Uncle's Crisis

Chapter 377 He's Playing Stupid
Gao Zhiyuan's heart twitched, and he wanted to laugh, but he felt sour again, so he said, "Well, let's talk after we meet later."

Feng Dazhi said, "Okay."

In order to take care of him, Gao Zhiyuan thought it would be better to stay near Feng Dazhi's house, so he asked him if there were any better restaurants near the community.

Feng Dazhi thought for a while, and said, "There is a Sichuan restaurant in the house along the street on the left outside the gate of my community. The taste is quite good."

Gao Zhiyuan said: "Okay, let's settle in that one."

Feng Dazhi suddenly remembered something again, and said: "By the way, Xiao Zhou is a lesbian, and she must not like spicy food. How about it, let's go to the one next door."

This is more normal than normal people!

How can it be said by a person who has lost his memory?
Could it be that he pretended to be like that on purpose, as Sun Chaosheng speculated?

Gao Zhiyuan said: "Well, let's wait until later to decide, okay?"

Feng Dazhi said: "Okay, I'll go down and wait for you."

Gao Zhiyuan was still worried, lest he go out early, he said: "Just wait a little bit, I will call you when I arrive."

Feng Dazhi said: "It's okay...it's okay. I'll go out to get some fresh air. After sleeping at home for so long, my body is almost moldy."

Before hanging up the phone, Gao Zhiyuan deliberately asked him, "Dafeng, do you understand who I am?"

Feng Dazhi said: "Do you think I'm stupid? Let me tell you, even if I skinned you, I still know your surname is Gao, and your name is Gao Zhiyuan."

I rely on!

Gao Zhiyuan's heart trembled, this kid, is he really confused?
Still pretending to be confused?
Or half insane?

I couldn't help having a sore nose, and said, "Feng Dazhi, I've been confused by you."

Feng Dazhi said: "It's rare to be confused, it's too tiring to see clearly."

Based on this sentence, Gao Zhiyuan has basically concluded that Sun Chaosheng's reasoning is correct, and this kid is really pretending.

There must be a big secret hidden behind this, and I couldn't rush to lift his veil, and hung up the phone after saying I'll see you in a while.

After walking out of his office, Gao Zhiyuan felt an uncontrollable excitement in his heart. He wanted to cry, laugh, lie, jump, and fly downstairs.

When he arrived at the general office, seeing Dong Xiaowan was still there, he wanted to ask her to go with him, but the words fell into his mouth and he swallowed them again.

After all, it was Zhou Qiaoran who proposed this time, so he walked into the inner room, raised his chin towards the outside, and asked in a low voice, "Is it appropriate to go together?"

Zhou Qiaoran shook his head resolutely and said, "No, next time."

Gao Zhiyuan nodded and said, "Okay then, I'll wait for you outside the gate first."

"Alright, I'll just send this email." Zhou Qiaoran said, then lowered her head and went about her own business.

When passing by the office, Gao Zhiyuan hardly dared to look up, he was worried that Dong Xiaowan would see something, or propose to have dinner together.

Desperately, he went downstairs and walked towards the outside quickly.

When he arrived at the door of the reception room, his heart tightened, and he heard the sound of sharpening the knife again. He turned his head and saw Lao Zhang squatting behind the door sharpening the kitchen knife again.

What the hell!

Isn't this old man crazy?
He wanted to go over to comfort him and stop worrying about that shit, but after thinking about it, since it was a trivial matter, why should he talk about it?

But why does he always sharpen a kitchen knife?
Is it to deter others?
Is it to embolden yourself?

Or is there another purpose?

I don't know, but judging from his cold expression, it seems that he has deep hatred, or wants to do something big and vigorous.

As the old saying goes, a dog that bites does not bark, and his pretentious, murderous look just exposed his guilty conscience and helplessness.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, and shouted towards the door: "Uncle Wang, when the chicken is slaughtered, leave me a chicken leg to eat."

Old Zhang scolded: "You eat chicken feathers, you will be ashamed!"

"You should eat it yourself, I'm not used to eating that stuff." After Gao Zhiyuan said this, he burst out laughing, and kept laughing on the road.

