Chapter 48

"Forgot to ask Mr. Zhao for his phone number!" Jin Mingzhe harshly blamed himself.

Bai Haijun thought for a moment, "Brother Jin, I can find out Mr. Zhao's address."

"Bai Haijun, you should think about how to face the boss's roar tomorrow," Mei Jun said coldly.

Jin Mingzhe left without raising his head.

Bai Haijun's face turned bitter, and he immediately became a human bitter melon.

Zhu Zhijun was greatly puzzled, "Zhiquan, you came back but didn't come to see me. Tsk, tsk, and also, you made a fortune but still drive this old car? Over ten million, at least get a modern sports car, this is too low-class!"

He couldn't sit comfortably, suddenly remembering, "Zhiquan, you didn't really become the gambling king, did you? Did you win all that ten million just now?"

While driving, Zhao Zhiquan listened to Zhu Zhijun but didn't respond.

Zhu Zhijun still felt itchy, "Hehe, boss, how about we go to the Sea of People? There's also an underground gambling den there. Although it's smaller, there are still games with stakes in the hundreds of thousands. It's still early, and we can play during the day too; it's open all day."

The thirty thousand burned in his hands, making him fidget and sit uneasily.

Zhao Zhiquan glanced at him and said seriously, "Xiaojun, have you learned nothing from your loss? If Zhao Tiejun hadn't seen your gambling addiction, how could he have set you up?"

"I'm not suitable, hehe, you are. That loser..."

"If you listen to me, quit gambling from now on! Your unstable character is not suitable for gambling. If you quit, I guarantee you will live a life a thousand, ten thousand times better than now!"

"Hehe, Brother Qiang, if you could teach me your gambling skills, I would definitely live a good life."

Zhao Zhiquan shook his head, speechless. How did this guy become such a gambling addict?

He originally planned to leave some money for his family, but after thinking about it, Zhao Zhiquan didn't leave it. He handed Zhu Zhijun's thirty thousand to Zhu Zhiqing, "Brother, no matter what, don't give him this money, even if he jumps off a building or lies on the railway tracks!"

...

Zhu Zhijun's change made Zhao Zhiquan doubt whether he would go back to gambling as soon as he left. After leaving the Zhu family, Zhao Zhiquan suddenly remembered that he didn't even know where Gu Quanyou's house was.

Zhu Zhiqing trusted Zhao Zhiquan, but he didn't know where the money came from. When he asked his brother, his brother didn't say. Zhu Zhijun was thinking about how to learn the gambling skills from Brother Qiang that could earn him ten million, even forgetting what he had for breakfast. As for whether to go back to gambling, he hadn't decided yet. Brother Qiang's face when he left was very stern.

He had changed.

Zhao Zhiquan found a breakfast place on the street and ate some soy milk and fried dough sticks. Seeing it was still early, he drove to the Tieshan Street Nursing Home.

He remembered that there were about thirty elderly people from the countryside living here. The director, if he hadn't changed, was his former elementary school teacher, Liu Zhanfu, who had been a teacher for thirty years and later became a volunteer at the nursing home. After Zhao Zhiquan and Zhao Tiejun had their last big fight, he hid here for three days. From then on, he had a change of heart and realized his mistakes.

He had always been grateful to Teacher Liu, or perhaps more so, admired him. This time, besides bringing money, he also wanted to talk to Teacher Liu. He had made up his mind to do something for the village, and even without the copper coin, he would still do something after returning.

Not far from Chang'an Village, on the outskirts of the new district south of the city, about five or six miles away, was Linzhou South Station. The original freight station area is now the Tieshan Street. After the southern part of the city was re-planned, the original townships were merged into a large street. The future Zhenxing Avenue would lead directly to here, with its endpoint at Chang'an Village on Longbei Mountain. Beyond that, it would lead to the exit road to Binhai City.

Zhao Zhiquan remembered that when he was a child, this area was full of farmland and forests. Now it was filled with various construction sites and half-built high-rise buildings and cranes.

The Tieshan Street Nursing Home was in a secluded courtyard at the south end of the main street, surrounded by red brick walls. There were four or five rows of low houses, a few dilapidated gardens with only soil, and the early morning smoke from cooking and heating stoves rose, blending into the morning mist of the entire street. Without wind, it was hard to see clearly even a hundred meters away.

Zhao Zhiquan slowed down and parked by the roadside outside the courtyard, picked up the unused black bag, and knocked on the rusted iron gate with a large lock.

He wasn't sure if Teacher Liu was there, and the old man had no phone, so he could only try his luck.

After knocking for over a minute, the thick black curtain of the red brick house near the gate was lifted, and a short, white-haired old man in an old military coat came out.

"Daqiang?"

"Teacher Liu, it's me," Zhao Zhiquan called out happily.

"Ha ha, you're back!" The old man ran over happily, almost tripping over a brick, opened the door, and welcomed Zhao Zhiquan inside.

"Old lady, Daqiang is back, quick, get him a cup of hot water!" Liu Zhanfu shouted happily, "Have you eaten? Your mother-in-law just steamed a pot of bean buns. I remember you like them the most, ha ha, eat them with white sugar!"

The old lady in the back kitchen responded repeatedly, smiling and greeting Zhao Zhiquan as he entered.

It was very warm.

Zhao Zhiquan thought of the situation at home three years ago, a poor but warm life.

"Teacher, I've already eaten, but I like bean buns, hehe," he laughed and walked to the back kitchen to help his mother-in-law with the fire.

This meal wasn't for Liu Zhanfu's family but for the thirty or so elderly people's breakfast, with bean buns, millet porridge, and pickled mustard greens.

Zhao Zhiquan looked around and almost shed tears.

The elderly and the teachers ate this, yes, it was organic, but...

Zhao Zhiquan took out his phone, thought for a moment, and called Zhu Zhijun, who had just been sent home.

It connected after a few rings.

"Brother Qiang, are we going to the Sea of People?"

Zhao Zhiquan could almost imagine the slick look on that guy's face and immediately interrupted him, "Zhu Zhijun, go and get breakfast for forty people immediately. It should include milk, eggs, cakes, and various small dishes, all suitable for the elderly. You have twenty minutes to get it done and deliver it to the Tieshan Street Nursing Home."

"Ah... ah! How many people? Forty people, okay, okay, I'll do it right away!" Zhu Zhijun didn't know what Zhao Zhiquan was up to, but in the four or five years they had been in the southern part of the city, he had never asked the boss for a reason.

Although Liu Zhanfu was only in his fifties, he looked like he was in his early sixties, with gray hair and rough skin. He was just taking out the freshly steamed bean buns and was startled by Zhao Zhiquan's arrangement.

"Daqiang, you can't spend your money here. We are used to a simple life, it's fine, it's fine, we can't use your money!" He reached out to grab Zhao Zhiquan's phone.

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