Chapter 1672

"Who?" Yingying was organizing her backpack and asked curiously when she heard her mother's words.

Huang Mingxia shook her head: "Nothing, it's not early, you go to sleep quickly."

"What time is it, I can't sleep."

Yingying took out a copy of "Green Grass by the River" from her bag and leaned against the bed to read it.

Huang Mingxia shook her head helplessly and continued to read the newspaper.

Then her heart was shaken; Zhou Andong actually raised more than 30 million in donations and 9 million in supplies to the disaster area.

And just the Yugong Group and its subsidiaries, as well as executives and employees, donated more than 20 million in donations and 6 million in supplies.

The rest were donated by 365 Furniture, Red Star Winery, and Qin Chi Wine Industry.

Ali lacked medicine, and Zhou Andong personally wanted to donate to build a hospital.

Huang Mingxia raised her head and stared blankly at the ceiling, motionless.

"Mom!" Yingying noticed her mother's abnormality: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Huang Mingxia came back to her senses and continued to read the newspaper.

Yingying put down the book in her hand and sat up: "You wouldn't be thinking about my dad, would you?"

"Why would I think about him?" Huang Mingxia said shamefully: "In his heart, work is much more important than us."

"Insincere." Yingying curled her lips: "Every time my dad calls back, you rush to answer."

Huang Mingxia snorted: "Long-distance calls are so expensive, and you talk for more than ten minutes every time. He works in Ali, and his salary is not much to begin with. If it's all spent on phone bills, I'm afraid he'll starve to death."

Yingying laughed: "My dad doesn't spend money to call, your excuse is so bad."

"Xu Ying!" Huang Mingxia's face sank: "Continue reading your book, if you don't want to read it, then go to sleep."

"I'm reading." Xu Ying lay down and picked up the book to continue reading, just occasionally observing her mother with the corner of her eye.

Huang Mingxia lowered her head and continued to read the newspaper; below was another photo, three people, and their names below.

Yugong Group Chairman Zhou Andong, Ali Prefectural Committee Secretary Kong, and Ali Prefectural Committee Deputy Secretary Xu Sheng.

The background was a wasteland, and the article stated that Zhou Andong wanted to invest 200 million to build a bottling base in Ali.

After Huang Mingxia finished reading this news, her eyes fell on that photo again, looking at Xu Sheng, with an inseparable longing in her eyes.

Just when her thoughts were drifting again, her daughter's voice came to her ears.

"If you miss him, go to Ali to find him."

Huang Mingxia was startled and said feignedly: "He has been gone for seven years and has never come back once. The aid-Tibet mission ended, and he still submitted a report to continue staying there, proving that he doesn't have us in his heart at all."

Xu Ying curled her lips: "If he didn't have you in his heart, with that little salary every month, could he still remit it to you?"

"That's your child support." Huang Mingxia glared: "Sleep."

"I'm eighteen already, and I remitted my salary to you last month."

Xu Ying muttered, stopped reading, lay down, and went to sleep.

Huang Mingxia was also in no mood to read the newspaper anymore and lay down as well.

The train was rumbling, and the originally noisy carriage became quiet.

But soon, the sounds of snoring, teeth grinding, smacking lips, and talking in sleep entered Huang Mingxia's ears.

She couldn't sleep to begin with, and now she couldn't sleep at all. Just when she was about to get up to drink some water.

She heard movement from the opposite bed, followed by the sound of flipping newspapers entering her ears. She opened her eyes and saw her daughter sneakily flipping through the newspaper.

"You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you reading the newspaper for?"

"Oh!" Xu Ying was startled, patted her chest and said: "Mom, do you want to scare me to death?"

Huang Mingxia said amusingly: "If you don't do anything wrong, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm reading a newspaper, how is that wrong." Xu Ying rolled her eyes: "When summer vacation comes, I'll go to Ali to find my dad, whether you go or not."

Huang Mingxia didn't speak. Three years ago, Xu Sheng's term in Ali expired and he didn't come back, but chose to continue staying there.

The important thing was that he made the decision without discussing it with her, so she divorced him without hesitation.

It was just that when her anger subsided and she calmed down, she regretted it, but women are all concerned about face.

Xu Sheng hadn't come back for more than three years, hadn't said a word of apology to her on the phone, and hadn't revealed any intention of remarrying.

Gradually, the anger in Huang Mingxia's stomach rose again.

You don't apologize to me, and you want me, a woman, to talk to you about remarrying first?

"I'm going to sleep." Xu Ying turned over and lay down: "It's already past midnight, don't let your imagination run wild, go to sleep early."

Huang Mingxia looked at her daughter, her mood very complex. When she divorced her father, she was not yet sixteen.

Before telling her, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to accept it and was worried to death.

But she never expected that after telling her, she just waved her hand and said, "Do whatever you want."

For the past three years, she has been able to eat and drink, laughing and joking all day long.

She studied very hard, and she didn't miss any activities at school.

But as a mother, Huang Mingxia could still feel that the child had things on her mind and was not as cheerful as she looked.

Huang Mingxia sighed secretly. Just when she was about to lie down and sleep, a woman's shout suddenly came from next door.

"Playing the hooligan, playing the hooligan, everyone come and see."

This shout woke everyone up, whether they were asleep or not.

Huang Mingxia poked her head out and saw the woman Zhou Andong suspected of being a thief being grabbed by the wrist by a tall and strong man, and the woman was holding a stack of brand-new hundred-yuan bills in her hand.

Zhou Andong was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, playing with a metal lighter in his hand, which looked very beautiful and should be an imported product.

And the man who was with the woman was standing in the aisle, watching this scene coldly.

Zhou Andong looked at the man with a smile, and then said to the woman.

"Shout louder, so I don't have to go find the train police."

"Stinky hooligan, let go of me, let go of me quickly."

The woman struggled desperately, cursing "stinky hooligan," but her voice was much weaker, appearing very guilty.

The man frowned and said coldly: "Little brother, what do you mean by this?"

"Don't you have any idea what you've done?" Zhou Andong chuckled: "Put the money down, and I'll pretend nothing happened."

"Put down the money?" The man's short eyebrows raised: "Kid, do you know what you're saying? Your current behavior is robbery. This 10,000 yuan is enough to get you shot.

Let the person go, and I'll pretend nothing happened. If you wait for the police to come, it will be too late if you want to let the person go."

The woman's eyes lit up, and her momentum suddenly increased: "Stinky hooligan, robbery is one thing, but you're also touching people everywhere. I advise you to let me go quickly, otherwise, just wait to eat a bullet."

"Oh!" Zhou Andong said "oh," struck the lighter, and lit the cigarette: "Then let's wait for the train police to come and see who eats a bullet."

(In the 1990s, you could smoke in the carriage. Even now, you can smoke at the connection of some green-skinned trains.)