When Zhou Qiaoran caught up, he asked him, "Vice President Gao, what are you laughing at?"

Gao Zhiyuan said: "I'm laughing at Lao Zhang, sharpening a knife every day."

Zhou Qiaoran was taken aback, and asked him, "Is Lao Zhang sharpening his knife?"

Gao Zhiyuan said, "Yes, you didn't see it?"

"No."

"Didn't you hear?"

"No."

"Hey, that's weird." Now, when Gao Zhiyuan was in a daze, he couldn't figure it out. Could it be that Lao Zhang only sharpened his knife in front of his own face?

If so, why was he?

Maybe it's just a coincidence?
There was nothing to doubt, he turned around and asked Zhou Qiaoran: "Why don't you want Xiao Dong to go with you?"

Zhou Qiaoran said: "I heard that she and Feng Dazhi once had a relationship, is it true?"

Gao Zhiyuan said: "That was when Xiao Dong was just transferred here. Feng Dazhi had some ideas, but Xiao Dong disagreed, so no one brought it up again."

Zhou Qiaoran didn't say anything else, and when she saw a taxi approaching, she extended her hand to greet him.

Gao Zhiyuan said: "Actually, it's not too far away. You can walk there. By the way, do some activities. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?"

Zhou Qiaoran said, "I don't want my acquaintances to see me."

It was only then that Gao Zhiyuan realized that when he went out, his head was squeezed by the door. For a while, the eldest son of the Shi family was chasing him closely. How could she be so ostentatious?

The taxi stopped at the gate of the community where Feng Dazhi's family lived, and the two of them saw Feng Dazhi standing in front of the home-cooked restaurant north of the Sichuan restaurant, raising his hand to greet them.

Zhou Qiaoran said, "Isn't he normal?"

Although Gao Zhiyuan realized that Feng Dazhi was pretending, he would never say it easily, especially Zhou Qiaoran who didn't know him at all, so he said: "Don't just look at the appearance, you will know after a while."

Slowly approaching, Feng Dazhi stretched out his hand and shook hands with the two. Not only was his hand stiff, but his face was also very dull.

Especially when he and Zhou Qiaoran held hands, they were completely strangers, and even asked, "Your surname is Zhou, right?"

Zhou Qiaoran was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Gao Zhiyuan.

Gao Zhiyuan blinked and said, "Yes, Xiao Zhou, whose name is Zhou Qiaoran, has been transferred to our unit as the office director."

"Welcome, Director Zhou, welcome." Feng Dazhi said politely, pointed to the home cooking restaurant, and said, "Which one should we go to? The Sichuan flavor is too spicy, and Director Zhou can't stand it."

Gao Zhiyuan said: "Okay, you have considered everything thoroughly."

Zhou Qiaoran then said thank you, followed behind, and walked into the restaurant.

The three sat in a private room inside. Feng Dazhi picked up the menu and asked Zhou Qiaoran to order, saying, "If you want to eat something, just order it."

Zhou Qiaoran glanced at him and said, "Let's have some light food, don't eat too much at night."

Gao Zhiyuan observed the expressions of the two of them, and they were both inexplicably calm, which made him think: Could it be that they are all normal, and he is the one who is abnormal?
After Zhou Qiaoran ordered a green vegetable, he handed the recipe to Gao Zhiyuan and said, "You should order some, men have strong tastes."

"My taste is not heavy at all, and I like what you like." Gao Zhiyuan said, and looked at the recipe.

Zhou Qiaoran felt that there was something in Gao Zhiyuan's words, which seemed a bit ambiguous, but he didn't bother to guess, so he said: "Just talk together, what you say is not important."

Gao Zhiyuan ordered a fat sausage with green peppers, and said to Zhou Qiaoran with a smile: "I'm really sorry for your words if I don't eat something with a strong taste."

Zhou Qiaoran said: "Actually, I also like to eat that bite."

"Come on, it's fat." Gao Zhiyuan said, and handed the recipe to Feng Dazhi.

(End of this chapter)