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Chapter 325 The Blind Date That Ended Without Disease

In the early morning, the curtains shook slightly, and a faint breeze blew in. Chen Zhao closed his eyes, and scratched lightly to the sides, wanting to experience "an old man chatting with a teenager", but it was a pity that he missed it.

He was slightly taken aback, and opened his eyes, only to see that the familiar environment had changed.

well, it's not...

Yes, this is his house in Beijing in the real world.

He was startled, and stood up with a strong sense of discomfort, and then an electric current slowly flowed through his body, and his brain gradually entered a dream state.

When he came back to his senses, Xiangjiang's police career was slowly pressed in the deepest part of his heart, and the memory of real life was clear again. He got up and put on his clothes, walked to the balcony of the bedroom with a glass of water, and sat on the wicker chair to admire Beijing night scene.

Overlooking the night market from the high-rise buildings, you can see the high-rise buildings in the distance, and the roads are as dazzling as ribbons. The continuous traffic on the roads brings vitality to the quiet wild view.

Chen Zhao took a sip of water, looked up and saw a rare bright moon hanging in the dark blue night sky, white and clean, like a big disk.

Not only that, but there are countless stars inlaid in the sky like gems, shining brightly.

He has been in the capital for a long time, and he has rarely seen such a clean night. He couldn't help feeling relieved, drank the water, and then went to the bar in the living room, opened a bottle of red wine, and returned to the bedroom when it was half full. On the balcony, facing the bright moon in the sky, I planned to be arty, recite a poem about the bright moon, and then sip red wine.

Holding the wine glass, he thought for a long time in his mind, and smacked his lips again, but he couldn't even think of a line of poetry.

Am I not a person with super understanding, super physique, and peerless internal strength?

I have read so many books, why can’t I remember a poem about the bright moon?

Hey, I also blame myself for reading books on technology, engineering, and finance, and I don't know anything about Chinese studies, so that I can't even be arty.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhao felt slightly depressed and drained the red wine in his glass. At the same time, he lost interest in admiring the moon and prepared to go back to bed.

At this moment, the mechanical sound of the system sounded:
"You have successfully changed the life trajectory of more than a hundred Xiangjiang policemen, and became the chief of the police department. After completing this task, you have gained 30 points of merit and have met the conditions for system upgrade. May I ask if the host has been upgraded? During the system upgrade period , suspending the task distribution, the upgrade completion time is unknown..."

If the system is upgraded, I can stay in real life and enjoy life for a long time?
What if you disagree?
It's useless to disagree, because the system doesn't have this option at all.

That being the case, Chen Zhao chose not to upgrade.

……

After waking up and having breakfast, Chen Zhao took out the annual card issued in the capital library, intending to study hard.

Read more books on Chinese studies, and the provincial arty will lose interest.

"Azhao, wait a minute."

Father stopped him.

"Oh? Dad, are you okay?" Chen Zhao was slightly puzzled.

During this period of time in the capital, my father lived a very carefree life. He got up every day and went to the nearby park to exercise. After breakfast, he would go out with the boss and accompany the old lady. The matter of Chen Guzi's rotten pockmarks can be described as an unprecedented relaxation.

"Tomorrow weekend, your Uncle Dezhi will be on vacation for two days. He plans to come to the capital to see how his niece is doing. I'll ask him to come and sit. Then you don't want to go out." Father said.

"Is Uncle Dezhi coming alone, or his whole family?" Chen Zhao asked casually.

"He came to the capital alone. Since he was visiting his niece, of course he brought her with him. His niece is from our neighboring village. She is now studying correspondence at a key university in the capital. You young people are all in the capital, so we have a care together. said the father.

"Oh, I see. Then I'll hire a western chef tomorrow. Let's eat western food. Western food looks western." Chen Zhao smiled.

My father's good friend brought his niece to visit, and the meaning was self-explanatory.

Isn't it blind date?

It seems that he is eager to embrace grandchildren again.

It's just this blind date!
Hehe, of course Chen Zhao would not tell his father that this Yang Wenjing was actually his bed friend.

If he dared to say that, where would he put the faces of the two elders?
Anyway, it's a small scene, so it's not difficult to deal with.

"Western food? How do you eat it? Let's make a table." My father was conservative and instinctively expressed his opposition.

"It's okay, it's nothing more than a knife and a fork in one hand, and they are all put in the mouth to eat, but it's just a fresh one."

Chen Zhao waved his hand, and continued: "It's the same sentence, I won't be back at noon, you guys cook something delicious."

"Okay." Father nodded.

Chen Zhao left home and went to the capital library to read.

A day passed by, and at night, Chen Zhao took the three elderly people to a nearby high-end clothing store and bought some suitable clothes for everyone in the family.

Chen Zhao has been a constitutional committee-level management sir in Xiangjiang for many years. Among other things, his taste in life, whether it is clothing or furniture, is first-class.

So every piece of clothing he chose was extremely well-tailored, exquisitely crafted, and made of extremely expensive fabrics. Seeing Chen Zhao swiping his card without blinking, as if there were no zeros in front of the decimal point, the staff's eyes lit up. peach blossom.

The next morning, after Chen Zhao arranged for the western food chef, he drove to pick up the chef.

"Uncle Dezhi, I'm here to pick you up." Chen Zhao got out of the car and said with a smile.

"Let's go to your house as a guest, just take the bus by yourself, and you will pick us up." Uncle Dezhi said politely.

"That's right. They are all away from home. It's good to save a few steps. Get in the car." After Chen Zhao finished speaking, he glanced at Yang Wenjing who was behind Uncle Dezhi, and nodded.

After all, on the surface, the two met each other, so they were considered acquaintances.

Yang Wenjing was dressed casually, her face was as white as jade, and she looked very energetic. She smiled at Chen Zhao and said, "Brother A Zhao."

Chen Zhao smiled and said, "Get in the car."

As he said that, he opened the car door for her.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Dezhi was secretly delighted.

I have to say that when Uncle Dezhi came to the city this time, he really had the idea of ​​helping his niece Yang Wenjing on a blind date.

Originally, Yang Wenjing came to the capital to work with Uncle Dezhi, but after only a few months, the little girl left the factory and went to the city to find a job.

Uncle Dezhi immediately told Yang Wenjing's parents.

However, good news soon came from Yang Wenjing. She found a good job. Although the salary was not high, the work was not too busy. She also seized the opportunity to apply for a correspondence course at a key university in Beijing.

My parents didn't believe me at first.

Your girl, who is considered pretty, is so lucky. Once you enter the city, you can find a good job and apply for a correspondence course.

You won't be ... by someone, right?
(End of this chapter)