Yang Jun was mentally and mentally prepared to see Zhong Yuemin, but when he saw him, he was still shocked by his greatly changed appearance.

Zhong Yuemin, who used to be about the same age as himself, is now as old as a sixty-year-old man, with an unkempt beard and a stooped waist. He looks timid and his eyes are constantly dodging.

This appearance was very different from Yang Jun's impression. The original high-spirited and domineering Zhong Yuemin could no longer be seen. Instead, he was replaced by Zhong Yuemin who was as timid as a mouse walking on thin ice.

"Brother Junzi."

Zhong Yuemin stood there, his hands hanging down, like a pacesetter, his attitude was respectful, and his voice was mixed with a little fear.

Yang Jun looked at him blankly.

Half a while passed.

Yang Jun stood up, walked up to him, looked him up and down, then patted his shoulder.

"Yuemin, come out."

Then she took his hand and said, "Relax, don't be so nervous."

"Brother Junzi, I...I'm not nervous."

Zhong Yuemin said he was not nervous, but he was extremely nervous.

Especially the coercion that Yang Jun had developed over the years made him unable to breathe.

"Sit down, don't be restrained."

Yang Jun sat back on the wicker chair and poured him a cup of tea.

Hearing this, Zhong Yuemin sat on the small bench next to him in a restrained manner, with his back straight and motionless like a primary school student who had made a mistake. This appearance was no different from the one inside.

When Yang Jun saw this, he shook his head secretly.

He also no longer tried to let him relax. He also knew that people who had just come out of it were like this. I was afraid that it would take a few years for the effects to be eliminated, and some of them would even be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Yang Jun guessed that this guy must have suffered a lot of grievances inside, otherwise he would be like this.

"Brother Junzi... No, big boss, I am here just hoping to find something to do under your command."

Zhong Yuemin said restrainedly: "As you know, I just came out, I don't have any skills, and my family... doesn't want to see me. I really have no place to go, so I have no choice but to come to you."

When Yang Jun heard this, he waved his hand and said, "It's easy to talk about work. I'll arrange it for you later."

"Thank you...big leader."

When Zhong Yuemin heard this, his face was full of excitement. He bowed and thanked him, and he sat there feeling uneasy.

"Okay, don't talk about being a big leader, just call me Brother Jun as before," Yang Jun said.

"Don't dare, don't dare." Zhong Yuemin said repeatedly.

"Whatever you want."

When Yang Jun saw this, he did not force it. He knew that it would take at least half a year for Zhong Yuemin to recover from this situation.

Yang Jun sighed, it would be great if his younger brother Yang Huai could be like Zhong Yuemin. Yang Huai had entered the palace for the second time, but he didn't have that sense of awe at all. I'm afraid this was due to himself. If Yang Jun hadn't said hello, Yang Huai

Life inside can't be so comfortable.

It seems that Yang Jun feels the need to say hello again.

"Do you have a place to live now?" Yang Jun asked.

"Not yet, I...I live in a train station now, sometimes in parks and under bridges...I don't have a fixed place anyway, I just need a place to sleep."

When Yang Jun heard this, he sighed and looked at him again.

Although Zhong Yuemin wore relatively clean clothes, the dirt and wrinkles on them could still be seen. It seemed that this clothes should be his most decent clothes.

Yang Jun sighed. He didn't expect that Zhong Shanyue was so cruel that he ignored his own son. If it were him, he would definitely not be able to sit idly by.

"You kid...forget it."

Yang Jun originally wanted to teach him a lesson, but seeing his timid appearance, he couldn't bear to say it.

"Zhaocai, go get 10,000 yuan." Yang Jun said to Sun Zhaocai.

After a while, Sun Zhaocai brought 10,000 yuan.

Yang Jun didn't make a move and signaled him to give it directly to Zhong Yuemin.

"It's not much money. You can take a shower first, sell your clothes, and make yourself look decent. Then you can buy some things and go home to see your parents, your mother, your wife, and your children."

"Brother Junzi, I...you are my reborn parents...wuwu!"

When Zhong Yuemin saw this, he was so moved that he half-knelt on the ground.

