Chapter 7

For you, the old white-haired man shook his hands and reached into his pocket again. He bit his teeth and took out a wrinkled ten yuan and stuffed it into his hands with the seven yuan and five yuan that Boss He asked him.

Boss He was so scared that he couldn't even push it. Asked: What do you mean?

Brother, please take me to his house later. The white-haired old man begged

When Boss He saw that the old man was older than him and called himself elder brother, isn’t this obviously a reduction of my life!

Suddenly said: You can't do it, you can't do it

Brother, if you think it's too little, I'll go to the bank to check it out later. The salary should come. If the salary comes, I'll make up for you. One, a little bit. The white-haired old man kept in his pockets of his pants, and it took him a coin for a long time.

Boss He firmly stuffed the money back and said: Big brother, I don’t think you are rich, so you can keep the money for a good pound of meat and make a good tooth sacrifice. You come to this house in the evening. No matter what you are going to do, I will take you to the Han Bingjia, okay?

Boss He pointed to a three-story tube building next to him and said: Do you see that green curtain? It's my home there. Come again after dinner.

Had dinner? So late, the old white-haired man saw that Boss He looked a little uncomfortable and said: OK, OK, I'll come as soon as I've had supper

Just so happened that I went to the bookstore to buy that book... The old white-haired man muttered all the way, and said nothing to thank him, which made Boss He feel angry and funny. How could there be such an ignorant person?

But he's still alive so old

Hey, didn’t you pay the salary on the 5th? It’s already in the 20th day, why haven’t he paid the salary yet? Is he talking about next month? Boss He wondered

He Ling fryed a pork head meat, brought it in and placed it next to the peanuts, and then turned to serve the rice.

Boss He squinted his eyes and took a sip of Master Shao, stretched out his chopsticks and picked up pork head meat, and shouted: Lingling

He Ling responded, her eyes still staring at the TV

When will the exam be taken? Boss He asked

He Ling answered brittlely

Ah~, Boss He knocked on his head and didn't say anything

What's wrong? Is there anything wrong? He Ling knew that her father would never call him, so she had to ask herself on her own initiative

Ah, it's okay, it's okay Boss He stammers

All right? He Ling asked another question

It's okay, it's okay. Boss He still knows that things are serious and the main and secondary. It's not too late to talk about He Ling's exam tomorrow. The little troublesome thing is that he doesn't have a good excuse to go to the Korean worker's house.

I was really fine and I went into the house to review my homework. He Ling cleaned her bowl, put down her chopsticks and said: After eating, I will ask me, I will wash the dishes.

OK, OK, come into the house to read the book. When Boss He saw her leaving, he felt relieved and took a deep sip of wine. He thought to himself: Why haven't the old man come yet? He is almost finished watching "News Broadcast"

After drinking a bottle of wine, the ending of "Focus Interview" was finished, and only then did someone shout at the foot of the building: Boss, are you here, the boss who sells rice noodles?

Boss He was so angry that you were not here, so he fell on the chair and was too lazy to pay attention to it

Dad, someone is calling you! He Ling walked out and said

Boss He stood up in a hurry and shouted to the window: You, here, I'm here, you can wait at the foot of the building, and I'll come down.

I was about to go down with a pair of slippers, but when I walked to the door, I hesitated again, kicked off the slippers, changed to a pair of plastic sandals, and went downstairs with a trumpet

Dingdong, Dingdong

Han Bing happened to be lying under the desk lamp to do math problems. When he heard the doorbell, he stood up and said: Dad is back

Mom shook her head and said: Your dad won't go home until 12 o'clock. Bingbing, please see who it is in the eyes of the cat, and then tell me

Han Bing lay on the cat's eyes and looked at it for a long time, saying: It seems that it is Boss He who sells rice noodles.

Hey, why did you come to the book soon? Mom got up and said: You open the door, I'll go make tea

Hello Uncle He, Hello Grandpa. Han Bing opened the door and found the white-haired old man hiding behind Boss He. He politely said hello one by one

Bingbing, Sister Zhang. The white-haired old man followed Boss He and said hello like Boss He. But his mother was so shocked that she didn't know what to do. An old man in his seventies or eighties actually called him Sister Zhang, which really made her depressed

Is there anything wrong with this old man? When my mother saw the two of you entering the house, you looked at me, and I didn't even speak at you, and asked.

It's like this. The old white-haired man pulled out a book rolled into a stick in his pants and handed it over

"Ball Sports Basketball" Mom said after unfolding

This is what I wrote. The old man with white hair said, straightening his waist and his eyes also gave a striking look.

