Feng Biao decided to take his right foot first when entering.
When going through customs, there was no fast track for swiping ID cards, so Feng Biao had to wait in line slowly with a group of foreigners. But after he passed the gate, he could be sure that he had really gone home.
Nothing happened, I came back smoothly.
Feng Biao went to a currency exchange point and exchanged one thousand U.S. dollars for RMB.
Next, take a taxi from the airport.
Feng Biao lined up to get on the bus, and when he looked out the window at the almost completely unfamiliar scene, the only emotion he expressed was that the changes had been too great.
I really couldn't recognize it at all, and I didn't see any familiar sight at all.
The most familiar hometown has turned into the most unfamiliar city. This feeling is very strange, and Feng Biao has a premonition that he can no longer integrate into this city.
Jinghai used to be a county, but now it's a district. It's quite far from the city, so it's considered a suburb.
After running quite a distance, when the taxi arrived at the gate of a community that Feng Biao was familiar with, the driver pulled out a green sign and said: "One hundred and six, WeChat or Alipay?"
Feng Biao didn't say anything. He took out two hundred coins and handed them over.
The driver was stunned for a moment and said: "Cash? Oops, I don't have enough change. I didn't prepare any change..."
"Keep the change, please."
"Oh, thank you, man."
Feng Biao ignored the driver. He felt that not preparing change was just an excuse to ask for a tip, but he remembered that tipping was not popular in China.
Feng Biao only had a small bag all over his body, so it was quite easy for him to go home.
The building looks even more aged.
I saw too many high-rise buildings along the way, but the community where Feng Biao grew up still looked like that. There were four floors in total. The road that was originally quite wide was now much narrower and messier after it was filled with parked cars.
.
"So many cars."
Feng Biao muttered that he found the building that he could not forget. He turned into the unit door and passed through the narrow passage between a bunch of bicycles and electric scooters.
Feng Biao knocked on the green iron security door.
I was very anxious, scared, and nervous, and I was a little anxious when I knocked on the door.
Feng Biao has not lost contact with his family, and there will be no unexpected situation that he is not aware of.
But still nervous.
"It's too late, it's time to hurry up!"
The wooden inner door opened, and then Feng Biao and a gray-haired old man looked at each other.
"You, you..."
Feng Biao didn't expect that it was his father who opened the door for him, so he said in a somewhat heavy tone: "Dad, open the door."
"Why are you back!"
Feng Biao's father was obviously still in shock, but his shock immediately turned into disappointment. While opening the security door, he said in a vicious tone: "I can't survive anymore! That's right! I'm telling you!
I’m telling you! I told you not to go, don’t go! Just fly away!”
The door opened, and what Feng Biao received was not a welcome, but the nagging and disgust that he was familiar with and extremely disgusted with.
"You still know Hui Lai!"
Feng Biao walked into the familiar room and smelled the familiar smell. His first words were: "Where is my mother?"
"Nima went for a walk, do you want to eat?"
Feng Biao's father couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. When he saw his son, he didn't say a word of welcome and had a look of disgust on his face, but he knew how to ask his son what he wanted to eat.
Then making a phone call is pretty quick.
"Where have you been? Come back quickly! Your precious son is back, why did I lie to you! Hurry up, buy some shrimps, buy some crabs, sea crabs, don't want them to die, they just died
No, I want it alive! Buy some more yellow croaker, I love that, hurry up."
The phone was hung up, and Feng Biao's father still said with disgust on his face: "It's easy to say, your mother definitely doesn't believe it. She has to come back and take a look before going out. Do you believe it or not?"
"Why didn't you get out of the car?"
This is Feng Biao’s second sentence.
Feng Biao's father immediately put on an angry look, and said angrily: "There is no one checking for drunk driving in the morning, why don't I do it! I checked for drunk driving overnight, and the evidence of paralysis was canceled for me.
I don’t drive a taxi anymore. After renewing my license, I drove a hulk shop for half a year. It’s so tiring. Look what you’ve become like. Your mother is pointing at you to support her. Can you afford it?”
It's so annoying. I've been like this since I was a child. I just have to eat hard if I don't have the ability. I still have a nasty mouth.
But Feng Biao's father has really supported the family, and he has provided everything that should be provided to Feng Biao. Although the living expenses for school are less than others, it can feed Feng Biao and buy less clothes, but he does not give up.
He wore old clothes.
Feng Biao breathed out. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
Feng Biao's appearance is not considered a successful person in his father's eyes.
Junniao's coat is gray. It's very expensive, but it's not something Feng Biao's father would recognize.
The quick-drying casual pants still don’t have a trademark, because the military bird’s clothes are all on the inside and there is no obvious mark on the outside.
The shoes are a pair of low-top LOWA shoes. Feng Biao is used to wearing them. These shoes are not worn out, but they look old. They are just a brand that Feng Biao's father cannot recognize.
Too lazy to say anything more, Feng Biao simply fell into silence.
At this moment, the door rang, and with the sound of the key opening the door, a familiar figure rushed into the door.
Feng Biao stood up and said in a trembling voice: "Mom!"
"You're really back!"
There can only be room for one bad talker in a family, because two people can't live together.
Feng Biao's father was both speechless and rude, and his mother became taciturn.
"Son! You are really back."
