After leaving the community, Fu Song temporarily decided to go to Huang Jinhuai's place to take a look.

There are a few cars on the Xizhimen Overpass, and the trams No. 102 and 103 are crowded with passengers. Now the bridge is still a low square area, with bursts of laughter and joy floating in the smoke with the smell of meat. It seems that I can have a fat New Year this year.

The people of the capital are welcoming the Spring Festival, but the people of Shanghai are shrouded in the shadow of hepatitis A.

"As of last night, 537 people have been cured and discharged from the Municipal Infectious Disease Hospital, and 9 pregnant women with hepatitis A have successfully delivered their children in the hospital..."

"Some experts pointed out that isatis root has no therapeutic effect on preventing and treating hepatitis A..."

Listening to the radio on the car radio station, Fu Song curled his lips. As the saying goes, disaster comes from the mouth, and illness comes from the mouth. Jiaodong people also eat fermented ferment. Why didn’t Jiaodong have hepatitis A outbreak? That’s because Jiaodong people are particular about eating. No matter what it is, they are cooked before eating. The best way to eat fermented fermented is to mash dumplings. When they think of fermented dumplings, Fu Song couldn’t help but drool.

Why don’t these people remember hepatitis A in early 1988, SARS in early 2003, and **** in early 2020?

Politics, economy, and culture are always related, hepatitis A, price breakthrough, overflowing thoughts and social restlessness, this year is destined not to be a peaceful year...

While he was thinking about it, he had arrived at Huang Jinhuai's doorstep.

"Boss Fu, when I heard the horn sound, I guess you are here. It's cold outside, please come in quickly." Huang Jinhuai became fatter and fatter, and the wrinkles on his face were stretched open by the fat flesh. When he smiled, he disappeared.

Fu Song saw his mouth full of oil and asked with a smile: "Where are you eating?"

Huang Jinhuai said: "That's not true, have you eaten it? I'll add you a pair of chopsticks."

Fu Song waved his hand and said, "No, I'll come over and take a look and leave."

After entering the room, I suddenly saw a young man standing in the main room and said curiously: "Old Huang, is this your son?"

Huang Jinhuai said awkwardly: "I am only one daughter, but where does my son come from? This is my nephew, named Huang An. Last fall, my third brother died, leaving half of his eldest son. He dropped out of school before he graduated from junior high school. He has no ability. When I returned to Cangzhou to attend the funeral, I brought it back. I usually help me run errands and do some tiring work."

After saying that, he pushed his nephew and said angrily: "Why are you doing while standing there? Call him boss? Boss Fu is a cultural person. He has been a university teacher and is a great intellectual."

"Old..., old..." Huang An lowered his head and couldn't scream. He secretly glanced at Huang Jinhuai and said, "Brother, how could an intellectual be a boss?"

Huang An dropped out of school not because he didn't like to study, nor because he was not good at studying, but because he had no money to go to school. His father was a sick man, and his family had already been exhausted in order to treat him. Although the head teacher repeatedly tried to keep him, he still voluntarily dropped out of school.

In his mind, besides his parents, the teacher is the kindest person in the world, and the boss is a capitalist. How can these two types of people be equated?

Huang Jinhuai was almost furious and was about to beat him up, but Fu Song stopped him with a smile.

"Okay, don't beat the child anytime. I don't like the title of boss, call it teacher. How old is this year?"

Huang An knew that he had said the wrong thing just now, blushed and said nothing, and he was anxious and kicked Huang Jinhuai on the thigh, "What about you? It's like a lump of elm."

Huang An hurriedly said, "Seventeen years old."

Fu Song asked, "Why don't you go to school?"

Huang An lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "The family is poor and I can't afford to go to school."

Huang Jinhuai interrupted, "I said I would support him to go to school, but he refused to do so. Alas, there are five orphans and widows left in his family. I think I can help you if I can. Don't stick it, be diligent and go to make a pot of tea."

"Hey, I'll go now." Huang An ran out with relief.

Seeing that he could not beat a single fart with three sticks, Huang Jinhuai smiled bitterly: "Boss Fu, my nephew is introverted and shy. When he sees a stranger, he is so worried about me."

Fu Song said: "There are so many people who can speak and be wise, such as Lao Huang."

Huang Jinhuai smiled awkwardly and said carefully: "Boss, what, my nephew didn't discuss this with you, I..."

Fu Song waved his hand and said, "What are you discussing with me? You are not young, so it's okay to ask someone for help."

Huang Jinhuai breathed a sigh of relief and said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you!"

Fu Song asked: "Don't plan to adopt it? The young man is quite down-to-earth."

Huang Jinhuai shook his head and said, "It's all a family, why are you trying to do it? Of course it's good to be willing to give me a pension to the end. I'm not willing to take it down. I've lived my whole life alone for most of my life and got used to it."

Fu Song said: "You can see it openly."

Huang Jinhuai smiled and said, "You are so arrogant to me. If this nephew is not at ease, I will not bring it back."

Fu Song pointed at him and said, "I'll just say, how could you, a person with the old Huang Monkey Sperm, do a loser business?"

At this time, Huang An walked over with a teapot, "Bo, tea is here."

Huang Jinhuai took the teapot and waved his hand and said, "You go to have a meal first."

After Huang An went out, Huang Jinhuai moved a shoe box from the cabinet on the kang and said, "In the past six months, I have collected more than 20 houses, and there are many treasures. The real estate certificates are all here. I asked me to put them in the wing room. By the way, there are two calligraphy and paintings, please take a look."

Fu Song is no longer interested in buying a house now, so he is too lazy to open the shoe box to check it out. Instead, he pretended to look at two calligraphy and paintings, but he didn't see any reason. He rolled it up and put it aside, and said, "Don't collect the house in the future."

"Ah? I won't accept it anymore?" Huang Jinhuai was a little stunned. Then what will I do in the future?

Fu Song knew what he was thinking and said, "Didn't you just say that you are not young anymore, so do something else."

Huang Jinhuai said with a sad face: "I am at this age, what can I do? I will sweep the streets after I come out."

Fu Song said: "I remember you bought a lot of stores. You can think about it yourself to see if you can use it and do some small business. I will use the store to invest in it and I will pay the start-up capital."

Huang Jinhuai was both surprised and happy: "Really?"

Fu Song said: "But I am vilifying and talking about the beginning. If you make money, we will share the money equally, and if you lose money, we will break up."

Huang Jinhuai's face flushed with excitement, and he patted his chest and said, "Just wait to count the money."

Fu Song smiled. I really don’t like that little money, but I’m curious why he is so confident and asked: “What are you going to do?”

"My family used to sell cloth, and of course they also wanted to sell cloth!"

The name of the cloth shop is no longer needed, it is his former signature - "Huangji Clothing Village".

Fu Song almost came up in one breath and said speechlessly: "Sell cloth?"
Chapter completed!