Editor-in-chief: Xie Tieniu, your name is Xie Tieniu? Mom turned to the second page and asked

No, the white-haired old man said a little embarrassedly

My mother looked down again. The names of the two people were written in the deputy editor-in-chief's position, so she asked tentatively: Are you old surname Xie or Liu?

The white-haired old man's face suddenly turned red. He walked to his mother, pointed to one of the editorial board names and said: Pang, Pang Ji

oh oh

Mom looked carefully and asked: Mr. Pang, is there anything you have to do when you come to our house?

Pang Ji said excitedly: I am a senior basketball coach at Shanghai Sports College

Mom glanced at the book, and the home page signed: Beijing Sports University Press, no wonder you ranked so low

I, the Pang Jiao, have been playing basketball all my life. It was the first time I met your son with such a good potential. Pang Ji started to talk more and more and more, and he became more and more aware of it.

Isn't Yao Ming from Shanghai? Although my mother doesn't care much about national affairs, Yao Ming still knows it. People say: Three men in Shanghai, Yao Ming, Liu Xiang and Chang Hao

Alas, poor in the eight million women in Shanghai

Alas, I've been a mistake and regretted forever. Pang Ji showed a painful expression. He hung his head deeply and lifted it up again, and was filled with tears. He said: When Yao Ming was eight years old, his mother brought him to me. I looked at it and felt that he was tall, long hands and feet, and had good flexibility. He was a good seedling. It was just a shortcoming. My butt was a little bigger, and I thought it would affect his balance, so I didn't collect it. Who knew that his butt became bigger and better, and his skills became better. After I carefully studied the NBA, I found that we were wrong in choosing seedlings. The smaller the butt, the better, but the bigger the better. Look at how big O'Neal's butt is? Yao Ming is less than half of him, so his achievements are smaller than him. If his butt is a little bigger, a little bit, it's enough.

Is that right? Mom quickly said to the Korean soldier: Stand up

Han Bing stood up and faced his mother

Mom said dissatisfiedly: Let's go around, take a look at it two times

Han Bing turned around twice with blushing face

Mom said suspiciously: Not very big?

Pang Ji said happily: Enough, enough, although it is not as good as O'Neal, it is much bigger than Yao Ming.

Really? Mom is very happy, don’t be stronger than Yao Ming. I thank God for the ancestral tomb for being opened and demolished by half of him.

So, how much does the training fee do you want? Mom was careful. The old man in front of me was talking a lot, not a money-filled liar.

How could I ask for your money? You have cultivated such talents for the country, and I can't even thank you for it. Pang Ji was so happy that he couldn't hold on to his mouth when he saw his mother preparing to agree.

Are you going to take him to Shanghai to practice? Mom is reluctant to let go of her son whom she just got. If there is a trace of her son, she will all be strangled in the cradle.

Shanghai? Pang Ji's face changed. He picked up the disposable cup and drank it. He said: I don't know this yet. After all, I will take your son to practice first.

That's good, that's good. Mom is also relieved.

Since Sister Zhang has no objection and Pang Jiao also thinks it is appropriate, then Bingbing will teach basketball with Pang tomorrow. Boss He stood up and sat next to him and listened for a night. He was very happy about Han Bing learning basketball. I hope Han Bing can get out of that incident and his daughter can also erase the psychological shadow that has always been there. The college entrance examination will be next year. I hope it will be of some help to my daughter's future.

Then let's make it this way. Bingbing, you come to Jiangnan Track and Field at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. Pang Ji stood up and reached out to shake hands with his mother. He didn't look like he was usually nervous.

As soon as the host and guest walked to the door, they heard the door ringing. The Korean worker opened the door and came in.

Mom hurriedly greeted: Lao Han, this is Pang Jiao, a senior basketball coach at Shanghai Sports College.

The Korean worker looked up and down. The old man with white hair, wrinkles on his face, and a blue coaching uniform with a white hair that was washed with white hair, faintly heard a stinking smell of sweat. He frowned and asked his mother: What's wrong with him?

When my mother heard her husband's tone, she knew what the Korean worker was suspicious and explained: Coach Pang said that our son is a good seedling for learning basketball and wanted to teach Bingbing to play basketball.

How much does it cost? Korean worker asked coldly, he had seen many scams. He also came to a university after the college entrance examination last year. He claimed that he could be arranged to go to a prestigious university. There was no problem with the score, as long as he had enough money, he cheated hundreds of thousands of dollars and ran away.

How could you say that Pang Cult! Mom was a little angry and said: People tutor Bingbing is free, don’t even have a penny. Mom is angry that Korean workers don’t believe in their judgment.

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Korean workers don't comment

Last year, the professor didn't want money, pretended to be aloof and said he was just helping everyone. Finally, when he ran away, how many people cried and said that he had cheated on him.