Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 85

"father!"

Lao Bao could detect the excitement in Bao Guowei's voice, and he looked at the young man wearing gray cotton clothes standing at the door of the small house.

In the faint morning light, Bao Guowei could be seen holding a letter in his right hand, with an excited smile on his face.

Bao Guowei took a shower last night and didn't have time to apply hair oil this morning. A breeze blew by, and his slightly long hair flowed in the wind.

No matter how many times he watched it, Lao Bao always felt that Bao Guowei looked a bit like himself when he was younger.

"Eh!"

Lao Bao agreed.

"You should quit that servant's job!"

"it is good!"

"What I'm saying is true!"

When Bao Guowei heard that Lao Bao agreed so readily, he thought he was joking.

"What I said is true!"

Lao Bao agreed loudly. He picked up the bowl and took a sip of the thin egg soup. He felt a sore feeling in his nose.

Although Lao Bao is not as smart as Hu Da, he is by no means a fool.

When he saw Mr. Qin and Section Chief Gao trying to please Bao Guowei at the banquet that day, he already knew in his heart that one day he would be able to "break free" of the shackles that had bound him for a lifetime.

I just didn't expect this day to come so suddenly and so quickly.

As Bao Guowei once said: "Is there anyone in this world who is born a bitch?"

The fact that he is a servant has always been a thorn in Lao Bao's heart.

This thorn is not thick, but it pierces very deep. It has tortured him every day since he was a child, irritating his nerves.

Recently, especially after Bao Guowei went to school, this thorn began to become thicker and thicker, and it even caused Bao Guowei some pain.

At night, Lao Bao often lay alone in bed, covered with a thin quilt, tossing and turning - unable to sleep.

Waiting and waiting, finally, finally - until this day.

Saying these words, Lao Bao seemed to be relieved of the burden he had carried for decades, and the ubiquitous thorn seemed to have left his body.

I just feel like all the fatigue, all the suffering, everything on my body seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

Lao Bao wiped his eyes and looked at Bao Guowei, who was standing at the door of the yard with his hands on his hips and looking around in the yard, still looking a little excited.

He didn't know how much he hoped that Guowei's mother could see Bao Guowei like this - this high-spirited young man, just one look at it was enough to inspire people!
Today, Bao Guowei seems as if - as if - nothing in this world can stop his son.

In the past, it was Lao Bao who protected Bao Guowei from wind and rain, but today it was finally Bao Guowei's turn to become the pillar of the family.

"Guowei, Guowei... Damn it, Guowei is capable now, have you seen it? Have you seen it! If only you could do it later..."

This person has passed away, so there is no need to care about him. Lao Bao often said this sentence, but he always couldn't do it.

……

Bao Guowei took a leave from school, and today he will accompany Lao Bao to handle some "chores"

In the west of the city, where every inch of land is precious, most of the rich and powerful businessmen live here - it is lined with green trees and tall buildings.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Bao and his son walked along. In addition to seeing various vendors, stock exchanges, restaurants, they also saw many comic shops, book stores, dance halls, movie theaters and other industries.

The revenue of the entertainment industry in the west of the city is always very good, so there are many stores opened, but this kind of industry is almost extinct in the south of the city. The only entertainment industry there is a brothel, and maybe a smokehouse.

When passing a high-end hotel, Bao Guowei finally stood firm.

This hotel is called Tiandi Jinlou Hotel, located at the intersection of Central Street in the west of the city - a traffic artery.The restaurant is more than ten meters high and covers a vast area. The outer layer is inlaid with blue glass, reflecting the bright sunlight. It is a landmark building.

"Tiandi Jinlou Hotel is nearby."

After reading the sign hanging on the top of the hotel, Bao Guowei looked around:
There was a lot of traffic and hustle and bustle, and the pedestrians on the road, both men and women, were all very cleanly dressed.

Luxurious rickshaw drivers pulled guests, black classic cars passed slowly through the streets, and government soldiers managing traffic could even be seen on the roadside.

There was a newsboy wearing a black hat and clean clothes, standing beside the cross street, holding a stack of mimeographed newspapers in his hand and shouting.

As the newsboy's little hand shook, the gray newspaper clattered.

"Suzhou Daily! Three cents a copy."

Every morning, when the newspaper office distributes newspapers, a group of children will rush in like locusts, scrambling to grab a newspaper, and quickly run to the street to sell it, in order to earn the meager four or five cents per newspaper. profit.

Even poor people must wear clean clothes here, otherwise they will not be able to do business and will be driven away by the soldiers.

In short, compared to the west of the city and the south of the city, it is like heaven and earth.

……

The father and son walked westward for more than a hundred steps. On the second road on the west side of the central street in the north of the city, there was a stone-walled house. From the outside, you could see a small building inside.

The red door of the house is tightly closed, with gold rings at both ends, and a large trapezoidal lock on the gold ring.

Bao Guowei took out the key from his trousers pocket, inserted it into the big lock, and twisted it slightly.

With a "click" sound, the big lock opened.

Bao Guowei grabbed the golden ring and opened the door with all his strength, only to feel that his eyes suddenly opened up.

There are no redundant buildings in the clean courtyard. There is a small, pretty-looking foreign-style building standing alone in it. The main body is built with gray bricks and some red bricks for embellishment.

The door of the small foreign-style building is an arched door. The wooden door is painted with white paint, and the upper part is inlaid with transparent glass. Several white wooden horizontal bars divide the glass into several pieces, which looks extremely regular.

The house occupies an area of ​​approximately 150 square meters, and the small foreign-style building visually estimates that the first floor is nearly [-] square meters, with a total of two floors.

……

"Guowei, does this house really belong to our family?"

Standing in front of the arch of the small foreign-style building, Lao Bao still felt like he was dreaming - would such a beautiful small foreign-style building belong to his family from now on?
“We’ll even have the title deed soon, so of course it’s our home!”

After hearing the confirmation from Bao Guowei, Lao Bao finally confirmed that this house will belong to the Bao family from now on.

Although Lao Bao has no culture, when faced with this situation, he couldn't help but want to recite a poem:
The house is really big!What a big house!In the past, I only saw the master living there!It finally arrived at my home this year!
Both father and son were a little excited. Bao Guowei opened the door and took the lead in stepping into the small foreign building.

Opening the door is the main hall. The walls and ceiling are all painted with white gypsum powder, which is extremely smooth.

The floor is made of square marbles with very smooth specifications and natural patterns.

There is a mahogany table against the wall of the living room and a stove for heating. I haven’t looked at the furniture in the various rooms yet!
Lao Bao followed Bao Guowei in and was startled when he saw the marble floor. He subconsciously looked up:
There is a palace lantern hanging from the ceiling, and several transparent colored glasses are hung on the palace lantern.

Seeing a white mechanism next to the wall, Lao Bao felt a little excited and walked over tremblingly.

A calloused hand was placed next to the switch and pressed lightly, as if afraid of damaging the switch.

"Snapped!"

The switch made such a sound, and the golden light turned on, emitting a gorgeous golden light, illuminating the room brightly.

Lao Bao recalled the embarrassing situation when he accompanied Bao Guowei to buy glasses and was restless in the store.

But now he is standing under this beautiful palace lantern, with exquisite marble under his feet.

And—this will be the Bao family’s new home from now on!
Lao Bao didn't know what to say.

(End of this chapter)