"You said it was Lao Chu. He did work here before, but then the Maibakh had an accident and Lao Chu was gone."

July 25, 2024

"Have you talked to his colleagues?"
"We’re fine with our colleagues. We used to have a little wine together before."
The middle-aged man suddenly looked at Chu Hang and wondered, "Is it a bit like you are old Chu Er?"
Chu Hang nodded. "Does uncle know that my father left anything here?"
The middle-aged man is obviously an old man in the workplace who is good at befriending. "You can ask the right person about this, nephew, but I have to say, uncle, it’s only after you’ve been gone for so many years that you think about looking for relics. It’s also a loss that the group was seized, the factories stopped and the newcomers’ old Chu rooms were still there."
Chu Hang increasingly felt that he had made a big mistake and didn’t venture into the sealing factory to search him. "Does dad live here?"
"Yes, he can’t afford a house on that salary. Of course, he can live in the factory when he is divorced. This has left him a single dormitory. I haven’t touched anything."
The middle-aged man’s words made Chuhang feel a little disappointed. He didn’t expect his father to live so hard after divorce. Every time he came to pick him up with Maibakh, he was always glowing.
The thought of his father giving people a car during the day and living alone in a small house in the factory at night made him feel guilty.
"Uncle please take me to see it."
Chuhang said politely
"Come with me, but we agreed that we haven’t cleaned it for many years. It’s estimated that there is a lot of ash. Don’t mind."
Middle-aged men and Chutianjiao are also fair-weather friends in the workplace, and they are not kind enough to often help the deceased clean their houses.
He found the key and led the people across the long corridor.
He is a talker. Many people want to say something about Lao Chu. For example, he really thinks that Lao Chu has been miserable for so many years, and no one has come to the factory to see it. It seems that no one cares that the dead are mixed up here. But he can’t say this in front of each other.
The door is dusty and dusty for a long time.
The room is unexpectedly clean, with a double bed, a bedside table, a writing desk and a chair, and a small refrigerator. This is the furniture of Google on a surface.
Everything is neatly arranged, and the bedding is folded into squares. There is no garbage and there is no instant noodle bucket. It is not like a place where a man lives alone.
But everyone is not surprised to look at ChuHang heart said not the kui is a father ChuHang a person living in the dormitory is so clean and tidy.
Thank you, uncle. We want to stay here for a while.
Chuhang thanked that the middle-aged man was also available, and he had to doze off for too long before finishing his work.
Chuhang walked slowly into the room, others didn’t follow the static footsteps and could be clearly heard.
He went to the bedside table and picked up the picture. It was Zhang Jiafu.
ChuHang murmured "dad …"
Chapter three hundred and fifty-two The so-called Watcher
Photos of women are gorgeous, and boys look like they are four or five years old. Men wear white shirts and woolen trousers, comb their greasy heads and hug women’s waist with pride.
There are still a few invoices on the table, such as eating, washing feet and kneading sauna, all of which smell like livelihood Wang.
Chuhang closed his eyes for a moment and then opened his eyes to "find it"
He put that Zhang Jiafu in his pocket. Now is not the time to be sentimental. Finding dad to leave something is the key.
If he saw this room when he was a child, he wouldn’t feel anything, and maybe he felt normal.
But he knows who his father is and has the principal’s point, so the house will not be so simple.
Besides him, Chang is also an expert in reasoning. I believe it is not difficult to find Dad and leave clues.
Otherwise, after five minutes, the single bed will be locked. Liu Chen will lift the bed and there will be a secret door.
Liu Chen single-handedly buckled the edge of some deformed metal doors and violently dismantled them directly.
There is a hardcore person who lifts in and out.
Chuhang jumped first to Lu Chen, followed by others to wait.
This is a tacit understanding. Chu Hang doesn’t necessarily want everyone to see his father’s "relics"
The room has a faint aroma of cigars and whisky, which has not dissipated even after so many years. Lu Chen hasn’t smoked since he met the pear-painted clothes, but the college often hangs out with Caesar and has a certain appreciation for these things. It can be judged that people here used to smoke the best cigars and drink the most expensive whisky.
The small cabinet next to the left wall is a record cabinet, neatly filled with a list of vinyl records, all of which are jazz classics. Every one of them is absolutely hidden. You can shoot a sky-high price if you take it out casually, but this is a man’s collection.