My 24-year-old President's Wife

Chapter 102 He Jianqiang's Trouble
Inside the elevator.

Li Huaifeng dialed a number, the special twelve-digit number, after thinking twice, he quickly picked up the phone.

"Boss, what's the wind blowing today, why did you remember to call me? Are you bored in China and want to hunt around the world with my brother?"

Ghost Hand asked excitedly, he missed Li Huaifeng a little bit.

"Don't talk nonsense, investigate a person's background for me, I want to know everything about him!"

Li Huaifeng's voice was cold, and he rarely got angry.

"Fuck, boss, who is so short-sighted and offended you? How about, brother, I'll just go there and take his head?" Ghost Hand said seriously.

"Huaxia is not Feilu. Do you think it's so fun to kill someone? Besides, I think I'd dirty my hands by killing him. I want him to be ruined."

Li Huaifeng is merciless, he is a docile male nanny to his relatives, but he is a devil to his enemies.

"I understand, send the other party's information!"

Ghost Hand's voice sank, he didn't dare to neglect what Li Huaifeng ordered.

Afterwards, Li Huaifeng sent the information he had to the ghost hand. With Du Tingyu's background and the reputation of the Du family, it shouldn't be difficult to find something.

Which family's history of prosperity is not based on uncleanness?What Li Huaifeng has to do is to magnify these unclean places infinitely and make Du Tingyu feel a complete failure.

Putting down the phone, Li Huaifeng went back to the office in no mood, thinking where to go to relieve his boredom.

It suddenly occurred to him that He Qiangqiang hadn't come to work for a while, so he decided to visit Xiao He's house.

His family lives far away from the company. According to Xiao He, it takes half an hour to take the subway and transfer to a bus halfway, which is very troublesome.

Li Huaifeng was so generous that he took a taxi.

Half an hour later, I came to an old residential building in the west of the city.

After getting off the car, Brother Feng raised his eyes and looked around, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: Xiao He's house, does this kind of place live?

This is an old-fashioned red brick building built in the 90s, which is rare in the highly developed Zhonghai.

This is called the slag area, to put it bluntly, it is a slum area.

Unemployed gangsters, migrant workers, hooligans, and thieves emerged endlessly in the chaotic and dilapidated small buildings.

This place is hated by people of high status in Zhong Hai, even worse than the Temple Street where he lived back then.

Li Huaifeng lit a cigarette, and suddenly understood why Xiao He had always felt inferior.

Following the building number, Li Huaifeng finally found Xiao He's unit building after asking the nearby grocery shopping aunt.

In the narrow corridor, old garbage, outdated wardrobes, shoe racks, pickle jars, and worn-out shoes are piled up in disorder, squeezing the not-so-spacious corridor into an extremely narrow place.

He had a lot of contact with He Qiangqiang, and he had heard that his family conditions were not good, but he did not expect that it was so bad.

When they came to the top floor, Li Huaifeng knocked on the door. The surface of the wooden door was uneven and dilapidated.

The door opened, and there stood a 50-year-old aunt with gray hair inside.

"Boy, who are you looking for?"

The aunt's name is Li Su'e, He Qiangqiang's mother, and her real age is 46 years old. Because of poor health, she washes dishes in the back kitchen of restaurants all the year round, so she is much older than her peers.

"Auntie, is this He Qiangqiang's home? I'm a friend of his company!" Li Huaifeng held back a burst of sadness and smiled.

"Oh, it's a strong friend, please come in!"

The aunt warmly welcomed Li Huaifeng in. The house has two bedrooms and one living room, with an area of ​​only forty square meters, which is pitifully small.

Except for an old-fashioned Haier refrigerator and a washing machine of an unknown brand, there were no valuables in it.

At this time, He Qiangqiang was holding a towel to wipe the body of his old father lying on the bed.

"Brother Feng!"

Seeing Li Huaifeng come in, He Jianqiang was very excited, and hurriedly moved a chair.

"Xiao He, why didn't you go to work these days?" Li Huaifeng asked, his eyes swept over He's father, his father looked weather-beaten, his body was very thin, his face had purple scars, and his legs were not flexible. with crutches.

"Brother Feng, let's go outside and talk!" He Jianqiang hesitated to speak, and dragged Li Huaifeng to the next room.

This is He Jianqiang's bedroom, which is very simple, except for a wooden bed, there is only a wardrobe.

