The three brothers are very popular in the village, so there is naturally Professor Wang’s omen.
The construction of pig farms is completely possible to ask the villagers for help. Anyway, it is the slack time for farming. As long as you greet them, everyone is willing to help. At that time, just prepare more food and entertainment. There are tools and other things at home. It is not difficult to flatten the road if you really need a roller. There are self-used machines in the factory. Tell them that you can support the construction of the farmers at that time. You can do it without worrying about oil. In today's era, the oil in the military factory is still very sufficient.
Fan Wubing vaguely remembered that one year there was a fire in the factory, and most of the workshop was burned. The cause was that when the workers were cleaning the workshop, they used gasoline to clean the paint on the cement floor. As a result, the fire accidentally caught the fire. The flames suddenly rushed to the fourth floor and trapped the people working on the office. Five people were burned to death at that time, causing a major accident. The last team leader and the workshop director were implicated. They sat in the shift room for several years, and were considered a scapegoat.
Fortunately, the factory is loyal enough, and there are people taking care of the brothers who are in charge of the crime. During the holidays, leaders come to visit the door for condolences. After three years, they were released, and they were directly promoted to the next level. Everyone has no complaints. After all, it is for the factory to come out to punish them, so this kind of care is still the right one.
In short, with the backbone of the leader in the factory, Fan Wubing can still benefit a lot.
My mother Zhang Mei also fell into Fan Wubing's calculations. Although it was impossible for her to find some free volunteers, people's teachers could still use it in creating public opinion. At that time, it would be said occasionally at the conference that Fan Wubing's reputation as a pig farm will spread. There are many people who want to eat pork and can't touch the door. The emergence of such a private pig farm has just fulfilled the wishes of many people.
The thing that bothers Fan Wubing the most at present is still the funding issue. He has begun to consider what can be directly used to cash out in his collection. Although Panshi City is a small place and these things are not valuable, in the provincial capital, the underground collection market has already vaguely shown signs of rising.
Fan Wubing decided that if the funding problem could not be solved this week, he would take his three brothers to the provincial capital first. Of course, this is also agreed by his parents. Although he no longer looks like a three-year-old child, he is actually less than three years old! If an adult is worried, he must consider it.
However, just when Fan Wubing was worried about the money, someone came to his door.
"Is anyone at home?" asked a voice outside the door with a southern accent.
"Who? So early in the morning-" Fan Wubing got up from the bed, rubbed his eyes, and muttered.
The work and rest time in the factory and the school are the same. They go to work at 7:30 in the morning, and Fan Ting and Fan Kang also go to school. Zhang Mei is now a busy person in the Culture and Education Bureau. He left earlier, and Fan Wubing himself was left in the house.
Although Fan Wubing has always been the way of thinking for adults, his body looks like a child, so he feels much more like his peers. This is when he is sleepy. When he is disturbed by someone at once, he is naturally very upset.
"Who are you looking for?" Fan Wubing pushed open the door and walked to the yard and asked.
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When Fan Wubing heard this, he looked up at the other party and saw that the other party looked in his thirties, with a dignified appearance, but not too tall, at most 1.7 meters tall. When he saw himself pushing the door out, he looked surprised.
"If you have something to say, the adults are not here. Don't wander around here if you have nothing to do. There are dogs in the yard, which are specifically biting new people." Fan Wubing was not in a good mood. One was that he was disturbed by someone's sleep, and the other was that he was upset about funds.
"Wow—the child speaks so aggressively—Little brother, do you know there is a waste purchase center here?" The man was even more surprised when he saw Fan Wubing's gesture of a little adult, and asked patiently, but his dialect emphasis was too strong, and it was difficult to distinguish the details in it when he said too much.
As the saying goes, the heaven is not afraid of the earth, but the old Guang is afraid of speaking official language.
When I got up in the morning, I met a Guangdong man who said something that I couldn't quite understand. Fan Wubing was very depressed, not to mention that he was too depressed, especially the waste purchase center he said, which was even more unsatisfactory. Fortunately, people were asking about his own business and had to deal with it anyway, so he snorted, "What kind of waste purchase center? I'm a idle item purchase center here! It's not a garbage collection! If you want to collect garbage, please leave there. In five minutes, you can see a garbage station, which has all kinds of scrap copper and iron!" After that, he pointed his hand west.
"Little brother is so amazing! Yes, I'm just looking for this idle item purchase center! Can you tell me the place? I have candy for you." When the Guangdong people heard that there was indeed such a purchase center here, they didn't care about Fan Wubing's bad tone. They asked anxiously, but their hands reached into their pockets and touched a few candies.
Who is Fan Wubing?! After just a glance at her eyes, she recognized that the man was holding the famous White Rabbit milk candy. He couldn't help but get angry from his heart. She actually dared to use melamine to poison me. It's really a pity!
"I am the one who collects things. Are you here to buy things or sell things? But let me tell you first, my master has been a little nervous recently. If you sell things, the money will be slowed down." Fan Wubing said to the Guangdong people with a stern face.
"Wow—" the Guangdong man was shocked, "Really? Don't lie to me! Is there a boss as young as you?! I came here to collect things. If this acquisition center was run by your adult, please help me find them, okay? This is a business, not a playhouse!"
"Collection of things? Have you brought enough money?" Fan Wubing felt much better when he heard that the other party was here to collect things.
The Guangdong man slapped his clothes in his pocket and replied proudly, "It's all about big business. Do you think the money is enough?"
"If you have money, please come in and talk. But can you straighten your tongue before speaking? It's really tormenting to hear you speak Mandarin-" Fan Wubing said with a smile, and let the Guangdong people into the house.
The Guangdong people were embarrassed and had doubts. Isn’t this child in front of me really a child? He is not a dwarf or something? But after a closer look, the other party obviously has no symptoms such as finger hypertrophy, which is a bit confusing.
Chapter completed!