If it was Silly Zhu who said this, he would probably blush.
If it was Xu Damao, he would probably stammer and explain,""I'm not. I didn't."
But Yang Jian didn't care about the scumbags from the courtyard house at all.
So what was there to be wronged about?
Were they worthy of making Yang Jian feel wronged?
Yang Jian's expression turned cold. This Jia Zhang-shi really didn't have a good memory.
"Old Madam Zhang, watch your stinky mouth.”
In the past, Yang Jian would still address her as Aunt Zhang out of consideration for his face.
Now, he was too lazy to shout.
Even a clay bodhisattva had 30% anger, Jia Zhang-shi this pious old woman was purely asking for scolding.
Jia Zhangshi was so angry that her face twitched. Yang Jian actually dared to call her that.
Among the seated crowd, Qin Huairu stood up.
"Yang Jian, let me ask you, did you have dinner with the director tonight?”
She stared at Yang Jian with watery eyes.
That gaze was really indescribably tender.
However, her back was facing everyone, so no one could notice her.
This woman had really turned bad…
Her husband had just died, and she was already throwing away her vixen.
Yang Jian began to understand why Silly Zhu was so loyal.
Zhu, it's not your fault. You were born in the wrong era.
You haven't experienced the era of internet celebrities.
A good-looking woman's eyes hooked, and the pillar fell.
Yang Jian had experienced that era.
Qin Huairu was obviously far behind the times when she played this trick in front of him. Her status was even lower than that of an internet celebrity.
"That fishing rod belongs to your factory manager, right?”
Yan Bugui suddenly asked.
Yan Bugui basically went fishing every weekend.
Although he wasn't familiar with Yang Liangping, he had seen Yang Liangping's fishing rod from afar.
How should he put it? In this era, this fishing rod was really high-grade.
Among all the fishermen in the city, this fishing rod was unique.
This was because the fishing rod was seized.
It was legendary and exquisite.
Even money couldn't buy it.
Therefore, he was very famous.
"You sure know your stuff."
Yang Jian showed the fishing rod in his hand."The factory manager lent it to me. I heard that when I use it for fishing, the fish will die willingly.”
This was a cold joke, but no one present could laugh.
On the contrary, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong's expressions changed slightly.
They were veterans of the factory.
Naturally, he knew what it meant for Yang Jian to hold the factory manager's fishing rod in his hand.
How could he borrow such a high-grade fishing rod if he didn't have a good relationship with her?
Qin Huairu also noticed something.
She didn't understand fishing rods, but she understood men.
She could tell from Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong's expressions that the fishing rod was very valuable.
"He finally got up."
Qin Huairu sighed sorrowfully in her heart.
The once poor boy finally showed signs of rising to the top.
Even the factory manager had entrusted the fishing rod to him for safekeeping.
Even if Jia Dongxu was still alive, how could he compare to Yang Jian?
Qin Huairu's heart felt like it had been cut by a knife.
Blood flowed out, but no one could stop the wound.
Except for Yang Jian.
Only Yang Jian.
To treat injuries, one still needed to cut people.
As long as Yang Jian did not live well and was poor.
Qin Huairu would be delighted and would never regret the choices she had made…
Qin Huairu knew that these were all wishful thinking.
She composed herself and asked in a serious tone,
"Since you went to see the factory director. Then tell me, did you say anything that you shouldn't have said when our family took over the shift?”
Qin Huairu's expression had already returned to its usual coldness.
This was the nobility of coldness.
Silly Zhu's heart was thumping.
From today onwards, Qin Huairu's widow's charm would begin to take shape.
Even though it had just taken shape, Silly Zhu could not hold on any longer.
He wanted to find a toilet or go back to bed.
Of course, Qin Huairu's widow aura was useless against Yang Jian.
Yang Jian looked at Qin Huairu, then at Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui, Xu Damao, Silly Zhu…
Also, Jia Zhangshi.
Jia Zhang-shi opened her mouth unconsciously and clenched her fists tightly, as if she was holding back her strength, ready to turn into a shotgun at any moment.
"Guess."
"I have no obligation to answer your questions," Yang Jian said. But I can tell you that Old Madam Zhang makes me very unhappy.”
"If there's any problem, you can only blame Old Madam Zhang.”
"I warned her beforehand."
After saying that, Yang Jian held Yang Qin's hand and planned to leave.
"Stop!"
Jia Zhangshi jumped down from the front of Yi Zhonghai's house and stood in front of Yang Jian.
"If you don't tell me the truth today, don't even think about getting past me. Speak! Did you complain? You despicable, shameless, uneducated thing. If you don't explain yourself, don't even think about walking down this path!”
Yang Jian glanced at Jia Zhangshi, then at the three unconcerned old men sitting in front of the fire.
They were happy to let Jia Zhangshi, this pious old woman, pester them.
"Interesting."
Yang Jian let go of Yang Qin's hand and spat out the foxtail grass he had picked from the roadside.
"Is it me, Yang, who can't lift a saber, or is it you, Old Madam Zhang, who's starting to be arrogant?”
Yang Jian gently handed the fishing rod to Yang Qin and said to her,"
"Take five steps back. Don't let the blood splash on your face later.”
When he said this,
Everyone's expression changed instantly!
The tiger was not yet mature, but it already had the energy to eat cattle!
How could this old woman Jia Zhang-shi be bullied!
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