"Xia Yu?"

Qin Dong stood up from the sofa, Du Xiaoju pulled up the light rope and lit up the lights in the yard. Xia Yu was carrying a net bag, which contained several bottles of canned food, and a carton on his shoulder, which was a box of instant noodles. He put the things on the ground, and in a blink of an eye, he took out a few boxes of snacks from behind him.

"Well, you have bought too many things and can't save them at home?" Qin Dong smiled, "Are you still giving me a gift?"

Chinese people have a long history of giving gifts. In the 1960s and 1970s, peach pastry wrapped with hemp ropes were excellent. In the 1980s, food was abundant and there were more types of non-staple foods, including canned food, instant noodles, tobacco and alcohol.

"I'm here to see," Xia Yu looked at the yard with the light of the electric light, with red tiles, green trees and white walls, and under the windowsill were all kinds of flowers and plants. Director Qin did not plant flowers, obviously... he looked at Du Xiaoju.

"Sit down, don't you eat?" Qin Dong put the things outside the door and let Xia Yu's people into the house, "Drink a few bottles of beer with me."

Xia Yu looked at the room, color TV, washing machine, refrigerator, all three items, combined furniture and combination sofas, everything was new.

I know that when I buy beer and find Qin Dong’s name in the factory, I also know that he is still running a hotel on the Killing Street. Obviously, Qin Dong is the one who often says that he gets rich first in newspapers and TV.

"Mr. Qin, I've eaten it," Xia Yu sat on the sofa with a smile, "I came here to express my feelings..."

Bang--

Du Xiaoju was startled and rushed over from the kitchen. Xia Yu looked at Qin Dong. The beer bottle was heavily placed on the coffee table by Qin Dong, and the snow-white beer foam flowed down the mouth of the bottle.

"Don't give me some boring farts! Why do you still need to come and see me?..."

"Mr. Qin, no respect is achieved..." Xia Yu looked at Du Xiaoju with a sorry look, and tried to explain with a stammering neck.

"Get out." Qin Dong pointed to the yard outside, and Xia Yu stood up with a smile and wanted to say something, "Please take your stuff, if you don't take it, I'll throw it out for you..."

Xia Yu was very embarrassed, and Qin Dong didn't say anything, "Why, I still want to have a meal here? Come again with empty hands next time, get out..."

The longer he was at Rongbe, he seemed to be more and more influenced by Wu Geng. As his position grew bigger, his domineering seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. He was no longer the Qin Dong who played volleyball with Xia Yu.

Xia Yu held the thing awkwardly, and amid Du Xiaoju's apologies, she walked out embarrassedly...

Du Xiaoju returned to the house, Qin Dong was watching TV and drinking beer, and she complained softly, "They are kind, why are you talking swearing? It's been a long time since I heard you talking swearing..."

...

The street lights in the alley were very dim. Xia Yu looked at the courtyard behind him, and whistled his neck...

"Why--"

The whistle suddenly stopped, and a man in front of him walked over with a large cardboard box more than a half-person tall. Next to him was a woman, and the two were asking about where Qin Dong lived from house to house.

"It's in the alley in front, and there are two Chinese toon trees in front of the door." Xia Yu smiled and turned around and pointed at the front.

"Thank you." The visitor looked up and looked at him, then looked at the things in his hand, "Oh..."
Chapter completed!