After leaving the gate of Mingtangzhai, Wu Di weighed the stones in his hand. Wen Yaru had just told him that such stones were usually made on domestic public markets. If they were sold, they would cost about 10,000 yuan. If they were of this kind, the fat man spent at most less than 100,000 yuan. When they were sold, they would usually cost 500 yuan. If they were sold, they would usually cost 500 yuan, which would cost thousands of yuan. Wu Di was surprised. He sold equipment himself and was a sky-high price. Looking at others, he would add dozens or hundreds of times. He knew that the jade was more profitable, but he didn't expect that the raw stone would make such a profit.

Wu Di felt that Wen Yaru was good and was a good friend. Although he was young, he had a very accurate feeling about people. In the past two years, he had never lost any orders he felt good about business. He also made a few sincere friends, but there was no one like Wen Yaru who could say anything, and he cherished it very much.

Before leaving the fritters market, the phone rang. When he saw Minister Ou, he immediately answered it.

Minister Ou's voice was very low and asked Ming Ming where Wu Di was and told him not to move. Someone would pick him up later.

Wu Di had nothing to do, so he called his mother. His mother was still concerned about his private life. Oh, it was just a question of whether he had a girlfriend. His elementary school classmates were married, and his junior high school classmates gave birth to a baby. Finally, he forced him to sign a city alliance. At the age of 25, he went back to his hometown for a blind date. Wu Di calculated that it was almost a year before he could finish his life. If he had already developed at that time, his mother might let him go and let him have two more years of freedom.

The phone call was a bit long, and after hanging up the phone, I noticed that the white and middle-aged man who was waiting for Minister Ou last time was waiting by his side for a while. I couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. The man smiled and signaled that it would not be inconvenient. He came over to shake hands with Wu Di:

"Yang Junhua, the boss's secretary, I was too hasty last time and didn't have time to meet you with my little brother."

"You are kind to Yang Dami, you are kind to you, Wu Di, a small business staff member."

The car headed westward, and Yang Dashen introduced to Wu Di that this time he went to Minister Ou's father-in-law's house, a reigning veteran general.

The car drove to a gate hidden among green trees at the foot of the West Mountain. The fully armed armed police checked the pass and waved to let go. Then they went through two more inspections. After putting Wu Di at the gate of a small courtyard, Yang Dami waved goodbye to Wu Di directly, and didn't even get out of the car.

Sister Zhong, the beautiful woman who went to Wu Di's house to pick up Ou Doudou last time, greeted her and kept apologizing:

"Xiao Wu, I'm sorry, there are too many people in the family, and the children are in chaos when they come back, so I don't have time to call you. I'm sorry."

Wu Di looked at this woman and had almost earth-shaking changes when she first met her. She was light makeup and dressed in plain clothes. She seemed to be ten years younger, and her whole body exuded a seductive charm, not the kind of temptation, but a kind of maternal brilliance.

While happy for her, Wu Di politely refused.

The courtyard is not very big, but there is a green space when you enter the door. There is indeed a swing on the green space. Zhongqing looked at him and paid attention to the swing. He secretly wiped the corners of his eyes and said:

"I put it away a few years ago, and just installed it a few days ago."

Wu Di nodded, climbed two steps, and walked into the old three-story building.

The living room is large, but the decoration is simple, and it can even be said to be simple. Zhongqing took Wu Di upstairs and said:

"Old Ou is waiting for you in the study."

Wu Di looked around in surprise. The building was very quiet, unlike someone. And Lao Ou wanted to talk to his study, which seemed a bit like a Hongmen Banquet. Wu Di sneered slightly, and he was tough without desire, so he didn't plan to have anything to do with them. Why do you care about so much? However, for the sake of Principal Lu and Aunt Song, you have to think of a way.

The study room is about twenty square meters and is more like an office. Zhong Qing led Wu Di in and turned around and locked the door and went out. Minister Ou sat behind the desk without getting up. He reached out and signaled Wu Di to sit opposite him, staring at Wu Di's eyes and not speaking.

Wu Di's breath rose for a moment, and after a few breaths, he held back and glared fiercely. Minister Ou's face was expressionless.

"Wu Di, 24 years old, graduated from Yucheng University. He came to Beijing to work two years ago. Both his parents are employees of third-tier factories. He has a twelve-year-old sister who is in the middle school of the factory..."

Wu Di interrupted with a sneer:

"No need to say it, I said why there was no movement in a week? It turned out that you went to touch my bottom."

Minister Ou picked up a cigarette from the table, smoked one and wanted to light it, but hesitated to put it down, and poured his body backwards, looking light and cloudy.

"It doesn't take it, one day is enough."

Wu Di said in a fury:

"Yes, we all-killed little people are really nothing to you public servants. Well, what do you want to say, say it."

"It's not what I want to say, but what you want? Don't you think it's all too coincidental? In fact, even if everything is a coincidence, I don't think you have that decisiveness."

