The life of Lao Liu since 1944

Chapter 174 The Theater Owner Finds Trouble

However, Hou Jie didn't care about his reaction at all. After he finished speaking, he left.

He Daqing got angry when he saw that this boy ignored him, and he grumbled unhappily.

"Hey! This brat is really good at making people angry, and he has a lot of tricks in his mind."

When Hou Jie heard the voice behind him, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he was in a good mood.

When I arrived at the front yard, I saw Yan Bugui watering the flowers and took the initiative to approach him and start a conversation.

"Uncle Yan, the weather is nice, let's water the flowers! These flowers are growing well!"

Although Yan Bugui was a little annoyed that this guy had cheated him of his money, which made him a little unhappy, he felt a little happy when he heard the compliment.

He said arrogantly, "That's right, your Uncle Yan is a professional in this area."

But Hou Jie's answer made him a little dumbfounded. He avoided his words and talked about other things directly.

The same trick, he couldn't do it anymore. "I'll go find some connections now, and I'll make sure the grain permit issue is done for you, so you don't suffer any loss."

Yan Bugui was upset when he heard Hou Jie's irrelevant answer. "Did I ask you this, little brat?"

With a smile on his face, he continued, "Chunsheng, have you eaten?"

Hou Jie continued to talk nonsense, and no matter what he asked, his answer was this.

"I don't know if the current method will work, I'll try my best. Uncle Yan! You really give me a hard time. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place!"

Yan Bugui was angry but helpless.

"I finally understand. You kid, you've been teasing your uncle Yan since early this morning. I know you have a heavy responsibility. I know. Let's stop talking, okay?"

Hou Jie still goes his own way and refuses to repent.

He told the story again about how he went out to look for a way out.

Seeing Yan Bugui raising his hand to hit him, he ran away laughing.

A voice came faintly from behind. "You little brat, you are so cunning."

After leaving Yan Bugui, Hou Jie returned and wandered around the yard, telling anyone he caught that he had gone out to take care of the "grain book" matter.

Now everyone in the yard knew that he was going out for business.

However, in fact, Hou Jie did not deal with the matter, but strolled leisurely on the bustling street, enjoying his leisure time.

This courtyard is good in every way except that it is too noisy. That's how it is in a shantytown, there are people of all kinds of personalities.

If his wife hadn't been annoying him and asked him to come out so that she could have some peace and quiet, Hou Jie wouldn't have come here since he had nowhere else to go!

As for why I don’t go back to my parents’ home more often, it’s probably because I’m worried about bringing disaster to my parents.

Thinking of children, Hou Jie started to have some wild thoughts. He calculated that if he had a child at the age of 17, then he would be able to become a grandfather when he was in his 30s.

By the 80s, my great-grandchildren were about to be born.

Then I can become a great grandfather before I turn 60, with four generations living under one roof. It’s so stressful!

"I have to support 2.30 people by myself?"

"Oh, my goodness, this is a big deal."

After thinking about it, forget it. Let's talk about the future in the future! Let's live well in the present first, and then talk about it.

Arriving at Qianmen Street, Hou Jie chose an inconspicuous roadside stall at will, ordered a steaming wonton, and looked forward to enjoying this simple and delicious snack. Just as he was immersed in the delicious taste of the wonton, he suddenly heard a greeting with obvious irony.

"Yaoyao, who did I think it was? Isn't this the young master of the famous Yongchang Grain Store in our city? What's wrong? Why is he so poor now that he can only hide at a roadside stall to eat?"

This voice was sarcastic and pierced Hou Jie's ears like a sharp ice cone. He looked up and found that many people in the crowd around him were looking at him strangely because of this sentence.

Although Hou Jie usually keeps a low profile, his identity as the young master of Yongchang Grain Store has long been a household name in this city.

He has been very popular in the past year and has become a well-known figure in the city.

However, the failure of his business made him disappear from the public eye for a while, and now he did not expect to be recognized here, and in such an embarrassing way.

The young master of Yongchang Grain Store is too mysterious. People have only heard of him but have never seen him in person.

Hearing that the person in front of them was the young man who was once glorious but now seemed to be in trouble, the diners around couldn't help but sigh.

A sense of drama welled up in their hearts, as if they were performing a real-life drama of ups and downs.

Everyone put down their chopsticks and stared at Hou Jie intently, wanting to see how this once prominent figure would respond next.

Hou Jie was confused by the scene in front of him. He looked up at the person who said his identity, but he didn't recognize him for a moment. He asked tentatively, "Who are you...?"

When Hou Jie spoke these words, there seemed to be a hint of embarrassment and helplessness.

However, Hou Jie's attitude made the other party angry and disappointed. He widened his eyes and trembled with anger.

He didn't expect that Hou Jie wouldn't be able to recognize him, which he couldn't accept.

Think about the humiliation Hou Jie brought to him some time ago.

Today he finally got the chance to give the man a beating when he was down, and he didn't want to let it go.

"Oh, Young Master, you are really a forgetful person. I am Zhao Guangliang, the owner of XX Theater. I went to you for financing a few months ago."

There was a hint of mockery and coldness in Zhao Guangliang's voice, as if he was questioning Hou Jie's memory.

When Hou Jie heard this voice, he suddenly realized something. He raised his head, looked at the theater owner in front of him, and said lazily:

"So it's you! Now I remember there is such a person as you. During that period of time, many people approached me for investment, and you are an artist. I forgot about you at the moment. Sorry?"

Zhao Guangliang was even more angry when he saw Hou Jie's careless attitude. He said sarcastically:

"I didn't expect that the young master, now that he has fallen, is still so graceful. I really admire him."

His words were full of sarcasm and ridicule, as if he was mocking Hou Jie's failure.

However, Hou Jie was not angered by Zhao Guangliang's words. He remained calm and continued to eat wontons slowly.

He knew that Zhao Guangliang came here to laugh at him, but he didn't mind having some fun with him.

After all, he needed to keep a low profile now and not let anyone see that he was pretending.

Hou Jie looked up and said loudly to the boss in front of the stall:

"Boss, have another bowl."

When the boss heard this, he smiled and answered happily:

"Okay, wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

Zhao Guangliang, who was standing by, felt mixed emotions when he saw Hou Jie so relaxed and contented.

When I thought that Hou Jie was now in decline, but he could still be so relaxed and comfortable, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

He was filled with indignation and almost wanted to rush forward and ask:

"It's already this late, so stop pretending! If you feel bad, just say it out loud and make me happy! I'm also very happy to see you today. As long as you say something nice, I'll give you 10 dollars and treat you to a meal. How about that?"

Hou Jie didn't care about Zhao Guangliang's emotional fluctuations. He continued to taste the wontons in the bowl.

I still haven't considered it enough.