"Director Chen, you are too polite. Oh, I'll just admit it to you. I did say beautiful things just now. I'm not afraid of causing trouble for you. I've really said hello to Lao Liao of Dongfeng Brick Factory. I think you are very busy, so you don't have to accommodate us. Take care of other brothers from other classes first." Xue Xiang had known about the reality of Xiang Hong Brick Factory, and this battle was won and not defeated. Since Chen Tianshan was willing to carry it, Xue Xiang helped him hold it high, and see if he was cushioning his feet and was uncomfortable.

Xue Xiang was trying to leave, but Xiaozhuang and others blocked the door tightly and refused to let them go out. Chen Tianshan kept saying beautiful words, not saying that the factory was operating in difficulty, but also saying that Dongfeng brick and tile factory was not good, which directly derogated the largest brick and tile factory in the county to the same as Mi.

"Director Chen, ah, I can't save myself some face in front of you! Let's tell you the truth, I'm really short of money. Lao Liao agreed to me, at the lowest price, each brick is three cents, tile is five cents, tile is 250,000 bricks, 30,000 tile, a total of 9,000 yuan, and pay 30 cents first. When the pigs are out of the pen next year, they will be settled. Director Chen, now you know my difficulties. Alas, I'm forced to ask, but I've pulled off my fig leaf." Xue Xiang said in great sincerity, as if he had opened his heart.

Chen Tianshan's expression changed drastically. He looked at Xiaozhuang. The latter went out to pour water on the excuse. After a moment, he turned back and said that someone had picked up the goods and asked the factory manager to sign. Chen Tianshan complained and asked Xue Xiang to wait. He followed Xiaozhuang out. Before he left, he attracted two more children and still blocked the office door.

"Manager, it's so difficult now. Are you talking about this Dongfeng Brick Factory disrupting the situation? Such a big factory is fighting with our poor family. They are rich and powerful, with bricks three cents and tile five cents. Is there any profit? Our ex-factory price is one or two cents higher than this one, and we only pay 30% of the money. I think it's better to let them go." Xiaozhuang said, lowered his head and began to sigh.

"Fuck! Let him go, the living ancestors who need wages will eat me tomorrow! They can't let anyone go. This order must be accepted, and they must be accepted even with gritted teeth." Chen Tianshan said, gritting his teeth, wondering what decision was made.

Xiaozhuang said: "Manager, since you said you want to take it, I think we should stop pretending. We used to be popular for bargaining. The bunny who saw Dongfeng was in a row, and the price was not up to date. Our main task now is to retain people. I think it is a bit miserable, the more miserable the better. If you don't believe him, Director Xue is so kind, he doesn't even take care of the companies in his own company."

After hearing this, Chen Tianshan slapped his thigh and turned his head back to the office: "Director Xue. You and I, Old Chen, won't pretend to be like you anymore. The factory is not prosperous now, it's so lifeless. The bricks produced can't be sold at all, but they dare not stop production. The workers' wages have been delayed for half a year, so it's easy for me to stop production, but these workers have to eat! Director Xue, no matter what, this order has to be left for us, which is life-saving." Chen Tianshan's role changes very quickly, and he played the card of tragedy again.

Xue Xiang said bitterly: "I didn't expect it to be easy for you. Well, I have to offend Lao Liao first. No matter how you have to take care of your family first! Director Chen, you can tell me the price, but this payment method must be the same as Lao Liao. You have to understand me, it's only 20,000 yuan. It's difficult to run a factory. Not to mention that Director Jiang has to pay 1,700 yuan in owed the debt, Director Shen has to plunder 1,000 yuan and borrow 1,000 yuan to pay wages to the teachers in the middle school in the club. It's not easy!"

Chen Tianshan pondered for a while and said, "Director Xue, since you are righteous, we can't be unwilling to do it. Let's not talk about the price of bricks and tiles. Anyway, you can move it casually and use it as much as you want. If you pay Lao Liao's nine thousand, I will make a festive number of 8,800. But it's the same. If you pay Lao Liao's first period is 30% or 2,700, you can take some responsibility here and give it to 3,000. It's not that I'm picking on it, but I can't get through the three thousand tomorrow."

Xue Xiang slapped the table: "Old Chen, stop talking about anything. You are here, I will help you!" After that, he turned his head and shouted at Su Shunmin, "What's the matter with Lao Su standing there? Give money! What a good person!"

Old Su shook and paid for it. At this moment, he looked at the captain and felt chill all over.

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It was like water, and it was already mid-May. It was noon that day. After lunch, Xue Xiang took out the mat and spread it on the bamboo-shaded path in front of the window. He brought a stool, brought tea and pillows, and everything stopped. He lay down. He couldn't change his little enjoyment problem. Even when he arrived at the small mountain village of Kaoshantun, the material conditions were not enough, but he actually enjoyed the beauty of nature in different ways. In front of him, he was indeed a beautiful scenery. The green mountains and clear waters are now in the lush forests, bamboos are reflected on the left and right, holding a cup of fragrant tea, igniting a cigarette, and staying in the greenery, surviving the summer. How isn't it a great enjoyment?

