Mohe's choice was not unexpected by Zhao Huchen, not only the rich would be eager to fight for power and profit for forty-eight hours a day, the poorer the poorer, the more thirsty for power and money is far greater than that of the rich who have no worries about food and clothing, because for the rich, these two things are a way for them to win a survival value, and for the poor, it is a necessary obligation to live.

Looking at Mohe's face, which was no longer calm or indifferent, Zhao Huchen suddenly had a pleasure that in Yang Ting's words, only the superior had the pleasure of controlling everything in his hands, which was almost the original sin. Even if it is to deal with Su Meiniang, the woman who made Zhao Huchen jealous in his heart, and then deal with Zhu Taibao, who almost made him die on the highway today in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the near and far worries made Zhao Huchen far from the point where he could sit back and relax, but this moment of satisfaction was enough for Zhao Huchen to understand many things that he couldn't figure out before.

After the thrilling excitement of the ups and downs during the day, Zhao Huchen fell asleep very early, just like before, after coming out of the mountains, he would always sleep for more than ten hours, and grandpa usually connived at this kind of indulgence that usually seems unforgivable.

The next day, when Zhao Huchen opened his eyes, it was already half past ten in the morning, and there was breakfast made by Mo Die and a note outside.

"Xiaohe and I went to the goldfish shop, and if you need to go out, you will put the key on the table."

Put down the note and put the key in his trouser pocket, and after washing up, it took a few minutes to solve the breakfast, Zhao Huchen sent a text message to Yang Caiwei and then went to the hospital.

Zhao Huchen spent the whole morning in the hospital playing with rouge, Chen Taiji, the father, most of the time is still used to sitting in a place without sunlight and smoking cigarettes and watching the two play, the laughter of one big and one small people next to them made Chen Taiji's face unexpectedly unfold a look of relief.

At lunchtime, Yang Caiwei drove her car to arrive as scheduled.

"I brought the clothes for you, but I took them for maintenance when I came, and I just changed them after I went over there and got them." Yang Caiwei picked up the rouge that smiled when she saw her, and turned her head to say a word to Zhao Huchen.

Zhao Huchen nodded.

The four of them had dinner in the restaurant outside the hospital, and Zhao Huchen and Yang Caiwei said goodbye to rouge and left.

In the car, Yang Caiwei suddenly thought of a question.

"Why does Rouge call me sister but call you uncle?" Yang Caiwei, who was driving, was very unhappy that someone brazenly pushed her in the driver's seat, otherwise she would have been able to play a prank on the side.

"I'm more mature." Zhao Huchen chuckled lightly and played with a crystal pig in the car.

"You mean naïve?" Yang Caiwei rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth.

"Some places aren't." Zhao Huchen's eyes were on Yang Caiwei's chest, looking at the turbulent ups and downs, the woman's curve is really the most fatal hint to men, Xiangche Beauty has always been the ultimate goal pursued by countless men all their lives, even if it is dragged down by life and reality, but at least such a scene is enough to stimulate any man's excited nerves, not to mention that Zhao Huchen is in it.

When they arrived at the Hang Lung Shopping Mall and found a nursing store, Zhao Huchen changed his clothes and went to Tomson Golf Course with Yang Caiwei.

"In fact, the calligrapher and painter has a villa in Tomson Golf, but because her parents bought this villa when Grandpa Han was still in the position, because there is a clear rule that the children of leading cadres above the bureau level are not allowed to do business in the local area, so it was not publicized at that time, mainly because of the fear of bad influence, and then Grandpa Han retired, and her parents' business of calligraphy and painting is getting bigger and bigger, and some uncles and uncles have their own development in politics, business, and the army, but this villa is vacant and no one lives in it. Today, the calligraphy and painting office will go to the banquet specially. Yang Caiwei, who didn't want to drive anything, pushed Zhao Huchen into the driver's seat and sat in the co-pilot, holding the crystal pig in her hand, looking at Zhao Huchen, who was particularly handsome in a suit and leather shoes, and laughed.

"What was Han Shushu's position when her grandfather retired?" Zhao Huchen played with taste, he had guessed before that the wise old man must be the top figure who had surprised the party, but it was never clear what plane he belonged to, and now according to Yang Caiwei's words, it seems that a Han family has spread out with this old man as the center, and it is not a great thing for a person to have a prominent official position, it is already remarkable to reign for sixty years from entering the office to retiring, but the real authority will last forever or the continuation of the family and the inheritance of power.

