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Chapter 6

Mrs. Ren nodded, "No problem, but why didn't you send it there yourself?"

Chen Qi'an explained: "There are only three siblings in her family, and the place where she lives is crowded with people. I went there. If there are any bad rumors, it will not harm her!"

Mrs. Ren nodded in agreement: "School Chen is a modest gentleman, and he will not stand under a dangerous wall."

Chen Qi'an shook his head. If he was a real gentleman, he would grit his teeth and adopt the three siblings.

He pointed to the topmost "Jurisprudence" and said, "I put a check in it, and she will see it when she reads the book."

Chen Qi'an's idea is very simple. "Jurisprudence" is the foundation of law. Song Huanxi's self-study course must start with this book.

When the time comes, she will naturally find the check he tucked in the book.

Mrs. Ren nodded again: "School Chen is thoughtful, and this method is wonderful."

Chen Qi'an looked at Mrs. Ren Zong's calm and stagnant face, and couldn't help but say:
"Mrs. Ren, do you know? Just now, I sent a check for [-] yuan, a bill of [-] yuan, and some small change to Student Song. Guess how Student Song chose it?"

Mrs. Ren finally raised a little interest, "Oh, how does she choose?"

Chen Qi'an's expression softened: "She didn't take the check, nor did she ask for the change, she just took the hundred-yuan bill."

Mrs. Ren thought for a moment, "I don't take the check because the amount is too large, and I don't take the change because it's a drop in the bucket—"

"One hundred is just right. It can not only solve the urgent need, but also fulfill the elders' love."

Chen Qi'an leaned forward, looked into Mrs. Ren's eyes, and asked earnestly, "Mrs. Ren, don't you think that Song is very similar to you?"

Mrs. Ren was stunned for a moment, then stood up slowly, also looked directly into Chen Qi'an's eyes, and said calmly, "Mr. Chen, what he put in front of me was only a handful of coins from the beginning to the end."

After finishing speaking, she picked up the stack of books and walked out. When she reached the door, Mrs stopped her footsteps and said softly without looking back: "...just yesterday, his and that woman's daughter was born."

Chen Qi'an watched Mrs. Ren go out and the door closed, but couldn't say a word of comfort.

He sighed heavily, his situation, and Mrs Ren, speaking of it, can be said to be sympathetic.

It's just that one is an abandoned wife of a wealthy family, and the other is an abandoned son of a wealthy family!

Mrs. Ren's family is well-off, her father and grandparents were all high-ranking officials, and she was also known as the most beautiful woman on the street in Macau. She and the handsome Mr. Ren are a match made in heaven.

Who would have thought that in just a few years, before the two of them had time to grow old, Mr. Ren would change!

Today, Mr. Ren's business in Macau is doing well, but Mrs. Ren lives in a small church school in Hong Kong, living a semi-reclusive life.

Chen Qi'an couldn't help but sighed again. His own family also had a bad debt. When he was studying in England, he secretly changed his major, from business to literature. After he came back, he insisted on marrying a commoner woman whom the old man didn't like. .

Well now, he was an illegitimate child. In a fit of rage, the old man kicked him out of the house. He simply took his mother's surname, and hurled harsh words at the old man: When the old man dies, when will he go back to hold the spirit card!

For so many years, relying on his own ability, he can live a good life.

It's just that occasionally when Song Huanxi was in a situation like this, he couldn't help but think, if he lowered his head, would he not have to leave home?
He is still the most beloved youngest son of that ship tycoon, with a lot of money in his pocket, he can support whoever he wants!

Chen Qi'an shook his head, took back his thoughts, picked up a pen, and forced himself to start thinking about a new novel—the hundred-yuan bills in his wallet were missing, so he had to explain to the Lion at home, right? !

Well, last time I wrote about a beauty in London, the response was good. This time, write a beauty in Paris?

……

After Song Huanxi came out of school, seeing that it was still early, he went to the vegetable market to buy some food.

Thinking of the second child saying that he hadn’t eaten meat for a long time, he went to the pork stall and asked the price—Song Huanxi turned around and went to the fish stall next door without hesitation—in a port city near the sea, fish is always cheaper than pork.

Don't stare at the row of dead fish placed on the straw mat by the fish boss directly.

Squat down and pick two fish whose scales are still bright, and whose eyes are still alive.

Adding up two fish is only half a catty of pork.

Take it back and cook it in braised sauce. The taste is focused, and the flaws of the fish are not fresh enough to cover up. It is a very delicious dish.

It's just a bit expensive.

The owner of the fish stall swiftly removed the fish scales and dissected the belly. Song Huanxi specially ordered, "Please keep the fish bubbles for a while."

After the fish bubble is braised in soy sauce, it crunches to the bite, my brother loves it very much.

After packing up the fish, the owner of the fish stall picked a straw rope, pierced the fish eye, tied the rope again, and handed it to Song Huanxi.

Song Huanxi picked up the fish and walked briskly towards home, feeling a little pity in his heart.

In the early years, when I lived near the port, I would get up early, go to the port, and wait for the fishing boats to come back. The dead fish just caught are extremely cheap, almost free.

Now I live a little far away.

While working in a church school, my father also taught extracurricular cram schools, and his income was actually quite considerable.The reason why the family was frugal and didn't save much money was to buy the house they live in now.

Medium-sized community, there are not so many messy signs downstairs, what kind of massage shop and beauty salon, old Chinese medicine corns and beriberi——

As soon as he turned to the block, Song Huanxi felt relieved. The place where the police officers patrol twice a day still felt very safe.

As soon as he was about to reach the downstairs of the house, a deliberately lowered voice suddenly came from the dark alley next to him: "Ah Huan!"

Song Huanxi paused, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention, so he dodged and got into the dark alley.

A tall young man with a cropped cut and a blue Tang suit on top of a white sweater immediately greeted him. The young man was in his early twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, sharp facial features, and was very heroic.

A piece of fat and thin pork belly was tied to a straw rope in one hand, and a basket filled with more than half of the fruit in the other hand.

"Brother, you have been promoted again."

Song Huanxi noticed that the black dragon embroidered on the chest of the young man's shirt had changed from one to two, so he spoke first with some worry.

Feng Zhanpeng responded disapprovingly: "It's just that there are a few more younger brothers under my command."

Having said that, he still tugged on his coat to cover the two black dragons on his chest.

He paused, and then said: "This is not our territory in Xinyi'an, I won't be able to come here often in the future, but I said hello to Daquan Zaixing, who is in charge of this area, if there is anything wrong, you can go find it." he!"

Seeing Song Huanxi nod obediently in response, Feng Zhanpeng hastily added: "Don't provoke him when you're free. The farther away from that kind of person, the better!"

Song Huanxi: "..."

Brother seems to have forgotten that he himself is that kind of person.

　Daquanzai means mainland smugglers.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)