However, some members have known that He Ping knew about movie stars for a long time. "Didn't He Ping talk about this when he came back from Shanghai last time?"

"Who knows whether it is true or not? I thought why did you brag?"

"I know this time it's true? I'll tell you, Zhou Yun, no, it's Zhang Yu, that's really beautiful." Han Zhaoshe said, revealing a look of recollection on his face.

"Is he a movie star, can he not watch it?"

A member asked Han Zhaoshe with a smirk and malicious intention, "Hey Zhaoshe, then you know Zhang Yu, so you have no other thoughts?"

Han Zhaoshe pulled out of his intoxicated expression, "I still know what I can think about and what my identity is. A movie star like Zhang Yu must be worthy of talent like me, He Ping."

Everyone teased and said, "You kid is quite self-aware."

"That's a must. Let me tell you, Zhang Yu was so enthusiastic when he saw me, and even invited me to dinner. This is all Brother He Ping's face."

"He Pingxing, movie stars give face to you."

"You don't even look at what other people's identity - writers, and the novels have been adapted into movies. It's been a year since I said that, and I don't know when He Ping can watch that movie."

As the members talked, the building became crooked and discussed the movie adapted from He Ping's novel.

Han Zhaojun was busy in the chicken farm warehouse and sweating profusely, "Where have people gone now?"

The member who worked with him said, "Don't you know yet? Zhaoshe is back, and several people have gone to Zhaoshe to inquire about what they have learned in Shanghai."

Han Zhaojun was furious when he heard this, "These bunch of sluts!"

Then he felt something was wrong again, "This shitty boy!"

After saying that, he walked towards the house, and was thinking in his heart that when Brother He Ping handed over the chicken farm to his hands, the chicken farm was fine. It took only a long time before the discipline began to dissipate, and he felt ashamed of his trust in Brother He Ping.

When he arrived at home, Han Zhaojun saw Han Zhaoshe bragging with a group of members, so he was angry that he didn't even beat him up, so he picked up the stick and rushed up.

"Second brother, hey, second brother, second brother~ second brother..."

The members watched Han Zhaoshe run away in a panic under the stick of Han Zhaojun, and howled in pain. They all looked fearful and moved towards the door.

Skip away!

Five minutes later, Han Zhaoshe lay on the kang with bruises and wounds, and the members had already fled.

Han Zhaojun threw down his stick with a clear idea, and went back to the chicken farm without saying a word.

Han Zhaoshe lay alone on the kang, muttering expressionlessly: "Who am I provoking someone, I will brag, I will brag..."

Back at the chicken farm, Han Zhaojun looked at the members who were walking away halfway. The group immediately lowered their heads guiltily, fearing that they would follow in the footsteps of Han Zhaoshe.

What happened in the chicken farm reached He Ping's ears in less than an hour.

He smiled at this. Since he had handed over the chicken farm to Han Zhaojun to manage, he would not interfere easily. It was the principle that He Ping always adhered to without doubting the use of people.

However, the experience of this boy from Han Zhaoshe made He Ping happy. He had not been cleaned up by Han Zhaojun for more than half a year. This boy is a little bit arrogant now, and it is also good to clean up this time. He can save himself from opening a photo studio in the future, and he is even more floating.

After staying in the pig farm for a while, He Ping walked home when he saw that there was nothing he needed.

The small market outside the village did not disappear because the Chinese New Year was over, but instead showed a tenacious vitality. There were many business vendors, and it became the most lively place in Fangyuan.

Having nothing happened, He Ping walked over and thought about buying something to eat for the evening.

While walking around, he found an acquaintance, the girl who was selling popsicles in the streets in summer.

"Zheng Wenzhi?"

"He Ping?" As her old customer, how could Zheng Wenzhi not know He Ping? She looked surprised when she saw He Ping.

"Why did you go here to set up a stall?" He Ping asked.

Zheng Wenzhi said: "Popsicles are not easy to sell in winter. I was staying at home. Later, I heard from my neighbors that you are doing well here, so I came here."

He Ping has a good impression of Zheng Wenzhi. The little girl is very clever and has a very spiritual business.

"How is it, how is it sold?"

"It's okay, it can't compare with Xia Tian, ​​but it's definitely better than being idle at home."

"Give me a creamy one."

Eating popsicles in winter is definitely a very good experience. He Ping ate the popsicles and felt cool.

"Your job is so seasonal, why haven't you changed to someone else?"

Zheng Wenzhi smiled bitterly and said, "There are no suitable jobs for me. It would be good to have such a job.

He Ping looked at her and asked, "What kind of education did you tell me before?"

"I didn't go on to study in my first year of high school."

"Are you interested in coming to work in Hantun?"

"Ah?" Zheng Wenzhi was a little confused by He Ping's sudden question.

"Ah what, we need accounting here. Are you bringing it with a ready-made master? "

Zheng Wenzhi's little head was rotating rapidly at this moment. She had heard that Hantun's team is running a good business now. Thinking about how she was living in a popsicle factory, it would be better to come here just to forget it.

Thinking of this, Zheng Wenzhi felt uneasy and didn't plan to go back and discuss with her family, "Okay, how much does it cost?"

He Ping really likes her newborn calf, who is not afraid of tigers, "Don't worry, the money won't be worse than you. If you think it's OK, go to our chicken farm tomorrow to find accountant Zhang Xinjun. Just talk to him about the specific matters."

"Then I agreed, you can't go back on your word. Don't let me come tomorrow, and you don't want me." Zheng Wenzhi said for fear that He Ping would go back on his word.

"Don't worry, I can still do this."

After saying this, He Ping licked the popsicle and left with a smile.

After He Ping left, Zheng Wenzhi was still a little worried. She had basically never been to Hantun since the beginning of autumn, and she didn't know what Hantun is like now.

She asked the vendors who also set up stalls around her. When she heard that Hantun had given each of her members four or five thousand yuan last year, her eyes almost popped out.

"Hantun members are blessed. We don't expect to compare with Hantun members, even if we enter their farm to be a worker. You don't know, the scene when Hantun pig farm recruited people a few days ago, what a thousand people were recruiting, only twenty people were recruited, and the human heads were squeezed into dog heads."

Zheng Wenzhi suspected that the hawker was lying to him. Can the pig farm recruit thousands of people?

The vendor saw Zheng Wenzhi's suspicion, "Little girl, don't believe it. Why do you think so many people come? It's because Hantun's salary is high, and the salary entering the market is similar to those of the state-owned factories in the city. They will also have dividends and benefits at the end of the year, which is higher than the salary in the city's factories."

The hawker said that Zheng Wenzhi was still a little suspicious, but when the hawkers around her were making money, she had to admit that she underestimated Hantun.

I really went out today and had a great fortune!
Chapter completed!