It is not yet the period when housing prices are rising rapidly. At that time, if Lao Xing still has the current adjustment, although he will eventually become a real estate tycoon based on the foundation set by Zeng Yunfeng, he will lose his mind one day.

In the end, if you make money just to make money, you will lose all your original intentions. In this case, people are in the business world and have a very high possibility of eating in prison.

Today he dares to offend others for the sake of profit and eat alone. Tomorrow he will dare to sacrifice other things for the sake of profit. In a few days, he dares to do anything. Capital is already a bloody original sin.

Sometimes, if you can't keep the bottom line, the principles, and you can't think of win-win results, the final result is very miserable.

Sometimes capital and rights have a common characteristic, that is, they don’t know how to share. If they have one point, they want two points, three points, or even more. The final result of centralization is not very ideal.

Zeng Yunfeng didn't want to say much about the extra words. He knew that Lao Xing was sometimes very clever and sometimes stubborn. Zeng Yunfeng, who could persuade him to come back, and if he couldn't come back, he would let him go.

Lao Xing left with some worries. Zeng Yunfeng looked at his hunched back and sighed. He had white hair now, and he knew that Lao Xing didn't want to wait anymore.

What he said to him last time might have made him feel hearted. He felt that compared to Yongqiang, he was indeed old. He wanted to run forward and walk forward before he got old, but his current thoughts were not recognized by Zeng Yunfeng.

Shuihua walked to Zeng Yunfeng and said, "Old Xing is gone, what's wrong with him? Why is the background so sad?"

Zeng Yunfeng raised his eyebrows and said, "It's going to rain, and my mother wants to get married, what else can I do?"

"Sometimes, you just speak in a very light or heavy manner, and you don't know how to take care of others."

Zeng Yunfeng said angrily, "Sometimes you have to speak louder, you are friends with him!" Zeng Yunfeng's two friend words were very serious.

"If you can turn back, of course it is the best. If you can't turn back, there is no way. The most difficult thing for a person to change is not anything else, but ideas, especially the ideas he always thinks of. This thing is not so easy to change."

"By the way!"

Shuihua suddenly thought of something and said, "You went to pick up your child from school today. Oh, for so long, I have been out for traveling for several months and left Xiaotang alone at my aunt's house. My aunt said she was dead. Xiaotang now sees me, but she doesn't want to pay attention. It's heartbreaking to think about it, and it's all your fault!"

"It's just you who are heartless. You go now and pick him up after school."

Zeng Yunfeng shook his hand and said, "If you don't go, how old are the kids? You have to pick them up and drop them off when you go to school. Oh, I haven't picked them up and drop them off when you were a child."

Shuihua said contemptuously, "You went to elementary school, have you finished elementary school? You don't pick you up and drop you off in elementary school? You are not as good as me. I heard your uncle say that when you were a child, you didn't go to elementary school because you were far away from elementary school and you didn't go to third grade. You still don't pick you up and drop you off in elementary school. Well, you don't want to go there, right? You just don't want to go there!"

If you hit someone, you don’t slap someone in the face, and if you expose someone’s shortcomings, you don’t expose someone’s shortcomings.

Zeng Yunfeng got on the motorcycle, stepped on the clutch, twisted the accelerator, and the old motorcycle rushed out. He didn't want to argue with this woman about this matter. He didn't remember a word about the original matter. What's the use of talking about this with him?

Zeng Yunfeng's motorcycle leaned against the school gate. He knocked down the motorcycle bracket. He sat on the side of the motorcycle and took out the cigarette, held it in his mouth, took out the lighter and lit it. The smoke suddenly scattered.

Teacher Bai walked up to him and said, "Yongfu, don't smoke at the school gate! These children will have a bad impact when they see you." Zeng Yunfeng helplessly snatched the cigarette butt with his fingers and stuffed the remaining half of the cigarette back. "Okay, okay, okay, don't smoke, don't smoke!"

Zeng Yunfeng, the father, is like a typical case with a bad image, and is not worth learning from the children. He has bad habits such as smoking and drinking. For children, these bad habits are really not a good example at the school gate.

The bell of Dingling is like the bell that Zeng Yunfeng went to school when he was a child, but it was a copper bell at that time. The old antique copper bell of this school had been replaced, and that thing had long been entered into the museum of the immigration resettlement site. Now the school uses an iron bell, which is also very interesting. It is a small ball, pressed on an iron bowl bell. As soon as it shakes, the electric iron bell will ring desperately. When Zeng Yunfeng was in middle school, he also used this kind of electric iron bell.

With the ringtone of school, the radio came from the radio, "Spring, spring quietly passed, leaving behind colorful clouds..." Zeng Yunfeng watched countless students wearing school uniforms wearing red scarves and flocked out from the school gate.

Countless children walked out one by one, one of the girls with big eyes and ponytails was particularly eye-catching, and Zeng Yunfeng was very familiar with the figure behind him, following the girl, and didn't know what she was saying behind the girl, which made the girl in front laugh crisply.

Mom, this little bastard, finally knows why he ignored his mother recently. After a long time of trouble, he has found a wife. He has long fallen in love with her and forgot her mother.

The moment Xiaotang saw Zeng Yunfeng, he was so scared that he shrank his neck, as if he had been caught.

Zeng Yunfeng stretched out his hand and turned his hand upwards, bent his fingers in the direction of his own, which was a wave to Xiaotang. Xiaotang walked honestly to Zeng Yunfeng and lowered his head.

"Good boy, I have the style of yours. I can pick up girls at such a young age, but I can't be a licking dog. Judging from your spirit, I wish I could stick it on it!" Xiaotang opened his eyes wide and looked up at his father. He didn't understand why his father was not angry, but instead joked about himself, and then what a licking dog was!

At this time, the students at the door walked out one by one. One of the teachers immediately came up to meet Zeng Yunfeng. When Xiaotang saw this person, he shrank his neck again, as if a mouse had seen a cat.

"Hello, Teacher Pang!" Zeng Yunfeng stretched out his hand and shook Teacher Pang. Teacher Pang gently held Zeng Yunfeng's paper tip and then let go and said, "Hello, parents of the small hall!"

Teacher Pang in front of me was one of the teachers who came to teach and stayed behind. She looked particularly beautiful, elegant and elegant. She basically retained most of the advantages of intellectual and beautiful women.

Her fingertips slid past Zeng Yunfeng's fingertips, smooth and tender, making people feel itchy.

Xiaotang looked at his own son in a daze, glanced at his own son's expression, a little disdainful. It turned out that he was no different from others.

Teacher Pang was about to speak, and Zeng Yunfeng looked at Teacher Pang who was about to speak, suddenly stretched out his left hand, stopped Teacher Tang's words, and said directly, "Teacher, don't need to say anything, um, know how to do it! A filial son is produced by a stick!"

He said as he slapped his son twice on the back of the head, staggering him and almost fell to the ground.

These two slaps looked at Teacher Pang's face with blue veins and Teacher Pang didn't expect that this parent was so irritable. In theory, An Yongfu should be a relatively successful person in the local area. He should be actually gentle and elegant. Why do he beat the child so fiercely?
Chapter completed!