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Looking at the scene in the courtyard, Zhang Xiaojian had a kind of indescribable feeling in his heart. Seems like what he said was right.

Seeing that Huang Ermao wanted to run, Zhang Xiaojian made a harmless gesture and put a finger to his mouth, shushing him.

"Is the boss back yet?" When the old lady sitting on the chair heard Huang Yimao's voice, the smile on her face became even wider.

"Mom, I've returned, and I've brought a guest." Huang Yimao said.

"Big bro, you guys …" Huang Ermao continued to look at Zhang Xiaojian with extreme vigilance.

"From now on, we'll follow him." Huang Yimao said.

"He's not …" Huang Ermao was a little confused.

"We'll talk about it later." Huang Yimao pointed at his mother and waved his hand.

Huang Ermao understood his brother's meaning, so he just shut his mouth.

Zhang Xiaojian took out half a cup of water from his storage ring and handed it over to Huang Yimao: "Give it to the old lady to drink."

Huang Yimao had seen how precious this thing was and was a little hesitant. "Big brother, this …"

"Don't tell me it's useless," Zhang Xiaojian was a little unhappy.

Huang Yimao did not say anything further and took the water from Zhang Xiaojian's hands, and directly gave it to his mother to drink.

"Brother, what did you give mother to drink?" Huang Ermao glared at Zhang Xiaojian like a tiger eyeing its prey.

"I'll tell you later. You shut up first." Huang Yimao said.

After the old lady finished drinking the water, she seemed to have some lingering feelings. Her whole body felt very comfortable, especially her eyes, which were cold and without that dry feeling.

"What kind of miracle medicine is this? My eyes have never felt so comfortable before." The old lady's trembling hands groped forward.

Huang Yimao reached out and grabbed the old lady, and waved his other hand in front of her. "Mother, can you see my hand?"

When the old lady stood up, she felt as if there was a ray of light entering her eyes. Soon after, she vaguely saw the shadow of a hand.

"Boss, is it you? I think I can see what you gave me!" The old lady was very excited, her voice trembling.

"Mom, you've seen Eldest Brother." Huang Ermao was in disbelief.

"I saw it, I saw it," The old lady turned and pointed at Huang Ermao.

"Look, aren't you wearing a pink shirt? Aiyo, why is your hair like this?" The old lady pointed at Huang Ermao.

"Mother." Huang Ermao rushed over and hugged the old lady tightly, tears streaming down her face.

"Big brother, thank you." Huang Yimao held onto Zhang Xiaojian's hand tightly.

Huang Ermao knelt in front of Zhang Xiaojian and said: "Big Brother, from today onwards, I, Huang Ermao's life will be yours. If you want to take it, you can take it at any time."

Zhang Xiaojian laughed, patted Huang Ermao's shoulders and said: "Leave your life to me."

"Boss, I'm very happy today. I'll treat you to a meal." Huang Yimao said.

"Alright, I just happen to be a bit hungry." Zhang Xiaojian said.

"Then let's find a bigger restaurant to celebrate." Huang Ermao said.

"Let's eat at home. I like the feeling of home." Zhang Xiaojian said.

"Alright, since Big Brother has said so, I'll show my skills today. It's definitely not inferior to a big restaurant." Huang Ermao patted his chest and said.

Zhang Xiaojian chatted with the old lady as the two brothers went to the kitchen to cook.

As Huang Ermao cooked, he asked, "Big Brother, what exactly is going on?"

Huang Ermao really didn't understand why Zhang Xiaojian was suddenly walking together with his brother. Logically speaking, even if Zhang Xiaojian didn't send them in, he would still teach them a lesson.

Huang Yimao narrated what happened just now from the start to the end, and finally said: "Bro, I've already told boss, we'll be following him from now on, what do you think?"

Huang Ermao nodded his head, and said: "Brother, all these years we've suffered from so much frustration, now that we have followed such a good person, what else can we say."

Huang Yimao nodded.

Not long after, a table of dishes was prepared. Huang Yimao took out a box of beer and said: "Brother, we won't return until we're drunk today."

Just as he was about to drink, Zhang Xiaojian's phone rang. It was Zhao Mengmeng.

"Where are you?" Zhao Mengmeng asked.

"I drink at a friend's house." Zhang Xiaojian did not have a good impression of this second generation official, but he did not hate his either. In any case, ever since he found out that she was the secretary of the city committee, he felt uncomfortable inside, and did not want to have anything to do with this woman.

"No, my father wants to see you today. Tell me where it is and I'll come and get you." Zhao Mengmeng said.

"No need, I can't leave." Zhang Xiaojian's words were neither cold nor hot.

Zhao Mengmeng was stunned, this was the first time she invited a man to her house for a meal, but she actually rejected her invitation.

Could it be that he didn't know how many people had once lined up to treat her to a meal? Now that she had personally called this country bumpkin to treat her to a meal, how could he not give her face?

"You …" Zhao Mengmeng was about to get angry, but the call ended. She was so angry that Zhao Mengmeng slammed the phone onto the car seat.

"Bastard! Bastard!" Zhao Mengmeng smashed the steering wheel with all her might.

The horn on the car honked loudly, causing a cleaning lady to look at her in fear.

Zhao Mengmeng stopped her car by the side of the road and cried.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Mengmeng finally picked up the phone, and the tears on her face had dried.

Zhang Xiaojian was drinking his sixth bottle of beer now, his face red.

"Big brother, from today onwards, we will charge forward and do something for the future. I want to show those people that looked down on us brothers in the past that I am not a coward." Huang Yimao's words were filled with heroic spirit, as if he was wearing armor, holding a large blade in his hand, he swept through the battlefield like a general.

Zhang Xiaojian shook the wine cup in his hand, but just as he was about to speak, the phone rang again. It was Zhao Mengmeng.

"Zhang Xiaojian, you have to come over today no matter what, my father doesn't have time every day, it's not like you don't know how many people lined up to see him, it's not like you don't understand what it means to eat at the residence of the city council secretary. In the future, if you want to find out, I think you should come over." Zhao Mengmeng could not explain why she could humbly beg Zhang Xiaojian, it was not her style.

"I'm sorry, I really can't leave." Zhang Xiaojian hung up the phone again, because the thing he didn't want to hear the most about was that other people felt good about themselves, being so high and mighty.