallen so low as to exchange her body for pancakes.
Of course, replacing the flatbread with sesame seed cakes is an exaggeration.
But it's pretty much the same. After all, according to Xu Damao, on Xiushui Street, all the men, except for respectable people like him, are men of letters.
Almost everyone else was involved in some kind of entanglement with Yu Haitang.
Xu Damao tried to embellish his image and distance himself from the situation.
But it's clear that these things are no longer important to Yu Li.
Yu Li fainted immediately and was caught in Ma Hua's arms.
Ma Hua carried Yu Li on his back and walked away into the distance.
Xu Damao stood there, scratching his head, so embarrassed he wanted to dig his hair out with his toes.
The young man who had been standing nearby came up and asked, "Master, what's going on?"
Who are these two people?
This is Song Jiefang's apprentice, so naturally he calls him Master.
Xu Damao glared at him and said irritably, "It's nothing, let's pack up and go home. We're not doing business today..."
This bastard gets angry depending on who he's dealing with.
If it were his own apprentice, he would have slapped him long ago.
Xu Damao considers today's incident extremely shameful.
How Yu Li will deal with Yu Haitang when she gets home is still unknown.
Not to mention Ho Yu-chu, even the MCA (Malaysian Chinese Association) didn't know.
After all, this is considered a shameful matter for the Yu family.
These days, there's no such thing as laughing at poverty but not at prostitution.
If a family produces someone like Yu Haitang, their ancestors for eight generations will be disgraced.
It's strange, really. After the founding of the new country, it took the older generation nearly thirty years to straighten our spines.
Ordinary people, regardless of wealth, can stand tall and upright.
The idea of complete freedom advocated after the reform and opening up turned people into slaves of money.
In a few years, a movie will appear, and a national goddess will emerge, who is said to have taken away eight hundred years of gentleness from Sichuan.
He only left the women of Sichuan with the line: "I'm from the mountains of Shu..."
But thinking about it carefully, it's actually quite funny.
Given Xu Lingjun's family background, would he have even given that gentle woman a second glance if it weren't for the events that followed the founding of the new nation?
So what has the new nation given to ordinary people in the decades since its founding?
It's quite obvious.
Even if you are poor and ragged, you can still stand up and interact with others as an equal.
Those so-called superiors no longer dare to look down on ordinary people.
True equality, true freedom and self-love have been found in the past thirty years.
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In the security office of the CNC School, He Yuzhu squinted at the skinny guy squatting by the radiator, looking quite suspicious.
This morning, as soon as he arrived at work, he heard the security guard say that a thief had been caught.
Standing at the main gate, peeking into the school.
And with his difficult-to-understand Mandarin, he might even be an enemy agent.
He Yuzhu didn't usually care about these things, but he came over to see what was so interesting after hearing the security guard say that the other party's Mandarin sounded like gibberish.
Besides, according to what the security guard said, this person wasn't sent to the police station, but directly to Lao Lu's place.
That would be a big problem.
He Yuzhu didn't believe that any enemy agent would be so stupid as to come here and cause trouble before even mastering Mandarin.
If the wrong person has been arrested, then given the current situation...
This person is definitely unlucky.
"What are you doing?" He Yuzhu asked. The boy in the old cotton-padded coat had probably been dealt with quite a bit by the security guards.
These days, security guards don't talk about civility or politeness with suspects.
So when this kid spoke, his eyes were a little vacant, as if he had really been frightened.
"I'm Cen Jianghuo, and I'm looking for Principal He," the young man quickly explained when he saw that He Yuzhu looked like a leader.
However, the words that came out of his mouth sounded as if he had something in his mouth.
No wonder the guards couldn't understand.
Just like how the young man addressed him, he pronounced it as "Hehao Zang".
If Liu Ting hadn't also been from Zhejiang Province, He Yuzhu really wouldn't have understood.
Back when Liu Ting and he had just gotten married, whenever she got anxious, she would speak directly in her hometown dialect.
She sprayed him with a torrent of abuse.
He Yuzhu knew Liu Ting was scolding him, but Liu Ting was smiling when she said those words.
He Yuzhu couldn't even get angry.
If you listen to this young man's Mandarin, it's comparable to Liu Ting's when she was young.
It's obvious here; this kid must be from Zhejiang Province.
He Yuzhu took another closer look at the young man surnamed Cen. He had shifty eyes, was dark-skinned and thin, and certainly didn't look like a decent person.
I wouldn't complain even if I got beaten up by the guards.
The key point is that He Yuzhu is certain that he is not related to Liu Ting's family.
Liu Ting's relatives in her hometown know Liu Ting, but they don't know him.
"I am He Yuzhu, the principal of this school. What do you want with me?" He Yuzhu asked in a deep voice.
After saying that, he gave the guard next to him a disapproving look.
It's obvious the security guards arrested the wrong person.
“I came from Yiwu. Director Qiu said I could come and ask you for advice…” Although the young man surnamed Cen still spoke unclearly, He Yuzhu clearly understood the words ‘Director Qiu’.
He quickly instructed the guards to untie the young man and asked him if he was injured.
Seeing that he had met the person in question, the young man relaxed and spoke more fluently.
He waved his hand and said he was fine.
But He Yuzhu could hear the rumbling in the other person's stomach, and he knew perfectly well that the kid was probably still hungry.
He turned his head and glanced around, then called out to the short man who flashed past the door, "Little bug, little bug, go buy some breakfast."
Xiao Xiaochong poked her little head out from outside the door, her big eyes above the two or three pairs of eyes of the young man surnamed Cen behind her.
After He Yuzhu paid, Xiaochongzi ran errands to make sure the young man surnamed Cen was well-fed and watered.
He Yuzhu then asked the young man, "Did Qiu Yingjie send you here?"
"Yes, my name is Chen Jianghe, Chen as in 'ear east,' Jiang as in 'Yangtze River'... People call me 'chicken feather.'" The young man knew his pronunciation wasn't standard, so he explained it to He Yuzhu.
"Pfft..." The little bug standing behind He Yuzhu couldn't help but laugh.
Chen Jianghe blushed and was about to explain when he heard the little bug laugh and say, "Uncle He, his name is just as funny as mine."
My name is Little Bug, and his name is Chicken Feather…”
He Yuzhu rolled his eyes at the little girl helplessly. When she brought in breakfast earlier, she whispered in his ear that the boy didn't seem like a good person.
Then he stood behind He Yuzhu, never leaving his side.
He Yuzhu knew what the little girl was thinking; she was trying to protect him.
'Chicken feather?' He Yuzhu pondered for a moment. He seemed to remember that Qiu Yingjie had mentioned this name in a letter he wrote to him.
Now it's certain that the other party really came from Qiu Yingjie's side.
How is Comrade Qiu Yingjie doing now?
"How's the small commodities market doing in your area?" He Yuzhu asked casually. (End of Chapter)