MTL - Back To 2005-Chapter 1264 Dealing with my husband's experience

  Chapter 1264 Dealing with the old man's experience

   "Uncle, here is a little tea for you. I heard from Huihui that you like calligraphy. I saw a copybook of Yu Shucheng's Lanting collection in the bookstore before, and I just brought it for you to see."

   Before Zhu's father recalled the past, Zhou Anan took the initiative to present the gift he had prepared.

The tea leaves are of course this year’s Yuqian Longjing, which is only a few thousand yuan per gram, and a box is worth hundreds of thousands; Ten thousand, the market price is at most several million.

  It doesn’t matter whether it’s worth it or not, it’s mainly because of this intention.

   "For everyone's Lanting Collection Preface?"

  Hearing that it was a copybook written by everyone in the early years of the Republic of China, Zhu Qing, a cursive script lover, was impressed, and carefully took the item in the black cloth bag.

  For everyone, it is the pinnacle of cursive script in the past hundred years. As a calligraphy lover, he is very familiar with this name, and he dreams of owning an authentic one.

  Unfortunately, the cash is shy, and at most it can be viewed through a glass box in some private museums.

  As far as they are in the entire Haizhou Calligraphy Association, no one can own the authentic works of everyone, not to mention the thunderous Lanting Collection Preface, which is definitely a holy relic for all cursive calligraphy lovers.

   Zhu Qing, who was delighted to see the object, couldn't care less about recalling whether the faces were familiar or not, so he couldn't wait to open it and have a look.

   "Ahem, Xiao Zhou, sit down, let's sit down and talk."

  Seeing that her husband was so excited that he forgot about business, He Shuixian next to him couldn't help coughing twice, and smiled and asked him to sit down.

   "Auntie, these are the cheongsam and a few small things I brought from Gusu, please don't hold them back."

  Take out two boxes and hand them over, Zhou Anan will naturally not miss the gift from Mama Zhu.

  Cheongsam is a handmade product of the Su family. It is not expensive, and it is only tens of thousands of pieces. It is expensive because it needs to be booked half a year in advance.

  For Zhou Anan, he got someone to say hello, and he jumped in the queue without even increasing the fare.

   Those supporting small items cost hundreds of thousands, but Zhou Anan can't directly talk about the price, so he has to keep a low profile.

   "Hand-embroidered cheongsam from Su's Workshop?"

   After receiving his gift, He Shuixian looked at the sign and asked in surprise.

  In a cheongsam group that likes catwalks and dancing, there is an old sister from a good family. She received a hand-embroidered cheongsam from Su's family earlier from her son, and played it in front of them for half a month, which was enviable.

   Unexpectedly, my daughter’s boyfriend is so generous as soon as he makes a move. This handmade cheongsam costs at least five figures. It will definitely make others envious when you wear it at a party next time.

   Come to think of it, the other small items are not much cheaper.

  This kid has a heart.

   "Dad, Mom, have you ordered?"

  Seeing that her boyfriend's gift was in the arms of her parents, Zhu Huihui, who affirmed the man's intentions, interrupted the joy of the two elders.

  She was really afraid that the man would continue to give gifts, so the second elder gave her away directly, even though she had given herself completely.

   "I ordered, Xiao Zhou, take a look, what else do you want to eat?"

   Putting on a pleasant smile, He Shuixian put down the gift box in his hand and asked with a smile.

   "Then add fried clams."

   Looking at the menu that has been ordered, Zhou Anan thought of the taste of the young lady recently, and chose the same dish that has meat but is not too fishy.

   "Okay, waiter, it's time to serve."

  Looking approvingly at this unrestrained young man, He Shuixian ordered the waiter next to him to serve the food.

   "Xiao Zhou, we should have met before!"

   After calming down his excitement, Zhu Qing smiled and said something in a declarative tone.

   "Yes, once when Huihui and I were eating western food, we happened to meet my uncle."

   Facing Dad Zhu who was obsessed with memories, Zhou Anan confirmed that the other party remembered correctly.

  As for whether the other party remembered his original self-introduction, Zhou An Anquan pretended it never happened.

   "I'll just say it, I'm sure I won't remember it wrong."

  Receiving the other party's affirmative recovery, Zhu Qing glanced at his wife next to him proudly.

   "Uncle, listen to Huihui, you are the director of Haizhou Calligraphy Association?!"

   Zhou Anan, who had been prepared for such a thing, naturally did it casually. When talking about the topic, he was eager to find the father-in-law's pride.

   "What kind of association or not? It's not worth mentioning that just a few of us retired old guys get together in our spare time to write and play around."

  Hearing the other party talk about this, Zhu Qing waved his hands very reservedly.

  Being able to join the Haizhou Calligraphy Association as a director after retirement is the most proud thing for Zhu Qing in recent years, except for his daughter's entrance into the civil service.

   You know, the president of their Haizhou Calligraphy Association is the No. 1 figure in Haizhou Xiezheng and No. 3 in Qianjiang Province.

  In a person's life, all he cares about is saving face.

   It is precisely because of this that Haizhou Calligraphy Association has become a favorite of countless retired civil servants, but not everyone can enter, let alone directors with the right to recommend.

   "Uncle is so humble."

   "Auntie, I heard that you won the winning prize in our Jiang Province Folk Dance Troupe competition some time ago?"

  After a friendly conversation, Zhou Anan had already fully obtained the approval of the elders, and he was short of calling 'Mom and Dad' directly.

  Zhu Huihui, who was sitting on the side, looked at the man's steady behavior, and let go of half of her worries about the important conversation to come.

   As expected, he was the man she fancied, and he was so outstanding in every aspect.

   "Uncle, Aunt, there is something I want to be honest with you two."

  After dinner, he came to the matching tea table in the private room. Zhou Anan, who came back with a file bag, waved off the waiter and poured a cup of tea for the second elder himself.

   "What is it, tell me."

   So far, Zhu Qing, who is very satisfied with the future son-in-law in front of him, took the teacup and asked kindly.

   "I may not be able to marry Huihui."

  At this time, Zhou Anan, who had accumulated a lot of goodwill, solemnly stated the main purpose of today's dinner.

"What did you say?"

  As soon as he heard the man's words, Zhu Qing slapped the tea cup down, stood up, and stared at him angrily.

  The daughter of his old Zhu family, when was she so despised by others.

  Co-authored, those good appearances before are all fake.

  It was He Shuixian who was sitting next to her, she got up and grabbed her husband, but she looked at the man opposite with anger in her eyes, and all the good feelings she had accumulated before disappeared without a trace, and even turned into a negative number.

   "Dad, don't worry, just listen to An An."

  Zhu Huihui, who had expected it for a long time, quickly grabbed her father's arm, fearing that her elderly father might make a mistake.

   "What are you talking about, take those things back to me just now, my old Zhu's family is not a family that sells daughters."

   Facing her daughter's persuasion, Zhu Qing still shouted angrily.

  Daughter is the most precious treasure in his life, how can he let others bully him at will.

   "Old man, listen to Huihui and see what he says."

  He Shuixian, who was also afraid that his wife would be too excited, persuaded him from the sidelines against his will.

   "Uncle, here is a growth fund document. I have set up a growth fund of 200 million yuan for Huihui and her unborn child, which will generate at least 12 million yuan in income every year"

  After the two elders calmed down a bit, Zhou Anan picked up the file bag he had brought back from his trip earlier, and spoke sincerely.

  (end of this chapter)