October 1st is China's National Day.

In the afternoon, Song Zhichao received a call from the young nanny Jin Sanshun, saying that today is the national festival of the president. In the evening, she will prepare various fine wines and delicacies in the Korean courtyard and wait for the president to come back to enjoy it.

Song Zhichao scolded Jin Sanshun for a meal, saying that he was very busy with work recently and did not have time to go back to eat.

He also said that if she was idle and had nothing to do, she would clean the house and fertilize the flowers and plants in the yard, and would not watch Korean dramas all day long, or she would just lie on the sofa with a pillow and eat and drink, making the sofa full of biscuits.

The little nanny Jin Sanshun didn't expect that his kindness would be criticized by the president.

To be honest, since I stole ginseng wine and got drunk for three days at home last time, the little nanny Kim Sanshun felt that he had made a fool of himself and went to Java.

In order to make up for the image, the young nanny Jin Sanshun then specially wrote down the birthday of the president, dear motherland, and planned to use his skills today to set up a "Manhan full banquet" to make the president happy, but unexpectedly he was scolded as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Hey! Good people are not easy to make! Nanny is even worse!" Jin Sanshun replied immediately and said that he would correct his mistakes immediately and deal with the ingredients.

Song Zhichao scolded her again, saying that she was a waste of doing this! What is the situation now? The economies of countries around the world are in a downturn, and many people can’t even eat enough. Do you still have to throw away those ingredients? You don’t even have any ideological awareness.

Finally, he said, "Do as you did, I will try my best to rush back for dinner tonight!"

The little nanny Jin Sanshun was scolded for being confused.

It’s not right to do it, it’s not right to not do it.

I took the initiative to flatter, but instead became I took the initiative to scold me.

Very cheap!

I am really cheap!

But... why do you feel happy when you are scolded by the president?

"Oh my God, I'm hopelessly cheap!"

The little nanny covered her face and thought she was inferior, while quickly cleaning up the inside and outside of the Korean courtyard.

First, fertilize and weed the flowers and plants, then drag them inside and outside the room, and finally wash the sofa with a vacuum cleaner. Oh no, it’s three times!

After all this, the little nanny Jin Sanshun got into the kitchen and began to make the "Manhan Banquet" she carefully studied to flatter the president.

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That night—

Song Zhichao has always disliked the climate of Seoul.

Compared with Hong Kong's warm and suitable climate, Seoul is simply hell.

It's so hot when it's hot, and it's so cold when it's so cold.

This is not the point.

The point is that you don’t know when the weather in Seoul is hot or cold.

The so-called "seasons clearly" completely loses its effect here, with only sudden heat or cold.

It will be very cold tonight.

The cold wind blew, the branches and leaves shaking and rustling.

Small whirlwinds blew from time to time on the roads around the Korean courtyard, and dust and paper scraps on the ground were flying in the wind.

On the side of the road, Song Zhichao asked the driver Quan Wulie to stop the car.

"call--!"

A gust of wind blows the sand and dust.

As soon as Song Zhichao got out of the car, he was fascinated by the wind and sand.

"Damn it! I hate this kind of weather!" Song Zhichao couldn't help but curse.

The driver Quan Wulie hurriedly got out of the car, took out a black tweed coat, and personally helped Song Zhichao put it on his shoulders.

"Sir, this is the autumn in Seoul. There is less vegetation here, so there will be wind and sand often." Quan Wulie said very little, and when he saw that Song Zhichao was unhappy, he said something.

"Don't those officials in South Korea govern? Only when the environment is good can people come here to invest." Song Zhichao complained.

"Ahem, South Korean officials only care about elections...especially during such election periods." Quan Wulie said weakly.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but shake his head.

Recently, almost all the streets and alleys of Seoul have been talking about elections, and all men, women, young and old have participated, making it seem like the New Year.

What's more, there are campaigns on the roads that Song Zhichao passes every day. He keeps pulling votes with a loudspeaker. Not only does he disturb the public, but even the passing man feels noisy.

"I really can't understand your politics anymore. There are obviously many things to do, such as building a good environment and revitalizing the economy... You Koreans are just putting all your energy into the election!"

Quan Wulie lowered his head and did not dare to say anything more.

How could he, a little person, be qualified to comment on the political chaos in South Korea?

Only big names like President Song are qualified to guide the country.

Seeing that Quan Wulie didn't say anything, Song Zhichao felt it was boring, so he stopped talking, but just told Quan Wulie to go back early. He also said that he was busy with work during this period and thanked him for his hard work.

When Quan Wulie turned around and was about to leave, Song Zhichao stopped him again, then took out 3 million Korean won (about 18,000 Hong Kong dollars) from his pocket and handed him to him that this was the hard work fee these days, and asked him to buy some gifts to go home. It seemed that he hadn't seen his wife for a long time - buying some gifts to make his wife happy is what a good man should do.

Quan Wulie didn't expect Song Zhichao to be so careful.

These days, Song Zhichao has been busy with socializing with the tycoons of the politicians and business circles.

As Song Zhichao's personal driver, Quan Wulie did not have a good rest. He accompanied Song Zhichao almost every day until very late and didn't even have to go back home.

On the phone, his wife Shen Jinhua had complained more than once or twice.

As a woman, she is inevitably a little sensible, so she said that she would not want to serve the president. She hasn’t been home for several days. Are she planning to live apart from herself?

Of course, Wu Lie never told Song Zhichao these trivial matters.

But Song Zhichao is as careful as his hair, so how could he not know about these things?

At this time, I gave Quan Wulie some money and asked him to buy a good-looking bag or something to give it to his wife as a gift. It can be regarded as coaxing his wife and ensuring family harmony.

Quan Wulie was a straightforward man. Seeing that Song Zhichao was so kind to him, he didn't know what to say.

Song Zhichao knew his personality, so he patted his shoulder and said, "Don't say anything--and, you are in your thirties. You can't drive for me all your life. You have to find a way to save more money. If you can, you will buy some stocks of Elephant and Lotte Group recently..."

After Song Zhichao finished speaking, he stopped patting Quan Wulie on the shoulder.

Quan Wulie is not a fool. Of course, he understands that Song Zhichao is guiding him. Now the stocks of Elephant and Lotte are at a low point, but when Song Zhichao injects 5 billion US dollars, the price of these stocks will be immediately increased. If Quan Wulie buys them, he will definitely make a big profit.

This is simply giving "Ming Card"!

Quan Wulie was even more moved.

When Song Zhichao turned around and was about to leave, Quan Wulie suddenly shouted from behind: "Sir, Lord! If possible, I am willing to drive a car for you for the rest of my life!"
Chapter completed!