Chapter 919: Trip to Beidu (4)
Although he might be a distinguished guest, Wu Guoqun couldn’t help feeling a bit uneasy at the sight of this person.
The driver seemed quite used to this and introduced him to Wu Guoqun, saying, "Captain Wu, this is our young master; you can just call him Young Master Duan."
"Hello, Young Master Duan," Wu Guoqun said politely, despite feeling uncomfortable, and stretched out his hands, but the other party had no intention of shaking hands and instead furrowed his brows as he looked past him at the small flat house.
Wu Guoqun’s house was not a multi-story building but a small flat house. It was built earlier than Ruan Jianguo’s apartment building and had been lived in for several years. The unpainted red bricks had turned green with moss due to the frequent wet and rainy winter weather, and when the moss died in winter, the bricks darkened, looking particularly dirty. However, Ma Huanxi was a diligent daughter-in-law, keeping the inside of the house very clean.
Seeing that Young Master Duan did not extend his hand, Wu Guoqun could only awkwardly retract his own, rubbed it on his body, and upon seeing Young Master Duan looking at the house behind him, he said, "It’s cold out. If you have any matters, it would be better to talk inside." Then he turned his head and instructed Ma Huanxi to boil some water and prepare some tea.
But as soon as Ma Huanxi turned around, the man frowned and refused, not bothering to hide the disgust in his eyes: "No need, let’s just talk here." He even took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his hands, as if he found even the air to be filthy.
Wu Guoqun was not someone who hadn’t seen the world before. He had traveled out of the province in earlier years, followed superiors on inspections to some advanced villages, and had attended a few conferences called by higher-ups in the province. He might not have met many people, but he had seen all sorts.
Yet this Young Master Duan in front of him... truly broadened his horizons.
With the guest disdaining to enter the dirty house, Wu Guoqun could only accompany him, speaking in the cold wind, and this Mr. Duan clearly felt too proud to talk, having only spoken the words refusing to enter the house from beginning to end, with all other communication coming from his driver.
When Wu Guoqun heard the driver explaining the purpose of their visit, he looked at Mr. Duan behind him with some surprise.