When he came out of his colleagues again, it was completely dark. After seeing off the two big guys, Jiang Lai sighed, today... I can't buy Shen Dacheng's cakes.

I drove back to my home, planning to go to Uncle Zhang and ask if there was anything I could use as a thank-you gift for the girl.

"A thank-you gift for a girl?" Uncle Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up, "Ah... young master, who is it for? What is his profession?"

"Occupation?" Jiang Lai thought for a moment, "Teacher, he should be an English teacher."

"Oh! Teacher!" Uncle Zhang quickly excluded him from the Jiang family's network, "Or? A pen?"

"No, it's too formal." Jiang Lai shook his head. Indeed, the pen was still too formal. What's more, Lin Wan was not the kind of person who seemed to be missing a pen.

"Then..." The next second, Uncle Zhang changed his words, "Ms. Lin likes to eat cakes, but is it too light to give cakes as a gift?"

"Will it?" Jiang Lai answered subconsciously, then realized the change in Uncle Zhang's title and widened his eyes, "Uncle Zhang! How did you guess it?"

"I went to Lin's house before, and the gift I brought was cake dumplings from Shen Dacheng's family. You went there again before, and you brought cake dumplings... You sent Dr. Lin and the others home last night, plus... Miss Lin

He happens to be an English teacher at Qingxin Girls' Middle School." Uncle Zhang coughed lightly and said with a smile.

Only then did Jiang Lai feel, Damn it, there are no ordinary people in his family! Everyone is a big boss! Isn’t his father the one who hides the deepest?

With Uncle Zhang's ability, he can do anything he wants! He just wants to be a manager at home...

"So, Master, why don't you give me perfume, lipstick or a handbag?" Because the other party is a girl, Uncle Zhang followed the trend when choosing gifts.

Jiang Lai was silent. Isn't it too close to give him perfume, lipstick or something? In his two lifetimes, he had never given lipstick or anything to a girl. He was already dazzled by the differences in color numbers.

"Forget it, Uncle Zhang, I'll think about it myself. You can prepare a cake for me tomorrow." Jiang Lai felt that he still couldn't ask Uncle Zhang, otherwise Uncle Zhang would always think in another direction.

"Okay. In this case, I will ask the old lady later and give you a suggestion tomorrow morning? Or, young master, how much gift do you want to give? Are the pastries really enough?"

…

Only pastries, of course, are not enough.

For Jiang Lai, the notebook given by Lin Wan was like a beam of light in the dark night, making him understand that although the night was long, dawn would eventually come.

Because there are countless brave men on this road.

Back in the room, sitting at the desk, Jiang Lai opened the small book again, looked at the words on it, sighed, and started to write the English translation. No matter what the thank you gift was, there was always something to write in English.

.

Then, he suddenly saw a small box on the desk. He remembered that it was a thank-you gift that Mr. Smith said he must give to him when he came to visit. Later, because he was too busy, he forgot about it.

So...this box seemed to have been sitting on his desk for several days.

Putting down the pen, he took the box and looked at it carefully. The wooden square box was about the size of two palms. It was not fancy in appearance, even very simple. When he opened it, he saw lying inside was a bigger than Jiang Jikai's gift to him.

A more exquisite pistol with a silver-plated grip and patterns.

Of course, it is larger than the one Jiang Ji sent. There is a spare magazine next to it, and there are a hundred rounds of bullets lying neatly.

Jiang Lai was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Smith would give him a gun. Does this mean that... this gentleman even wants to do more business with their family?

And not just medicines?

So, why their home?

His brows furrowed quickly, and Jiang Lai exhaled. There were some things that he always felt were not simple, but he couldn't explain them. He didn't know what was not simple, and he couldn't figure them out, so he stopped thinking about them.

Then, he thought about the gift he wanted to give to Lin Wan... and remembered the black hair ball he found on the rooftop that day... He seemed to think that this gun would find a suitable owner.

Lin Wan's identity is by no means simple.

That's right, putting aside the halo he had for Lin Wan these days, Jiang Lai began to think about what happened on the day Gu Lin died.

The other patients were all serious people who came to see the doctor when they were feeling unwell. Only Lin Wan... she clearly had a medical problem but she came to see the surgery. This was because she wanted to get an alibi. Or maybe her actions that day were just too much.

At the moment, she didn't have an escape route planned, so she was confident that she could survive the patrol's questioning.

Coupled with the hair ball in the black sweater, Lin Wan's possibility was at least 90%. Then, Jiang Lai chuckled, a girl who hides so deeply is quite interesting.

If it is true, then this gun will definitely be loved by Lin Wan.

Well, let’s try it.

…

The next day, Saturday, Jiang came to rest.

I had breakfast with my dad and told him that Smith gave him a gun.

"He gave you a gun?" Jiang Yunting frowned immediately, "Is there a gun in that box?"

"Yes." Jiang Lai nodded, "It should be a 1935 Browning. The handle is silver-plated and there is an inscription of J Inglis on the bottom. It is most likely that it was specially produced for gifts."

"Let me see, let me see!" Jiang Jikai became curious, "Where is it?"

Soldiers have always had a special love for guns, not to mention that although he can get a 1935 Browning, he can't get the silver-plated one as a gift.

"I lost it..." Jiang Lai didn't want the gun to go into his brother's pocket. He had to test Lin Wan's identity.

Jiang Jikai:???

"No, why did you lose such a good gun?" Jiang Jikai said that Jiang Lai was simply unreasonable. "Do you know how difficult it is to make a good gun? If it is really the 1935 type, then it has high accuracy, high ammunition capacity, and can be used by individual soldiers.

The firepower is very strong! Lost it...where did you lose it!"

Jiang Jikai is really anxious!

It would be fine if Jiang Lai kept it or used it for himself, but if he just said he lost it... that would be too dangerous.

"Okay, I'm useful." Jiang Lai changed his words because he was afraid that Jiang Jikai would hit him.

"Okay, I'll go visit Mr. Smith later." Jiang Yunting said and looked at Jiang Lai, "Do you have any advice?"

"Actually, I have a plan to help take care of Mr. Smith's health..." Jiang Lai thought for a moment, and then said, "I'll sort it out when the time comes. Dad, take it with you. If Mr. Smith is interested, you can ask him to come directly to the hospital.

I."

"Okay." Jiang Yunting said yes. Smith sent a gun to Jiang Lai. The meaning of this is self-evident. This foreigner is indeed quite interesting. "By the way, are you going out today?"

"I have to go out if I have something to do." Jiang Lai replied.

"Okay, pick out your best man's clothes carefully, your brother's wedding is coming soon."

"Ok, I know."
Chapter completed!