"Come on? I'm afraid that if I say something wrong here, I'll be dragged down to check it out to see if I have anything to do with the human traffickers? Oh, I'm wrong, I've been checked out. It seems that I should be really grateful that I can still sit here now."

Minister Ou didn't say anything, just stared at Wu Di. Wu Di didn't hesitate, grabbed the cigarette on the table and lit it, and smoked it on his own.

"What do you want? Say it, I think I can satisfy you."

"What do I want?"

Wu Di narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice.

"If you want to get rich, you can do a project or just give it money. There is a check of 30 million yuan here. If you want it, you can take it away directly. Want to be an official? You can guarantee you to be at the level of the department within ten years, want to go abroad? You can choose any check at any time in college, and you can still carry the check."

Wu Di shook his head, took a harsh sip, put out the cigarette, and said:

"I've sent me so easily? No wonder people say that grace is a revenge. You can't afford to give me what I want, and you have no sincerity, so you say goodbye."

"Let me give you the conditions, I might satisfy you."

"Oh? Then try it? I want you to take Uncle Lu and Aunt Song to Beijing and buy a villa separately. You can't stop Doudou from visiting them. If you can't pick them up, you can arrange for someone to support the two elderly people. You can't stop Doudou from visiting them during the holidays."

"You don't have to worry about these things, I will arrange for someone to do them."

"I want you to bear the tuition and living expenses for Kashantun's children to go to school in the future..."

"No problem, Mr. Wu Di, you don't need to teach me how to do it. What I'm asking is what you want?"

"What do I want?"

Wu Di broke out, regardless of whether there were several senior officials in the Republic sitting in front of him, he slapped the table with his palm and roared:

"I want you to return your son to others! What good people can live in such an inhumane family? Oh, what do I want? Give alms, right? I don't count, but I give alms to those two old men? Those two old men who have been in a poor mountain valley for thirty years and gave themselves to their children? Those two old men who have been in poverty for thirty years and have given themselves to their children? Those two old men who have even had difficulty cooking but still returned their children to your children? Those villagers who can beat the police who rescued the abducted children to the head and bloody but let me take Doudou away? Give alms to me? What qualifications do you have? Look, open your eyes and look at the children in the mountains. You are not worthy of sitting in this position! It's my bastard! It's me who took the hope of the two old men and their lives!"

Wu Di sat down, tears flowing down her face without any effort, but stared at Minister Ou and refused to blink, and his tone began to become calm.

"No, really, no, nothing is needed. I will raise two old men, and I will also care about those children. I just hope that from now on, you will not disturb us and go far away. You will continue to enjoy your life in heaven, hold your hands tightly, and never miss anything to us, those of you on the ground, because we are not worthy of enjoying your alms, and we will live or die humbly under your light. Goodbye, Minister Ou, what I said is never again."

Minister Ou stayed in the chair, as if he was frightened. The door of the study suddenly opened, Zhong Qing rushed in, hugged Wu Di and pushed back. Seeing Minister Ou motionless, he shouted in dissatisfaction:

"Old Ou!"

Minister Ou then stood up as if he had come back to his soul. His eyes were red. He snatched it from behind the desk in a few steps. He held Wu Di's hand and said at a loss:

"Wu Di, I'm sorry, it's my bastard. I've been a magistrate for a long time, and I'm afraid of conspiracy in everything I do. Don't be angry, don't be angry, you are our great benefactor. How can I do that?"

Four gray-bearded and old men walked into the room one after another, with a national face. Wu Di seemed to have seen an old man on TV and snorted:

"Good curse, young man, curse well! These bastards should scold them like this, and they should also be a headache for them, conspiracy theories, political struggles, compromises, and political techniques. How many people have put their hearts on the people? If they curse well, they should be even more ruthless. Lao Zhong, do you see if you have the power of your youth?"

Minister Ou called out dad in embarrassment, lowered his head and stopped talking. Another old man in military uniform and carrying three golden stars on his shoulders closed his feet, saluting Wu Di a standard military salute, and then said:

"Little brother, don't blame them. It's the old man. I asked you to try it. Now, you have passed the full mark. From now on, you have a seat in this family. You will come back whenever you want to come back."

Old Man Ou looked at General Zhong in surprise and said with a smile:

"Oh, there were times when the wise foxes were not sure?"

An old lady with a kind face and a haggard expression walked up, pulled Wu Di to sit down, and said softly:

"Wu Di saved the old woman's life, and I don't thank her for her kindness. Just like your Uncle Zhong said just now, just live here and be a companion with us two old guys. This child has been raised and no one has been left home. Well, this child is more handsome and more I like it more and more."

A sentence made Wu Di, who had just turned over, blushed. This dark person was almost as good as Song Jiang Hei Sanlang. Why are you still handsome?

Zhong Qing saw Wu Di at a loss, so she quickly handed over a towel and pulled the old lady to act coquettishly:

"Mom, who won't leave home? Don't I stay with you for a few months every year."
Chapter completed!