"Grandpa Han? I remember that it was a member of the Politburo of the 14th, 15th, and 16th sessions, and the secretary of the 15th Municipal Party Committee of Mingzhu City. Yang Caiwei's eyes were shining, and one hand was placed on Zhao Huchen's lap, and she snorted, "What, aren't you shocked?" ”

"This is at least a member of the imperial court in ancient times, and there must be a shock, who would have thought that I had played chess with someone who once stood at the pinnacle of Chinese politics." Zhao Huchen smiled bitterly, this smile is indeed a little sincere, but any person who contacted the former member of the Political Bureau of the Central Committee and the secretary of the Mingzhu Municipal Party Committee said how calm and calm he was, and how humble and not arrogant he was, Zhao Huchen didn't know at that time, if he knew the identity of this old man earlier, I am afraid he would not be so calm, this is the truth, not to mention, according to Yang Caiwei, this old man is almost among the nine positions at the peak of China's power pyramid?

"I remember the first time I met calligraphy and painting was on a dirty train, I really didn't expect it." Zhao Huchen sighed.

"Do you think that after the eunuch, the children of rich families must be the kind of people who are flying high and domineering, and they can't wait for the king of heaven to be the first and him second? To put it mildly, in our circle, the family background of calligraphy and painting is definitely the most prominent, and there are only a few families in the whole south that can be compared with her family, but calligraphy and painting have never sat down in anything out of the ordinary, honestly going to kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school, university, she is all studying hard by herself, and there are still a few good classmates in high school and college who often contact her, but none of them know her family background, low-key like this, unbelievable, right? To tell you an even more unbelievable one, do you remember the last time we met her in the library? The car she drove herself, which she bought with her own scientific research achievement bonus, not a salary, was a team of young scientists with her as the core who won the award from the Ministry of Science and Technology, and there was no greasy here. My dad used to take her as an example to teach me, saying that I was naughty and mischievous all day long and knew that my brain was flying and the dog was beating before I gave up, although I was very unwilling, but if I think about it carefully, the calligraphy and painting are really excellent. Yang Caiwei blinked, holding the crystal pig in one hand and putting the other hand on Zhao Huchen's lap with a yearning expression.

Zhao Huchen held Yang Caiwei's hand and moved quietly, but the expression on his face was full of seriousness, "I don't have the idea of offending all the second generation of officials and the rich second generation, one or two scum who don't know the height of the sky must have it, but the vast majority of them still grasp the resources that are much more generous than ordinary people from birth and use and digest them." ”

"You are not allowed to call me the rich second generation!" Yang Caiwei snorted, and as soon as she expressed her dissatisfaction, she noticed a strange tactile sensation in her palm, and Yang Caiwei, who was not ignorant of her surname, withdrew her hand with a red face and heartbeat, and glared at Zhao Huchen like a kitten that had been stepped on its tail.

"You're necrotic!"

In fact, since a group of domestic first-tier cities led by Mingzhu and Beijing stopped the wholesale of villa land a few years ago, it has led to the soaring prices of villas in these first-tier cities, and people who buy villas may not really live, but since they can afford to buy villas, even if they are empty, they may not be distressed, which is the same as the truth that 70% of people who buy houses in China are not for themselves, villas and ordinary houses are commodities in a sense, but they are different from ordinary houses, and its value is higher.

Good location, good appearance, good environment, good grade Tomson Golf Villa naturally has a price point that ordinary people will gasp at a glance, for the people who buy it, the facilities and environment here and the enjoyment it brings to them are indeed worthy of its high price.

"I remember that in 09, the average price of real estate in Mingzhu was about 15,000, if converted according to the market price, Tomson's villa vacant for 25 months is equivalent to buying a 100-square-meter house in Mingzhu, 1.5 million, which is enough for ordinary people to earn for a lifetime." Zhao Huchen drove the car to a villa according to Yang Caiwei's guidance, and all kinds of luxury cars were parked on both sides of the empty and tidy road, and Yang Caiwei's original eye-catching Renault was nothing.

"What, cynical?" Yang Caiwei jumped out of the car, stood in front of Zhao Huchen, and said with a smile.

"Nope." Zhao Huchen shook his head and smiled.

Looking at Zhao Huchen with a warm smile in front of him, Yang Caiwei suddenly stretched out her hand to straighten the neckline of Zhao Huchen's suit, and then took Zhao Huchen's hand and snuggled up to him, and said with satisfaction: "Let's go in." ”

rang the doorbell of the villa, and the door opened after a while, and behind the door was the gentle face of Han Shushu, which was familiar to Zhao Huchen.

Han Shushu first glanced at the two of them empty-handed, and then smiled, "It's good that you didn't bring a gift, otherwise I wouldn't be happy." With that, he got out of the way.

Yang Caiwei let go of Zhao Huchen's arm and ran to wrap Han Shushu and said with a smile: "I know that our calligraphy and painting have never liked other people's gifts, so I didn't buy them, and I saved me a lot of money." ”

(To be continued)