Chapter 97 Jinyi enters Shanghai, the Lin family’s own confidence - "Rebirth 2000: I broke the agreement and became rich"
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The lights of Hongqiao Villa come on very early.
As soon as the car stopped, the courtyard door was opened.
The nanny stood under the porch while the driver unloaded the luggage from the trunk one by one.
The gardener is closing the last water pipe, the lawn is neatly trimmed, and there are several pots of freshly delivered bluegrass in the sunroom.
Lin Jianguo stood at the door of the courtyard without stepping in.
Li Xiulan also stopped.
She looked at the single-family villa in front of her, and then at Lin Chuan.
"Xiaochuan, this place...is really for us to live in?"
Lin Chuan took the bag in her hand.
"If I don't accommodate you, who else can I accommodate you?"
Lin Xiaoran poked his head from behind.
"Mom, I've made arrangements a long time ago. It's not just to save face. It would be really uncomfortable for him if you don't stay."
Li Xiulan glared at her.
"As long as you speak quickly."
Having said that, she still followed him into the courtyard.
The living room has a high ceiling, and there is a small garden outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Lin Chuan took his parents to watch from room to room.
"The first floor is your room. It's convenient to get up at night. There is a small living room next to it. Dad can read the newspaper and mom can knit sweaters."
"The kitchen is over here. I asked someone to replace the Chinese stove. If Mom wants to cook by herself, that's fine."
Li Xiulan walked into the kitchen.
The pots and pans are arranged in rows, and the rice, noodles, oil and salt are all ready.
There are fresh vegetables and meat in the refrigerator, and even a few pieces of bacon that Jiang Cheng often eats are prepared.
She touched the stove and lowered her voice.
"This is too extravagant."
Lin Chuan leaned against the door.
"Mom, we saved it before because we had no other choice."
Li Xiulan didn't answer.
She thought of the small kitchen in Tongzilou.
When I turn around, I bump into a pot, and when I open a window, I see the fumes from someone else’s house.
If you cook a meal in summer, your clothes will be soaked with sweat.
She lowered her head and wiped the stove.
The stove is very clean.
No need to wipe.
Lin Xiaoran had already run up to the second floor to choose a room.
After a while, her voice came down from upstairs.
"Brother! You are too nouveau riche! My room actually has a separate dressing room!"
Lin Chuan raised his head.
"Too big?"
"No problem!"
Lin Xiaoran immediately changed his tune.
"I'm just criticizing your simple aesthetic."
Zhang Hu stood at the door of the living room and smiled.
"Miss, if you let the people renting partition rooms outside hear what you said, you will easily get beaten."
Lin Xiaoran snorted.
"Brother Hu, you are now a capitalist, so stop pretending to be a working person."
Zhang Hu looked down at his tanned hands.
"At best, I can be considered a working person running errands around the capitalists."
There was a laugh in the living room.
Lin Chuan took Lin Jianguo to the study.
The study is not big.
There is a solid wood table by the window. There are no famous paintings on the wall, only a few old photos.
The gate of Jiangcheng Machinery Factory.
The old lathe in the workshop.
There are also photos of Lin Jianguo when he was young, wearing blue work clothes, standing at the factory gate and taking photos with workers.
As soon as Lin Jianguo entered the door, his footsteps stopped.
He stared at the photos and said nothing for a long time.
Lin Chuan stood beside him.
"Dad, I asked someone to go back to Jiangcheng to find him."
Lin Jianguo approached and reached out to touch the photo frame.
Some of the people in the photo have retired, some have left the factory, and some did not even survive until later in their previous lives.
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