On the head of the bed, there was a line of calligraphy written in untidy calligraphy: If a person doesn't work hard, what is the difference from a salted fish? Brother Feng once warned Xiao He, but he didn't expect him to take it so seriously.

"What trouble are you in?" Li Huaifeng held Xiao He's arm and said in a deep voice.

Xiao He lowered his head, as if he had all kinds of pain and difficulties in his heart, but he didn't want to say it.

"My father is sick and needs someone to take care of him. I was fired anyway, so why go to the company!" He Qiangqiang squeezed his hands awkwardly.

"Brother Feng, my parents don't know about my dismissal, so keep it a secret for me, don't tell them!" He Qiangqiang pleaded.

Li Huaifeng glanced at He Qiangqiang, and nodded helplessly. The other party refused to tell his difficulties, how could he help him?
At this time, Father He in the next room coughed violently, Xiao He quickly picked up a bottle of medicine, ran over, brought water to deliver the medicine, and carefully fed it to his father.

Li Huaifeng frowned, and couldn't help asking: "Uncle is very sick. Is it because of his lungs? Besides, there is an injury on his leg?" He's father's illness is so obvious that he can tell it at a glance.

"Young man, do you still know medical skills?" He Qiangqiang's mother was very surprised, and explained: "The old problem is pneumonia, which has not been cured for many years. Trouble, there was a car accident!"

He's mother was in tears, two lines of clear tears fell down suddenly, sobbing choked up.

"Mom, what are you talking about? Brother Feng is here as a guest!" He Jianqiang hurriedly tried to persuade him, fearing that Li Huaifeng would be suspicious.

Hearing this, Li Huaifeng's heart sank even further, and he said in a low voice: "Xiao He, you treat me as an outsider, and you want to keep things at home from me?"

He Jianqiang shook his body, buried his head deeper, and said: "Brother Feng, you have helped me a lot. I can't live up to my expectations, and I can't blame others."

"What happened, tell me quickly!" Li Huaifeng asked.

Seeing that Brother Feng was serious, He Qiangqiang didn't dare to hide it anymore, he let out a long sigh, and spoke eloquently.

His father, He Mantang, has been in poor health and has been bedridden all year round. His mother does odd jobs to help him go to college.

After graduating from university, through his uncle's relationship, he found a job as a security guard in Jindi Group, and the family situation improved.

Xiao He has also reached the marriageable age, and his father knows which girl is willing to marry given their family's conditions?So, I braced my body and found a job as a courier.

Originally, everything was going in a good direction, but just five days ago, He Mantang's tricycle delivering the courier had an accident and collided with an Audi, causing his father's legs to be broken and unable to get out of bed.

Because of this, Xiao He took care of his father at home and did not go to work.

"It's such a big deal. Accidents are inevitable. My leg is broken. Why don't you go to the hospital?" Li Huaifeng asked.

Xiao He licked his lips, but didn't dare to continue.

Li Huaifeng realized something, and asked: "Is it a lack of money? I'll find a way for you!"

Before Xiao He could speak, there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps in the corridor, and five or six men rushed in and rushed into Xiao He's house.

"What about He Mantang? Have I collected enough money to repair the car?"

A tall and thick man with a big gold watch on his wrist swaggered in, followed by a vulgar beauty with big breasts and fat buttocks.

"You pretended to be dead on the bed? You promised to give me 20 yuan in four days, and take the money!"

The man is in his 30s, looks very stern, and has all the habits of the rivers and lakes. He doesn't care that Father He is an elder who is bedridden, with straight eyebrows and eyes, and impetuous speech.

"The money is still being collected, brother, you are accommodating us for a few days!" He Qiangqiang hurriedly got up and pulled his mother behind him.

"Come with you B!"

The man kicked the basin over with one foot, splashed it all over the ground, and shouted: "You are so poor, you can't even afford 20 yuan, what are you doing alive? Isn't the house yours? Go to the bank to mortgage it, I'm so poor today!" Money must be received."

Li Huaifeng stood silently at the side, listened to a few words, and probably understood the ins and outs of the matter, He Mantang's tricycle hit the man's Audi, but the accident happened very strangely, not on the road, but on the bicycle lane.

"Brother, you crashed your car and didn't ask the insurance company, why did you ask them for money?" Li Huaifeng asked puzzled.

The man raised his chin and glanced at Li Huaifeng, and said ferociously: "Which onion are you? I don't care who asks for money. It's none of your business? I don't have insurance, so I have to ask for money from old things. What's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)