Chapter 52:"Mom, I'm back!"

Huaxia, Qilu Province, Qidu.

In July, the north has completely entered summer. Under the scorching summer, the cicadas are singing and the heat is transpiring.

Zhang Haijun was sitting in the spacious living room. On the tea table in front of him was a plate of peanuts and a bowl of Qidu's special crispy pot. Next to him was a bottle of local specialty Dao Dao Jing Baijiu and an exquisite porcelain cup.

He watched the TV series, picked up a peanut with his chopsticks, took a sip from his wine glass, and let out a comfortable breath.

Over the past year, Zhang Haijun's life has been particularly comfortable.

My son became the head coach of the Butler University Bulldogs in the United States last year, with a salary of hundreds of thousands of dollars a year!

This made the couple very happy. If Zhang Yu hadn't urged him to keep a low profile, they would have spread the news among their relatives and friends.

Later, when the two combined, it was indeed the truth.

Some people just can't see the good of others, especially those who are similar to him, once they make a fortune, they will be the most jealous.

But their lives have changed a lot.

Although he did not agree with his son's suggestion to buy a house, Zhang Haijun promised his son that he would never sell vegetables again, and lived a retired life at the age of 50, playing chess and cards every day, very comfortable.

He watched TV for a while, and Li Yinghua brought out a plate of hot and sour potato shreds and a bowl of fried meat one after another, and the two of them had lunch.

Zhang Haijun ate, drank, and drank half a glass of wine, but found that Li Yinghua was sitting on the far side of the sofa, not eating, and picked up his mobile phone for a while, looking restless.

"Damn it, what's the matter?" Zhang Haijun wondered.

Li Yinghua looked at the phone again, and said with some concern:

"Old Zhang, why didn't Xiao Yu call today? It's two hours late."

Today is Saturday, and Zhang Yu will call them at 10 am every Saturday.

The time in Indiana is 12 hours later than that of Qidu. This time is just before Zhang Yu goes to bed, which is suitable for him and his parents.

But today Zhang Yu was two hours late and didn't call, which made Li Yinghua very worried.

Did something happen to your son?

In the past, my son also called late or even didn't call, but that was when the team had a game and he didn't have time.

Isn't Enxi finished fighting now? He should be fine, right?

"Maybe he forgot something, you just worry about it, how old is Xiao Yu." Zhang Haijun said indifferently.

"You can't turn off the phone even if something happens..." Li Yinghua's worried expression remained undiminished.

"咚咚-"

While the two were talking, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Zhang Haijun got up a little bit, and made a gesture to open the door. Li Yinghua gave him a blank look, and said with disgust:

"What are you pretending to do, drink your broken bar!"

Zhang Haijun smiled and sat down very skillfully, while Li Yinghua went to open the door:

"Who is here—"

click.

The door opened, but Li Yinghua's movements froze. In front of her was Zhang Yu who hadn't come home for a year.

He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, with a suitcase standing beside him. His clothes were soaked in sweat, and he looked dusty.

"Mom, I'm back!" Zhang Yu grinned and said with a smile.

With a look of surprise on Li Yinghua's face, he grabbed Zhang Yu's hand and looked him up and down carefully:

"You kid, why didn't you call when you got home, which made me worry for a long time, thinking that something happened to you...Xiaoyu, you've lost weight."

Hearing Zhang Yu's voice, Zhang Haijun came over immediately, Hong Sheng said:

"Let Xiaoyu in quickly! Why are you blocking the door?"

"Yes, yes, your dad and I just had dinner, so hurry up and eat. I heard people say that plane meals are not good..." Li Yinghua hurriedly dragged Zhang Yu into the room.

"You've never been on a plane, so you're just talking nonsense. Is the food on the plane delicious?" Zhang Haijun closed the door and said contemptuously.

"You wait for me...Xiao Yu, sit down quickly, I just made your favorite fried meat yesterday, I'll get it out for you." Li Yinghua gave him a glare, and quickly walked into the kitchen.

Zhang Haijun smiled triumphantly. He knew that Li Yinghua would not have time to scold him when his son came back. Usually he would not dare to talk to his wife like this.

Zhang Yu put the suitcase aside, took off the T-shirt, exposed the strong upper body, sat down, and Zhang Haijun hurriedly turned the fan to the maximum.

Li Yinghua brought out a plate of fried meat and put it on the table, and blamed:

"You didn't tell me in advance, you didn't cook your meal at noon today, and your room wasn't cleaned either."

"It's okay, Mom, I'll just clean it up later, you don't know where to put my things." The smile on Zhang Yu's face never stopped.

After more than a year, he finally saw his parents again.

A few days ago, Butler University was finally on vacation. He left the apartment to Butler, returned to Chin a by plane, and only transferred from the Capital International Airport to Quancheng today.

After getting off the plane, he transferred to the bus and finally returned to Qidu.

After working hard all the way, Zhang Yuming realized a truth.

People really know how to cherish only when they lose it.

Life without high-speed rail is really too painful...

After the family had a happy meal, Li Yinghua quickly helped Zhang Yu clean up the room. .

Although Zhang Yu was not at home for a year, Li Yinghua often cleaned his room and dried the bedding every once in a while. The room was very clean and it was easy to tidy up.

In the evening, Zhang Yu took a bath, lay on the mattress that smelled of sunshine, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

He slept intermittently along the way, was not well rested, and was very tired.

"Ding...ding..."

But he only slept for less than four hours when he was woken up by the persistent ringing of his mobile phone.

"Hello? Who is it? Tell me something!" Zhang Yu touched the phone in a daze, and answered the phone impatiently.

"It's me, what's wrong with you, Ronan?" A very surprised voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

Zhang Yu opened his eyes slightly to see that it was Mark Baum calling.

"Mark, it's almost 2 o'clock in the morning!" Zhang Yu said angrily.

"Huh? Isn't it afternoon?"

"Brother, I just returned to Chin a today...what's the matter with you?" Zhang Yu said weakly.

"Have you been paying attention to the subprime market lately?" Mark Baum asked.

"no, what happened?"

Mark Baum said angrily:

"In recent months, the mortgage default rate has increased significantly, housing prices have begun to fall, and the subprime mortgage market has shown a trend of collapse, but those sons of bitches on Wall Street have tried every means to conceal the truth, and even released false information. Let the real estate market go all the way up again!"

"Goldman Sachs and Morgan Stanley even want to buy the CDS in my hand and lie to me that the real estate market is booming. They are fooling all the American people and making the real estate market bubble bigger and bigger!"