Feng Biao's mother's hair was also a lot whiter. She was not in the habit of hugging her son, so she stood at the door, not knowing what to do next.
"Where are the overseas goods I asked you to buy? Do you have money on your phone? I will transfer one thousand to you, go ahead and buy it!"
The tone was still disgusting and disdainful, but Feng Biao felt that his father was a lot more generous, and he was even willing to give him a thousand yuan to buy seafood.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
The three of them were in a daze. Feng Biao's mother turned around and opened the door, only to see a man in a black suit standing at the door.
"Who are you……"
Feng Biao was also curious.
The man in a black suit was young, about thirty years old. He nodded to Feng Biao's mother, smiled, and then waved to Feng Biao and said: "Hello, Mr. Feng, hello uncle, hello aunt.
"
After saying hello with a smile, the young man in black suit handed a card with both hands and said: "Mr. Feng, you lost your ID card in the VIP room, I brought it to you."
Feng Biao reached out to take it in a daze, and the young man smiled and said, "I won't disturb Mr. Feng's family reunion, so I'll leave first."
"Don't go! Come in, sit down, and have a sip of tea."
Feng Biao's father seemed very polite at this time, but he immediately said to Feng Biao: "Did you lose your ID card?"
It's still the same as before, no matter how old you are, you still have no eyesight at all, and you won't be able to get ahead in your life.
Feng Biao sighed inwardly, and then he said to the young man in black: "Thank you, you are..."
"Oh, I'm grounded, grounded."
The fact that someone could bring his ID card to Feng Biao's door when he first entered the house shows that Feng Biao has been monitored.
While lamenting the high efficiency, Feng Biao resented the surveillance he was subject to.
How can I put it, no one likes to have their every move under the watchful eye of others, not even those with good intentions.
So Feng Biao said again: "Which unit do you belong to? Can you tell me?"
The young man hesitated for a moment and said: "Guoan."
"Uh, well, I..."
The young man smiled and said: "We are just going to give you something. We have to greet you just after you come back. If there is no other meaning, we will leave when we turn back."
"Oh, okay, thank you."
Feng Biao thanked him politely, and the young man nodded politely, left, and closed the door.
The whole family was still in a state of confusion, and then Feng Biao's father suddenly said: "He called you Mr. Feng?"
"Well, sit down, Mom, don't go shopping. I'm not hungry. There's a lot of food on the plane. Let's take a break and let's go out to eat, or just eat something simple."
Feng Biao didn't know what to say. He had many questions to ask, but now, his parents wanted to ask even more.
"Why haven't you called me yet? You're worried about me."
Feng Biao's mother began to complain about her son, and tears flowed down her face as she spoke.
"Hey, Guoan, it's not the Guoan team, right? What does Guoan do? Guoan..."
There was a knock on the door again.
The family of three had just sat down when Feng Biao opened the door.
There were two people outside the door, a man and a woman. The man was in his forties and the woman looked to be in her twenties.
The man wears a white shirt and a black suit, and the woman wears a business suit.
"Hello, hello, are you Mr. Feng?"
"Uh, it's me."
"I am the president of Jinghai Branch of Jinmen Bank. I received a notice from my superiors asking me to come to your home to handle a deposit business for you. You see..."
"Oh, please come in, please come in."
The president seemed not to have expected that he would come to a small, cramped and old shabby room to do business for people door-to-door.
But his professionalism kept the president smiling.
Feng Biao had to say to his father: "Dad, make room for me."
Feng Biao's father quickly stood up, and while giving up the only sofa, he asked doubtfully: "What the hell? President?"
The president smiled politely and sat next to Feng Biao at Feng Biao's signal. He said with a smile: "Mr. Feng, just take a photo of your ID card for me. The bank card is ready for you."
As the president spoke, the female staff member took out a beautiful cardboard envelope, opened it, placed the cardboard envelope on the small and old coffee table, and then placed a black bank card on the envelope.
Feng Biao breathed a sigh of relief, took out his phone and called Luka.
The call was answered quickly. After the call was connected, Luka whispered: "Hello?"
"I'm home. Transfer twenty million dollars to this account."
The woman could understand English, but she tried her best to hide it, and still showed a slightly shocked expression.
Feng Biao hung up the phone. The president looked at Feng Biao and looked a little embarrassed, so Feng Biao said naturally: "It doesn't matter, you can call us on any phone."
The president immediately smiled and said: "Mr. Feng, I'll give you 20 million US dollars converted into RMB. According to today's exchange rate, it is 100 million..."
"How many!"
Feng Biao's father was shocked. He was lost and didn't hear the last digit, and he still refused to believe his ears.
Feng Biao said calmly: "My dad, um, go on."
The president waved, and his assistant took out an envelope again. Then the president smiled and said: "This is a family card for you. The annual interest rate is 3.5. All the interest will be credited to this account on a monthly basis. The account name is
Your mother’s name.”
Feng Biao nodded, picked up the card, and said: "Mom, take it and withdraw money from this card later. Also, you will be in charge of our family's money from now on."
The atmosphere in the room was still a bit solemn.
The president just smiled because the card was still empty.
But soon, the president's assistant's cell phone rang. After taking a look, she could no longer conceal her surprise and suddenly said: "President Ma, the money has arrived...it has arrived."
Chapter completed!