It was noon when he returned home to Shanghai. Song Yuanchao entered the alley and met the Zhang family's mother-in-law at the door with her little Pingping and sitting outside to bask in the sun.

"Auntie, I'm back."

"Have you been to Gusu?" Zhang's aunt asked. Song Yuanchao said he had been, and then took out the snacks he bought specially in Gusu from his schoolbag: "I brought you some snacks, sesame cakes and square cakes.

, all delicious.”

The Zhang family's mother-in-law took it with a smile. Seeing Xiao Pingping watching eagerly, the Zhang family's mother-in-law opened the paper bag and took a square cake to her. Xiao Pingping took it and couldn't wait to take a sip, her eyes suddenly widened.

The smile turned into a crescent moon.

"Thank you, brother." While eating, Xiao Pingping didn't forget to say thank you. Song Yuanchao smiled and touched her head and said you're welcome, just eat it if you like, and brother will buy it for her in the future.

"To aid Korea, just buy a little in the future. Don't spend money lavishly. In this life, you have to budget carefully and know how to cut it."

"I understand, grandma, don't worry." Song Yuanchao felt warm in his heart, feeling the Zhang family's grandma's concern for him.

Zhang's mother-in-law asked Song Yuanchao if he had eaten lunch. If not, she would have some food to make up for. Song Yuanchao smiled and said that he had already eaten. After chatting at the door for a while, Song Yuanchao returned to his home.

After returning home, Song Yuanchao packed up his things first, washed his face, walked to the desk by the window, sat down, found paper and pen from the drawer, and began to write and draw.

Originally, according to Song Yuanchao's idea, he planned to work in a school-run factory after his household registration was settled, and then start his own plan in the school-run factory.

But it is not as good as fate. Yesterday, Gusu and his party met Jiang Dongliang and others by chance. Through this incident, Song Yuanchao discovered a business opportunity.

It is true that these casings from Liangxi Plastic Factory are waste products, but waste products also have the value of waste products. In the eyes of others, such waste products are useless, but in the eyes of Song Yuanchao, this batch of casings are excellent treasures.

In fact, when he was at the hotel, Song Yuanchao was confident that he would help the other party get rid of these casings, but Song Yuanchao did not do so.

Song Yuanchao was not a good person, and Jiang Dongliang and Wei Xuejun were not relatives and friends of Song Yuanchao. There was no need for him to give them guidance for no reason.

There is no future for being a good person in this society, and it is those good people who often suffer in interpersonal interactions. This was clearly seen in Song Yuanchao's nearly seventy-year career in his previous life, so it is impossible for him to do it without some benefits.

Help the other person solve their problem.

In later generations, a good plan or plan is synonymous with wealth. The exchange of interests is a very common situation and is also a business model.

But in this era, this situation is impossible to exist, so Song Yuanchao played hard to get, first pretending to make a mistake, then deliberately refusing, and step by step letting Jiang Dongliang achieve the results he wanted according to his wishes.

This method is very implicit and requires Jiang Dongliang's active cooperation. If Jiang Dongliang can understand the signal sent by Song Yuanchao, then the matter will be settled. Based on Song Yuanchao's judgment, Jiang Dongliang should be able to understand it after working in supply and marketing for so many years, and the final facts are

Proved his judgment.

If Jiang Dongliang and Wei Xuejun did not understand Song Yuanchao's hint or pretended to be stupid on purpose, then Song Yuanchao would never have said another word, and the matter would have gone away.

Because even if it fails, Song Yuanchao will never put himself in an unfavorable situation. The result now is the best. Jiang Dongliang not only understood what Song Yuanchao meant, but also picked up the words very smartly.

90 rolls of casing, this is not a small number, not to mention that Song Yuanchao still needs to pay 160 yuan. Considering Song Yuanchao's current financial situation, this money is almost half of his property.

But Song Yuanchao was not worried, because he actually got a big advantage in this transaction, especially the last sentence where Song Yuanchao specifically asked Jiang Dongliang if he could issue an invoice. The most important thing is that after paying the money and issuing an invoice, the transaction was completely legal.

, no one can find fault afterwards.

Song Yuanchao spent some time to come up with a drawing. The drawing showed something similar to a table, but it was a little different from an ordinary table. There were several raised things fixed on it, respectively above and below the table. Among them

There is also a card slot between the two.

Song Yuanchao carefully marked the dimensions of each component on it. After everything was done, Song Yuanchao checked it over. After confirming that there was no problem, he nodded with satisfaction.

