Rebirth 1981: Kick your scumbag wife away and become rich instantly

However, he couldn't let him think too much about many things. Anyway, he just wanted to take care of things as they came, and he just wanted to finish delivering this letter and go back as soon as possible.

After all, in Zhao Shanhe's eyes, nothing is more important than making money.There is a big business at home waiting for me to go back and handle it.

"Hello, my name is Ding Hongyi, and I am Mr. Han's secretary. Are you really the grandson of Zhao Changchuan from Ancheng?"

Just when Zhao Shanhe felt that this place was too depressing, he saw a middle-aged man wearing glasses walking out quickly and asked when he saw him.

"This is my letter of introduction!"

Zhao Shanhe saw that although Ding Hongyi was gentle and elegant, he had a strong aura, so Zhao Shanhe quickly took out the letter of introduction.

After all, there were no ID cards in those days.

"Please come with me."

Ding Hongyi, who had read the letter of introduction, nodded slightly to Zhao Shanhe, and then motioned for him to follow him to the study...

Han Xun, who had just finished taking a nap, was writing some ink in the study when he heard footsteps behind him. He looked up and saw secretary Ding Hongyi walking in with Zhao Shanhe. He suddenly lost consciousness and the brush in his hand dropped with a "pop" sound. On rice paper.

"You...are you Zhao Changchuan's son or grandson?"

Zhao Shanhe originally looked like his grandfather. When Han Xun suddenly saw Zhao Shanhe just now, he thought that time had traveled back to the prosperous days of the past.

However, Han Xun quickly regained his composure and pointed at Zhao Shanhe and asked.

"I am the grandson of Zhao Changchuan, and my name is Zhao Shanhe."

After Zhao Shanhe saw Han Xun, although he was not sure whether he was the person he was looking for, he thought it was this old man.

"Young man, this is our Mr. Han."

After following Han Xun for so many years, Ding Hongyi had never seen Han Xun in such an unstable state, so he quickly introduced it to his leader.

"Yeah, I really look like your grandpa. The unruly energy in you is exactly the same as your grandpa when he was young."

Han Xun looked at Zhao Shanhe, who was wearing a black woolen coat and a blue tunic suit underneath. The snow-white shirt collar set off the tall and handsome figure, but the unruly look between his eyebrows could not be concealed at all.

Although Zhao Shanhe tried his best to be very humble.

Looking at the white-haired old man in front of him, he looked thin but felt quite strong. Especially his calm aura and sharp eyes made Zhao Shanhe lower his head unconsciously.

Even if he was confused, seeing Han Xun's surprised and excited expression, he could basically conclude that the old man and his grandfather had a deep connection.

"How is your grandpa's health now? Now he even dares not to reply to the letters I wrote. He is really unorganized and undisciplined!"

At this time, Han Xun returned to his mahogany Taishi chair and sat down. Then he casually waved Zhao Shanhe to sit down as well, and then asked about Zhao Changchuan.

Everyone is a person of faith, especially for the soldiers he single-handedly led. Of course Han Xun believed that there must be a reason why Zhao Changchuan did not reply to his letter, but his habit of strong style made him not angry and self-defeating.

"My grandfather...he...passed away..."

When Zhao Shanhe heard Han Xun ask about his grandfather, he immediately felt sad. He thought that because he went to the countryside to become an educated youth, he did not send his grandfather off for the last journey. He suddenly felt extremely sad and his voice became choked up.

"What did you say?"

When he suddenly heard the news that Zhao Changchuan had passed away, he saw Han Xun's body suddenly shaken. He thought that his good brother who had taken a bullet for him had passed away, and he suddenly felt unacceptable.

"Chief, please... express your condolences!"

Ding Hongyi didn't expect that the leader would be so affectionate and loyal to his former subordinate, so he quickly stepped forward and stood behind Han Xun to comfort him.

"Please express your condolences. This is a letter my grandfather wrote to you before he died. He specifically asked me to come here before the winter solstice and give the letter to you..."

Han Xun's sad expression was noticed by Zhao Shanhe. Even with his feet, he could guess that the old man and his grandfather must have a special relationship.

A feeling of intimacy suddenly arose in her heart. She took out the letter from her grandfather and handed it to Han Xun respectfully with both hands. However, Ding Hongyi took it and opened it with his own hands, pulled out the letter inside, and then handed it to Han Xun.

Han Xun held the letter with trembling hands, then put on his glasses and read it carefully. The old man couldn't help but shed tears when he read the contents of the letter.

It makes me feel even worse when I think of my former subordinates who, even on their deathbed, still remember their 80th birthday on the winter solstice.

Of course, Zhao Shanhe didn't know what the content of the letter was, but when he saw Han Xun's expression, he felt very curious.

"Have you not read this letter?"

"I haven't seen it."

After hearing Zhao Shanhe's reply, Han Xun read the letter several times. Thinking of his old subordinates who were now passing away one after another, and recalling the scenes of bloody killings of enemies on the battlefield, Han Xun couldn't help but feel increasingly sad.

"Child, sit down and speak slowly..."

The old man gently rubbed the belated letter with his hand, thinking that Zhao Changchuan was still caring about his body when he was dying, but now they are separated forever, and his eyes gradually softened when he saw Zhao Shanhe again.

"I... better stand."

Zhao Shanhe looked at the octogenarian old man in front of him, and missed his grandfather even more. He knew that there must be many stories between his grandfather and Han Xun, but if he could hear these past stories about his grandfather, it would be quite exciting for him, and he could definitely say Luxurious enough.

After listening to Han Xun briefly talk about some long-lasting past events, Zhao Shanhe considered whether he should consider going back since he had delivered the letter. After all, the biggest thing was making money.

But just when Zhao Shanhe was about to say goodbye, Han Xun spoke again, "Shanhe, you may not know that I gave you your name back then. Although your grandfather is no longer here, starting from today I am just like your grandfather."

Ding Hongyi never expected that the old leader would actually say these words. Thinking of the many people who wanted to be disciples of Mr. Han over the years, the old man never wanted to accept any disciples.

The young man in front of me now is really lucky.

While envious, Ding Hongyi quickly poured a cup of tea for Zhao Shanhe and brought it over, and then said to Zhao Shanhe:

"Since the chief asked you to sit down, you should sit down first and don't be restrained."

"Thank you leader."

Zhao Shanhe knew that it would be inappropriate for him to say goodbye immediately, so he took the tea cup with both hands and sat down politely.

"Son, tell me about your grandfather. Just say whatever you want."

Han Xun, who had long been accustomed to seeing life and death, finally put down the letter in his hand, then greeted Zhao Shanhe cordially and sat next to him.

Looking at the highly similar faces of Zhao Shanhe and Zhao Changchuan, Han Xun once again felt infinite emotion, thinking about the impermanence of the world.

If he hadn't been locked up in the bullpen for years under review, he might have had a chance to meet his old friend in this life.