Xue Xiang took a clean wooden board and placed it against the wall. He then leaned against the wooden board with a large black buckwheat pillow, and then lay down on the pillow and pressed the mat. After lying down, he did not close his eyes and took a nap or enjoy the scenery. Instead, he took out a piece of red paper from his shirt pocket, spread it and looked.

"... It is early summer, and the rain in the stable gradually increases. The sunset is just beginning to fade, and a light rain comes quietly. After closing the Song Ci, I wander alone in the drizzle at dusk. I walk along the North Sea Wall, stop and stop, and I break down a weeping willow with my hands, shake it slowly, and feel the comfort of the book thrower in spring. I love this kind of rain not only because of the intoxication of the considerate and warmth of the clothes, nor the admiration of the cuteness and fun of the sudden rain and the sorrow of the new lotus, but because of the sorrow of her crying and the gentleness of her soft to the bones..."

"Suddenly a gust of wind rose, and the flying flowers were blowing endlessly. At this moment, I wandered in the drizzle and watched the flowers in the breeze. Thinking about my thoughts, thinking about you in the distance, and thinking about whether you in the distance are also thinking about me. The faint longing was intoxicated in this chapter of the harmony of wind and rain, with the wind and gentle with the rain. I want to hold out my lovesickness, let it condense into bright red beans, and send them to the breeze and bright moon. I wish to stand in the autumn water, waiting for you to pick a handful of lovesickness, and step on the snow on a night of wind..."

Yes, Xue Xiang read the letter from Liu Ying'er. He didn't expect that the little girl was not good at speaking, but she was very literary and integrated into the scenery. As she read, she became sad. He put down the paper, and was full of separation and parting, and her longing and longing were tangled into a mess, blocking her chest, and she suddenly felt bored.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, his emotions were slightly restored. Xue Xiang picked up the paper again, and as he looked at it, he burst out laughing. It turned out that Liu Ying'er's writing suddenly changed her previous elegant and sadness, and her writing became humorous. She told several jokes in succession. In the end, she ended with the classical Chinese that had been forbidden for many years. "...The stable, Jianghan, thousands of miles apart, and he was not happy, and he was sad about the moon, and often sighed in the sadness of spring and autumn. She couldn't sleep at night, and she kept quoting the text, and went through the past, without any orders, and was disturbed by the various words, but she smiled with a boy. Thinking about it, I know my heart!"

Xue Xiangfei was amused by her clumsy jokes. It was actually this love letter. Let's call it a love letter. It was like a hodgepodge, sometimes passionate and gentle, sometimes humorous, sometimes humorous, and sometimes elegant and vulgar. It was really as the letter said in the letter, "the words are without sequence, and they are disturbed."

Xue Xiang was lying under the window, feeling sad and happy, and his face changed colors constantly with the sorrow and joy, as if he was playing a comedy. Little did he know that a small light green body was lying on the window, holding his fleshy arms and holding his chin for a long time. Who is that person? It turned out that today is Saturday. Although he has no weekends at this moment, Xue Xiang decisively introduced advanced experiences in his previous life to Koushantun, and the little guy had his vacation today.

"Hmph, everyone, what are you looking at? It's so interesting. Don't hide it, you have to see it too." The little guy couldn't help seeing Xue Xiang packed up the paper and stuffed it into the envelope.

Xue Xiang looked back, but saw the little guy jumping down from the window, and quickly reached out to hold her fleshy little body, turned around, removed the force, and then slapped it on the little guy's butt: "I'm so brave. I'll jump down from such a high place in the future and see if I pick you up or not."

The little guy covered his little butt, frowned, stared at Xue Xiang, and snorted, saying, "Teacher Zhong said, the parents who beat children are not good parents. Everyone, you are not good parents."

Xue Xiang smiled and said, "Oh, did you Teacher Zhong say that children who don't listen to parents' words are not good children."

The little guy turned his head back and thought for a while: "No, you always ask others to do your homework, so don't listen to you." After that, the little guy plunged into Xue Xiang's arms and reached out to get the letter, but Xue Xiang shook the letter away.

The little guy turned around and hugged Xue Xiang's arm. After holding it, he moved to Zhi Xin's palm bit by bit, and turned back from time to time, making a face at Xue Xiang, showing that he was extremely proud. Just as her fleshy little hands were about to touch the envelope, Xue Xiang had a tug of fingers, and the letter suddenly flew out and landed accurately on his other hand.

The duck that reached the mouth flew away. The little guy was annoyed. He turned around and threw himself into Xue Xiang's arms, rolled up, and hummed while rolling, and stopped talking. Xue Xiang knew that this was a sign of the little guy's temper, so he hurriedly stuffed the letter into her arms. The little guy snorted, and didn't look at him, and opened the letter on his own.

The little guy unfolded the letter paper, cleared his throat first, and then read it in a big way: "Xue...Don't leave...I'm like a face...I'm..." The little guy couldn't recognize a few words at all, and the pinyin was not marked on the letter. So, the more she read, the more she stuttered, and the more she read the little eyebrows became tighter, and finally handed the paper back to Xue Xiang, and said in a sensation in her mouth: "What's the writing? It's not good at all, I can't even pinyin, I'm ashamed..."
Chapter completed!