After finishing the drawings, Song Yuanchao took out some pieces of letter paper and started to write a letter. In fact, he had planned to write it on the day he came back, but he had been busy these past few days and had no time until now.

First he wrote two letters, which were sent to Anton and Jinling respectively. After finishing these two letters, Song Yuanchao continued to write a third letter, but compared with the first two letters, Song Yuanchao wrote this letter more

After making the beginning, he stopped writing. His eyes gradually moved away from the letter paper, and he looked quietly out of the window aside, as if he was looking into the distance, and seemed to be remembering something.

After a while, a smile appeared on Song Yuanchao's face. He retracted his gaze and picked up the pen again, and started writing on the letter. This letter took him longer than the previous two letters combined. When he finally wrote "Sincerely,

, Salute, Song Yuanchao" After these seven words, Song Yuanchao put down his pen.

He put the three letters in envelopes one by one, and wrote the address and recipient neatly on them. Song Yuanchao took the letters and left home and went straight to the nearby post office. He bought stamps at the post office and affixed them to the three letters.

After putting it in the mailbox, Song Yuanchao seemed to have accomplished something extremely important, and he felt much lighter.

After coming out of the post office, Song Yuanchao walked home in front of a car. Before he reached the alley, there was a rapid ringing of a bicycle behind him.

"Aid Korea!"

"uncle!"

Song Yuanchao thought that the path he was walking on was blocking the path of other people's bicycles, so he deliberately gave way to the sidewalk. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, Zhang Jianguo's voice rang out from behind him.

Looking back, Zhang Jianguo was riding a bicycle. Sitting on the bicycle's schoolbag rack was a little boy wearing a red scarf and carrying a schoolbag.

Song Yuanchao was instantly happy when he saw this little guy. Isn't this little boy who was still restless sitting on the bicycle twisting his body around and tilting his head to look at him curiously? Isn't it Zhang Jianguo's son Zhang Hao?

"Just got off work? Is this Xiao Haozi?" Song Yuanchao asked with a smile.

Zhang Jianguo nodded, pointed at Zhang Hao who was sitting behind him and said, "You haven't had time to see this brat in the past few days since you came back, right? You were still nursing when you left. Look, he's grown so big in the blink of an eye."

With that said, Zhang Jianguo patted the restless Zhang Hao: "Call someone! This is your brother who aided Korea, the one who hugged you when you were a child."

Zhang Hao looked at Song Yuanchao with his big black eyes. He chuckled and called Brother Yuanchao, and then asked curiously: "Brother Yuanchao, my dad said that you were naughtier than me when you were a child. You climbed trees and touched birds and went down rivers.

He does everything to catch fish, and even uses a slingshot to break other people’s windows, right?”

"You brat, how can you talk!" Zhang Jianguo's old face suddenly turned red. On the day Song Yuanchao came back, Zhang Jianguo was chatting with his mother and wife at home about the past, and he inadvertently mentioned the embarrassing things about Song Yuanchao back then.

Originally, these words were spoken by adults in private, but who would have thought that this kid Zhang Hao would secretly listen to them. What's more, he didn't expect that Zhang Hao would ask them directly in front of his father when they met today.

Song Yuanchao was also stunned when he heard this, and he couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

"That's right, I used a slingshot to hit someone's window. It was the No. 9 house in the alley. The glass window was shattered by me as soon as I hit it. The No. 9 house was so angry that it jumped up and yelled and ran out to arrest me.

, I ran as hard as I could...I ran so fast that others couldn't catch up behind me..."

Song Yuanchao did not deny it, and directly admitted these things with a smile. However, when he saw Zhang Hao's excited face, he deliberately said: "I felt very happy when I did it, but the consequences were not good. Later, people came to my house to complain, and I almost didn't get arrested afterwards."

My dad was beaten to death. He ate this bamboo shoot barbecue several times. He beat me so hard that I couldn’t get out of bed for several days. Xiao Haozi, what’s wrong? Do you also want to imitate your brother and taste this bamboo shoot barbecue?”

Zhang Hao was listening to Song Yuanchao's bragging with great interest a moment ago, his eyes were shining, and his face was full of excitement and eagerness to try. But at the end of the hearing, Zhang Hao's eyes suddenly flashed with panic, what? Bamboo shoot barbecue? This dish is not Zhang Hao's.
Chapter completed!