Violators Club

Chapter 427
Chapter 426 New Year's Eve

January 28th, the Lunar New Year's Day.

Located in a secluded col in the south, surrounded by mountains.

The old-fashioned houses, the blue-black tiles have a simple charm. This morning, there was a heavy fog in Tazhai Village, and the gray chimneys were emitting heat and green smoke. The whole village was filled with a special smell.

Located in the east of Tazhai Village, there is such a small two-story western-style building.

Grape vines are twined on the slender bamboo frame.

The dark green grape leaves are looming in the white mist, and under the thick layer of grape leaves, the old gray-purple grape vines burst out with rough bark, like scales.

A ray of sunlight, through the white mist and the cover of the grape leaves, finally fell on the bright glass.

Lin Dabao sandwiched the quilt, covered his head with a pillow towel, and lay on the bed in a rather distorted posture. With a sound from outside the door, Lin Dabao opened his eyes sleepily, and complained helplessly:

"Mom, I didn't go to bed until one o'clock last night."

Mother Lin stared, wearing a festive red apron:
"Who told you to sleep so late? Get up quickly."

Lin Dabao raised his eyelids with a troubled expression, and shouted feebly:
"Oh."

"Snapped!"

The wet hand slapped Lin Dabao's back.

Mother Lin glared at the lazy boy, with a savage look: "Oh what, get up quickly, someone will come to the house later, and when I saw you lying on the bed, what did you say?"

There was a red palm print on the white back in an instant.

The cold palm made Lin Dabao tremble, and he sat up from the bed in an instant, shouting in a hurry:

"I know, I know."

Seeing her son getting up from the bed, Mother Lin flashed a gratified smile, but she still did not forget to remind:
"I've found clothes for you, don't forget to wear red socks, it's festive to wear during the Chinese New Year."

Glancing at the tacky red dress on the bedside, Lin Dabao opened his mouth. He wanted to argue with his long-winded mother, but finally lowered his head helplessly.

The first day of the first lunar month is the happiest day of the year for the juniors.

Because on this day, as long as you have a sweet mouth, you can get a lot of red envelopes.

Of course, parents who go too far will take away the red envelopes, which is more embarrassing.

Get up from the bed, red socks, red shoes, red cotton jacket and red pants.

Putting on this tacky bright red dress, Lin Dabao examined it in front of the mirror for a moment.

Not to mention, although the suit looked ugly at first, it felt inexplicably festive when worn.

Wash your face, brush your teeth, and apply moisturizer.

The completely new Lin Dabao walked out of the house in good spirits. As soon as he got downstairs, he saw his father talking with a familiar elder in the living room on the first floor of his house.

Three steps and two steps in parallel, Lin Dabao leaned over, with a bright smile on his face:
"Uncle Hui, you are here. Happy New Year, I wish you a fortune."

Unlike Lin Dabao's bright red suit, Uncle Hui is a respectable person.

Wearing a gray and black Chinese tunic suit, he looks clean and neat, like a shrewd and capable man of action. With Lin Dabao saying Happy Chinese New Year, Lin Yaodong took out a big red envelope from his pocket and handed it over:

"All good, all good, Dabao, this is a big red envelope from Uncle Hui."

Lin Dabao took the red envelope and packed it thickly, making his smile brighter and brighter:
"Thank you Uncle Hui, Uncle Hui is generous, Dad, happy Chinese New Year."

As he said that, a cunning flashed in Lin Dabao's eyes.

He turned his head to look at his father, and made a gesture of counting money.

Lin Zonghui froze for a moment, then picked up a peanut from the table and threw it over: "Little bastard, how old are you, and you still want a red envelope from your father, didn't I give it to you by the bedside?"

Grab the peanut with your backhand and press firmly with your thumb and forefinger.

With a sound of "click", the peanut shell shattered, and he threw the peanuts into his mouth. Lin Dabao pouted: "You are lucky, only 50 yuan, and this is the red envelope that Uncle Hui gave me. There are at least [-] yuan in it." Hundred."

Lin Zonghui glared at his son in embarrassment:
"You still dare to be stubborn, see if I don't beat you."

Seeing his father getting up and preparing to beat someone, Lin Dabao's eyes flashed with fear, and he hurriedly ran all the way to the kitchen at home:
"Uncle Hui, I'll go eat first, you and my dad can talk slowly."

And as Lin Dabao left, Lin Zonghui shook his head with a helpless expression:
"This little bastard, after going out for a while, he is getting more and more outrageous."

But even so, there was a smile on the corner of Lin Zonghui's mouth.

Is Lin Dabao short of money?

He is not short of money.

Should Lin Zonghui give lucky red envelopes?
It doesn't seem to be necessary, after all, Lin Dabao is in his 20s this year and has been working for several years.

But there is a saying that is true, in the eyes of the elders, children will always be children.

The red envelope is not important, the important thing is that on this day of the Chinese New Year, someone still remembers to give you a red envelope.