"Okay, you are almost fifty, why are you still acting like a child?"

Yang Jun helped his arm and then said: "Get up quickly, it's not good for others to see you."

Zhong Yuemin sat back on the stool with half a push.

"Brother Junzi, thank you."

"I have wanted to go home for a long time, but... I am penniless and have no face to see them, wuwu~"

"Nonsense." Yang Jun said with a straight face: "If you see how shameless your family is, they are also thinking about you. Don't put so much psychological burden on them. Go home and have a look."

Although Yang Jun said this, he was still worried about him in his heart. If his family was worried about him, it would be impossible not to pick him up. He guessed that when Zhong Shanyue sent Zhong Yuemin in, he had already given up on his son.

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Zhong Shanyue gave him a chance more than once, but Zhong Yuemin never seized it. Over time, Zhong Shanyue became disappointed. Later, in order not to hurt his family, he cruelly sent him in.

With Zhong Shanyue's energy and status, it was impossible for him not to know the time when his son would come out, but not only did he not go to pick him up, he also didn't even go to Zhong Yuemin's wife and children. It could be seen that they were extremely disappointed with Zhong Yuemin, even if Zhong Yuemin

Now that the prodigal son has turned back, they have no intention of forgiving him.

Seeing Zhong Yuemin's appearance, Yang Jun thought of his younger brother Yang Huai.

If Yang Huai could transform half as much as Zhong Yuemin, he would be satisfied. Yang Huai also injured him completely and let him down again and again. Even so, Yang Jun did not give up on him, even though he was thrown in now.

But he still took care of him and didn't let him suffer the slightest injustice.

Yang Jun considered whether he should learn from Zhong Shanyue. Only by truly letting go can his younger brother grow up.

Thinking of this, Yang Jun felt that it was really necessary to learn something, and he decided to do so later.

"Is there anything you like to do?" Yang Jun asked.

"I can do it, as long as I can have a job to support myself, I won't pick it." Zhong Yuemin said respectfully.

"Just tell me what kind of job you want. I have it all here." Yang Jun said again.

"Brother Junzi, I can really do anything. I'm not picky."

Yang Jun sighed when he saw this.

"That's all, why don't you just go back to your old profession."

"The tea house has now moved to Qinhuangdao. In a few days, you can report to Lu Yan and she will make arrangements for you properly."

"Thank you, Brother Junzi. Thank you, Brother Junzi."

Zhong Yuemin is very satisfied with this job, and he is even more grateful for Yang Jun's care. He is naturally willing to go back to his old job. This kind of work is not tiring, just move his mouth, run errands, and have a sweet mouth.

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"Hey, you've been in there for so many years..."

Yang Jun suddenly realized that he had become a mother-in-law and had nothing to say. This was not in line with his character at all.

He suddenly fell silent, and then waved to Sun Zhaocai.

"Go to the wine cellar to get two bottles of medicinal wine."

Yang Jun thought, Zhong Yuemin had been suffocating in there for six or seven years. After he came out, he would definitely release the pressure like crazy. With his urinary nature, he couldn't stand up without medicinal wine.

"Uncle Yang, the medicinal wine is gone." Sun Zhaocai said with a bitter face.

When Yang Jun heard this, he glared at him and said, "Hurry up and get it before I break your legs."

No matter how much medicinal wine Yang Jun replenished each time, it was still not enough for him and Silly Zhu. Yang Jun did not believe that the medicinal wine was gone and must have been hidden by these two people.

"Yes." Sun Zhaocai said in a buzzing voice.

After saying that, he turned around and walked out the door.

This guy must have gone back to his home to get it.

"Brother Junzi, actually I...I don't need it."

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin blushed and said, "I...to be honest, I...I am completely useless in that regard."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

Then, he waved his hand and said, "Keep it, maybe it will come in handy."

"I...I...thank you, Brother Junzi."

In the end, Zhong Yuemin could not refuse.

In the past few years, he had indeed been wronged in it, but how could he, who was used to being carefree and unrestrained, stop doing that all at once? Although he was not in good health, he couldn't help but keep thinking about it.
To be continued...