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Chapter 1867: First meeting with the young Abao

"Grandpa, who is he?" At this time, Abao regained some of his nature, smiling playfully and looking a little cynical.

He grew up with his grandfather and always listened to stories from the past. He thought his grandfather was the most capable person. He obviously wanted to learn skills from the old man, so how come he ended up with an extra master?

"Pa!" Old Master Song, who had just come back to his senses from his recollections, mercilessly hit his grandson's butt with the cane in his hand.

He glared and said, "Little bastard, stop talking nonsense!"

"Hurry back and change into new clothes. You've been scaring people all day!"

"And cut your hair. You have been sleepy and confused for so many years. Do you still have the youthful vigor?"

"If you were not my grandson, you would be a little bastard who has no ambition..." The old man scolded him.

He originally didn't bother to care, but now that his grandson has finally shown some changes and is trying to improve himself, the old man is dissatisfied with everything he sees.

The grandson, who was originally a shrewd and cunning man, has become as depressed as an old man in the past two years. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pick up his walking stick and hit him again as soon as he stopped talking.

"Ouch~" Po jumped in pain, which showed how much effort the old man had put in.

But even though he is already 27 or 28 years old, he sometimes still acts like a child, mumbling to himself out of rebellious psychology.

"What's the point of making it look like a lantern shell? It's still..."

"What did you say?"

Seeing the old man glaring at him, A Bao smiled awkwardly and hurried over to support him.

"Grandpa, I'll help you go back!"

"Stop talking nonsense. Don't look around when you get over there. I'm telling you, this guy is no ordinary person!"

"More than 50 years ago, I already had my first..."

No matter what, he is still his grandson. On the way back, the old man kept reminding Abao to cherish this opportunity no matter what.

This explains why these people paid more quickly after the reform and opening up. Even though they have suffered a lot over the years, their connections and foresight are definitely far beyond those of ordinary people.

The Song family fell into decline only with Abao's generation. Three generations before that, they were a well-known and prominent family in Magic City. They lived in a small Western-style building and had a large number of maids and old women.

Some things are engraved in the bones, and now they are covered by the tattered work clothes on the body. But after changing into a suit and fixing his hair, his temperament is instantly revealed. This is the foundation of a wealthy family.

Due to special circumstances, Abao's family's grand little Western-style house is naturally gone. Although there is a policy, it has not been fully implemented. There is no choice but to get a certain amount of cash compensation.

There is not much left after the children divided the property. Now a family of seven or eight people are crowded in an alley of less than 30 square meters. The parents work in a factory and have no contact with the upper class environment at all.

So after searching around for a while, I couldn't find any suitable clothes. I had no choice but to dig out the suit that the old man wore decades ago, but it didn't fit Po well when he put it on.

When the whole family was at a loss, Abao's mother finally came up with an idea. She borrowed a suit from a neighbor, but it still looked a little empty on Abao, who was a little thin. But that was all they could do.

Abao's mother took her son out to the street corner to get a haircut.

When he came back, Abao looked completely different, but of course he was still one level away from being "Mr. Bao". He was wearing a representative suit from the 1980s and 1990s, and the way he wore it was very much in line with current aesthetic standards.

There’s no other way, this was matched by Abao’s mother!
The old man seemed a little dissatisfied. Look at the silhouette without a waist, the sleeves are almost long enough to form pleats, and the shirt is turned outside out, imitating the "Barrymore collar" that was popular in the movies. It was so ugly that it couldn't be uglier!
I can't have a conflict with my daughter-in-law over this matter, so I might as well just turn a blind eye to it.

"It's getting late, go!"

"Grandpa, Mom and Dad, wait for my good news!"

A Bao left home in high spirits, but when he arrived at the Peace Hotel according to the address, he suddenly became a little scared when he stood at the door.

Looking at the well-dressed people coming and going, and then looking down at my own ill-fitting suit and the worn-out leather shoes on my feet, I inexplicably felt a sense of inferiority.

I backed out instantly.

However, thinking of the disdainful expression of his ex-girlfriend Xuezhi before she left, he gritted his teeth and instantly rekindled his courage. The moment his leather shoes stepped onto the steps of the Peace Hotel, A Bao suddenly realized that he was not that scary.

"Hello, are you a resident or a visitor?" The elegant female receptionist spoke in very standard Mandarin. "Visitor!"

"Room 72!"

"Well... please wait a moment, I need to call to confirm!" The waitress had a smile on her face as she spoke.

"Thank...thank you." Po could only stand here awkwardly and wait, looking around at the people chatting and laughing, feeling like an outsider.

Moreover, it was his first time to come to such a luxurious Peace Hotel. He felt as if he had stepped into a new world. Everything he saw was new and his eyes were almost not enough. The genes in his bones made him restless.

At the same time the phone upstairs rang.

"Ring ring ring!"

"Okay!" There was no expression on the uncle's face after he hung up the phone. His brows were furrowed again, and he seemed to be hesitating in his heart.

After a few seconds he sighed.

"Ah~"

"Mingfan, go pick up the person!" The voice was a little hoarse.

"Okay, uncle~"

Wu Mingfan stood up from the sofa and buttoned up his suit. He had not worn jeans or other casual clothes since his uncle was released from prison. The old man was a former stockbroker and usually cared more about his appearance.

No matter how hot the weather was, he would always wear a Wulikou Zhongshan suit with an inverted mountain-shaped pocket on his chest, in which he would insert a pen, making him look decent and energetic at all times.

So Wu Mingfan also wore a suit and tie, with his hair combed back meticulously. His leather shoes were polished to a shine that could reflect his reflection, and they made a "clicking" sound as he stepped on the floor.

I took the elevator downstairs and recognized Po in the crowd at a glance. To be honest, it’s quite interesting to see Bao, who was once a powerful figure in the drama, acting like a little newbie now.

Although he knew who the other person was, in order to cooperate with his uncle's show of power, Wu Mingfan walked over and looked him up and down with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Are you Po?"

"Yes!" A Bao felt Wu Mingfan's momentum, swallowed silently and pretended to be calm.

After all, the other party looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with, and there were two tall and strong bodyguards following behind him. A Bao had heard his grandfather talk about this kind of scene when he was a child. It was a scene that only big shots would have.

"Come with me, uncle is waiting for you!"

“Thank…thank you~”

In the elevator, it could be seen that Abao was a little reserved. After all, his hands were almost sweating from holding the gift box.

"Don't be nervous~"

"I... I'm not nervous!" A Bao was a little unconvinced, he just felt it was too hot.

She smiled and shook her head. I guess I won't see such cute moments again in the future.

"Uncle, I've brought the person you wanted to you!"

Since returning to Shanghai, influenced by the environment, Wu Mingfan also speaks Shanghai dialect.

I don’t know if the old man was too old and hard of hearing and didn’t hear someone coming, or if he was deliberately ignoring me.

Wu Mingfan led the old man to stand at the door for a few minutes, but the old man did not even look over here. He was still sitting on the chair with his legs crossed, as if compared to the book in his hand, Abao was something not worth mentioning.

I was thinking about sad things and trying hard to hold back my laughter. These are the only three tricks this old man uses to show his power. Sometimes old men can be quite cute.

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)