I left in autumn and didn't come back until years ago,

Saying I don't miss it is a lie.

But looking at Lin Dabao, who has a new look and has grown a lot, Lin Zonghui, as a father, is really relieved.

On the other side, glancing at the pretending Lin Zonghui, Lin Yaodong picked up the teacup and took a sip of clear tea:

"Actually, this is quite good. When the child is grown up, he should go out and see the world."

After the words fell, Lin Zonghui nodded with emotion, and expressed his agreement:

"Yeah, it's useless to live in a ravine all the time."

The speaker didn't intend to listen, and the listener did. As Lin Zonghui's words fell, Lin Yaodong gave him a playful look:
"What? I'm envious, why don't you go out and venture out in the next year, and then I will let my son follow you."

Lin Zonghui froze for a moment, and a figure of four or five years old with a runny nose subconsciously appeared in his mind.

After estimating the time, I couldn't help but feel a little more surprised:

"Jing Wen? He's only sixteen, are you willing?"

Lin Jingwen is Lin Yaodong's child, and he lived in Tazhai for a while when he was a child.

At that time, the village was poor, and Lin Jingwen often spent time at his own home, and now he is probably at the age of high school, which is fundamentally different from Lin Dabao, a brat who has been struggling in society for several years.

Facing Lin Zonghui's surprise, Lin Yaodong shook his head. This old father was as cruel to himself as he was to his son:

"What's there to bear?"

Seeing Lin Yaodong's serious face, Lin Zonghui, who felt the gap between the two sides, was silent for a moment, then shook his head:
"Forget it, I know I'm not the material, it's okay for me to guard the Tazhai, but let me go out like you, I'm not so capable."

Tazhai is nominally owned by Chen Changqing, but the internal structure is dominated by Tazhai.

Lin Yaodong and Lin Zonghui have one outside and one inside, the relationship between the two is more complicated.

It can't be too good, and it can't be too bad. There must be a check and balance between each other.

Lin Zonghui knew that in terms of ability, he was inferior to Lin Yaodong.

It's just that what Lin Yaodong said this year gave him a good idea.

After a short thought, a light flashed in Lin Zonghui's eyes:
"By the way, is Jing Wen coming back this year?"

The corners of the mouth were raised, and there was a smile with wisdom in his hands on his face.

As if he knew what Lin Zonghui wanted to say, Lin Yaodong said directly: "I'm lying down and sleeping at home. I stayed up past one o'clock last night. When I woke up, I brought him here to identify the door."

Frowning, Lin Zonghui looked at Lin Yaodong in surprise:
"Are you not afraid that Mr. Chen will trouble you?"

Lin Yaodong shook his head, a flash of thought flashed in his eyes, as if he had thought of something, he couldn't help feeling a little more emotional:

"You really think Mr. Chen would care?"

Years ago, it should have been the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

At that time, in the provincial capital of Handong Province, Lin Yaodong met Chen Changqing who had just got off the plane. Afterwards, everyone had a meal, that is, this meal, which gave Lin Yaodong the idea of ​​today.

Because when eating, Chen Changqing intentionally or unintentionally moved ahead of time.

In the next year, he plans to build more than 600 logistics warehouses in more than [-] cities across the country.

At the beginning, Lin Yaodong didn't realize it, but felt in his heart that Chen Changqing was really rich, this is the rhythm of having a house in every city in the country.

But after two days, Lin Yaodong realized.

After all, Tazhai is Tazhai. It is too small here, just as Xiangjiang cannot accommodate the real dragon Chen Changqing, and a small Dongshan City cannot accommodate it either.

Chen Changqing's goal is the whole country. He wants to build a huge network to connect cities together.

This is an astonishingly large undertaking, requiring great courage and courage, as well as taking great risks.

But what if?

Lin Yaodong subconsciously thought of the rising monopoly giants in the United States during the two world wars of this century!

Of course, it's too early to tell.

After all, it is just a network, but with this network, unlimited things can be done.

So when he came back this time, Lin Yaodong specially brought his son Lin Jingwen with him.

Contrary to what Lin Zonghui thought, he thought he was trying to solidify the rights of Tazhai.

But actually?

Lin Yaodong did this to tell Chen Changqing that he had no idea about Baile's big net, because he was afraid, because he knew how much impact Chen Changqing's big net would have if it was formed.

To be a human being, you must recognize yourself, and if you eat enough, you will suffer in your stomach.

But if greedy?It will kill people!

As he got to know Chen Changqing better, Lin Yaodong felt more and more how naive his thoughts were at the beginning.

After a brief silence, Lin Yaodong pushed his glasses and asked casually:
"What do you think Mr. Chen is doing now?"

Lin Zonghui glanced at Lin Yaodong, who was not that thoughtful, and said disapprovingly:
"On the first day of the new year, what do you think you can do?"

Lin Yaodong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, turned his head and looked out of the window, with a bit of emotion in his eyes:

"Yeah, today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, what can we do? Another year has passed, time flies so fast."

(End of this chapter)