Chapter 797 793. Relying on Uncle to Feed on Nephew

As soon as Luo Xiang heard it, he knew that Lao Liu had misunderstood.

He curled his lips and said, "It's a Wenchang specialty, Jinshan beef jerky. It's really good."

Old Liu waved his hand and said, "Wenchang has other specialties. Give me some."

"what?"

"Souvenirs from the space center. Get me a large rocket model. It should be certified and numbered. Limited edition ones are even better. As for other souvenirs, bring me some if you see something new. My son really likes them."

After saying that, he picked up his phone and transferred two thousand yuan to Luo Xiang.

"Hey, Lao Liu, what do you mean?"

"How can I let you pay for the purchase? I'll collect it soon. I'll refund you the extra money and pay you the extra money. I've asked you to carry it, but I haven't even paid for the shipping fee yet."

Well, the friendship between the two of them is not just about a few thousand dollars.

After watching Luo Xiang collect the money, Lao Liu signed the leave application and handed it over.

But no invitation was given.

"Hey, you can't keep this. I'll show it to you." Luo Xiang leaned forward to grab it.

Old Liu refused to give it to her. "I don't want yours. I'll make a copy. I'll show it to my son."

It seems that Lao Liu's son really likes it.

Luo Xiang sat back down and started again, "It's boring for you to show off this. I'll copy some good stuff for you later."

Then he took out his cell phone.

Pull out photos to show the past.

Old Liu glanced at it and said disdainfully: "Why do I need your recipe?"

Finally, Luo Xiang caught him. There are things you don’t know.

That would be easy.

"You don't know what it is, right? This is what the astronauts on the Tiangong wrote on New Year's Eve this year. There were three astronauts in space at that time, and the two who reported wrote. Do you know why? Because there is another one in our house."

Upon hearing this, Old Liu snatched Luo Xiang's phone away and asked, "Really?"

After zooming in and looking carefully, I also searched for the news at that time and compared it with the photo above.

The paper in Luo Xiang’s photo is exactly the same as the one in the news.

It’s OK, it must be authentic. Old Luo’s nephew is very capable and would not use this to deceive people. He really has the ability to get the authentic one.

“Three fresh buns, Spanish mackerel dumplings, glutinous rice and lotus root, sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake, eight-treasure rice pudding… graceful and elegant, lively and meaningful, strict in rules, good words, good words!”

Luo Xiang was puzzled after hearing this, "Old Liu, when did you learn calligraphy?"

"Nonsense, can't you praise me if you don't understand me?"

Well, I only know a few words for emotion, and I’ve used them all.

Luo Xiang continued to show off, turn to the back, there are two more.

Old Liu slid the photos as instructed.

Look at the words on the photo, then look at the news on the computer screen, then look at the phone, and then look at the screen again.

He was so shocked that his mouth opened wide and he looked stupid.

The photo on the phone has two words, "Night Mooring at Maple Bridge" and "The Red Army is not afraid of the long march, and thousands of mountains and rivers are just a matter of course", which are exactly the same as those in the news.

"These...these two paintings are also in your house?"

"How is that possible? How can we put the first Chinese New Year calligraphy in space in our home? These two paintings are in the Space Museum." Luo Xiang said, pointing at the computer screen.

"That's what I told you..." Old Liu just breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Luo Xiang added: "These two paintings in our house were re-written on the same day, and they were also written by the astronauts in the space station on New Year's Eve."

"Wow, you really have some good stuff hidden at home." Old Liu's eyes lit up and he said, "Copies won't do, you have to show me the original." Luo Xiang even wondered whether it was Old Liu's son who liked aerospace or himself.

He trembled and agreed: "Okay, the original is in my eldest brother's hands. When you have time, come home with me and I'll take it out and show it to you."

"When is that? Go when you get back from Wenchang." Old Liu couldn't wait any longer and asked, "Do you provide meals?"

Why, it seems, I am even more greedy than when I was chatting.

"Are you here to read some words, or to have a free meal at our house?" Luo Xiang asked.

Old Liu waved his hand and said, "Everyone knows that you have good things at home. This is called a double harvest of spiritual food and material food."

No wonder he is a leader, he has so many petty words.

"Okay, it's a deal." Luo Xiang agreed, took back the invitation, said goodbye and left, "I'm leaving, I still have to show off to Lao Zhou."

He is honest.

"Come back, come back." Just as he was about to leave, Lao Liu called him back.

"Anything else?" Luo Xiang asked again.

"Business, business has not yet been discussed." Old Liu waved for Luo Xiang to sit down. "It's almost the end of the year. You have to think about the company's welfare."

"The end of the year?" Luo Xiang pointed at the calendar on the table. "November 9th, you're telling me the end of the year?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Your nephew has produced a lot of good things recently. You have to order them for our company in advance, otherwise they will be out of stock when the time comes." Old Liu said as he took out a piece of paper.

"I think the rabbit is good. We must have it when we prepare New Year's goods. And the mushrooms and hazel mushrooms from last year were praised by everyone in the unit. Let's get more this year. Other candies, vegetables, and the sugar dumplings. And the foot-soaking medicine packs. We can't get one for everyone, but at least the old comrades and female comrades should have one. And the geese and pigs you raise, let's get as many as we can."

He was quite prepared and had asked around a lot.

Luo Xiang was speechless. "How come you know everything? You know more than I do?"

"Nonsense, your nephew's company is a star enterprise in our city and it is mentioned in every meeting. I have to pay more attention to it." Old Liu made a point.

Luo Xiang was even more speechless. The two units had no relationship. Apart from purchasing some welfare products, they had no other contact. Why did they mention it in every meeting?

"This is called living off the mountain, living off the water, living off the uncle. Think about it. The welfare at the end of the year depends on you."

"Stop talking too much nonsense. Is there anything else?"

"No more. Roll the ball."

"Okay, I'll go show off to Lao Zhou."

Luo Xiang came out of Lao Liu's office.

He shook his head helplessly.

Alas, I said I was helping my nephew, but now I have become someone who needs to be taken care of by my nephew...
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at the same time.

Luo Yihang's home was just as lively.

Mr. and Mrs. Luo rummaged through the drawers and spread the clothes all over the bed.

As Luo's father packed up, he kept muttering, "Look at this kid, he does whatever he wants. He just put away his summer clothes and takes them out again."

Luo's mother glared at Luo's father and said, "If you don't want to, talk to them. Ask them to launch it later. Stop the big rocket. Stop it for the summer..."

It's so weird. The old queen is in a bad mood at the moment.

Father Luo immediately felt guilty and muttered, "I just said it for a while..."

"There's no point in saying it. I'm already annoyed!" the old queen said again.

"What are you worried about? It's such a good thing, you shouldn't be too happy." Dad Luo turned around and tried to persuade Mom Luo.

Mother Luo sighed, took out a jewelry box, and took out the piece of gold that Luo Yihang had given her during the Chinese New Year.

"I haven't seen my daughter for a year or two. What should I bring? Hangwazi is the same. He always makes surprise attacks. If you told me a few days earlier, I would have made this piece of gold into a bracelet. Now I can't just give it to her directly. It's not right..."

(End of this chapter)