Yang Shui was originally going to drive to deliver goods to the steel factory, but seeing Wang Lao Mao was the most important thing at the moment, so Chen Muyu told Yu Dashan, asked for leave, and asked someone else to arrange for him.
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We made an appointment for lunch at the Xiaotang Restaurant nearby. The boss was an acquaintance and the employees of the station went there to eat. Basically, the bills were settled. At the end of the month, the station sent someone to settle the bills.
Tang Songyuan is a fat man in his forties. He has been running this restaurant for many years. He has not yet reached middle age, and his head is extremely bald. He still has a few long hairs that he insists on keeping.
Once it blows and wavers, it is time for the final stubbornness.
"Xiao Shui, if this can happen, I will treat you to this meal!"
After hearing Chen Muyu briefly explain the situation, Tang Songyuan happily congratulated Yang Shui and then found a private room for them.
Yang Shui was a little embarrassed, "Brother Yuan, you haven't even written your horoscope yet!"
"It can be done, it can definitely be done, isn't Xiaoyu still here?" Tang Songyuan laughed.
This fat guy is really enthusiastic.
"Don't be nervous, Brother Shui, it's such a big deal, why do you still make it look like a blind date?"
After Chen Muyu ordered the food, he turned around and couldn't help crying or laughing. Yang Shui was sweating on his forehead and the brand new plaid shirt on his body was wet. He was extremely nervous.
"I'm not nervous, I'm not nervous!"
Yang Shui shook his head repeatedly, but everyone could see the uneasiness in his heart. After all, the opportunity to change his life was just around the corner. Whether he could succeed in the rest of his life and find a decent wife depended on this.
At this time, there was a slight cough from outside, and the youngest Wang was here!
"Hey, Uncle Wang is here? Come on, he's waiting for you inside!"
It is the voice of the Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties.
Chen Muyu quickly stood up and walked out of the private room, and saw Wang Laoyao walking towards this side with his body hunched slightly.
Wearing a suit, shirt, suit pants, and big black leather shoes, he was wearing a pair of sunglasses and a slicked-back haircut.
I had only seen him in the morning, and it was only noon. He seemed to be a different person.
Little old man, you have a lot of fun, all you need is a briefcase!
Obviously, the youngest Wang had put a lot of effort into preparing for this meeting.
It could be seen that he was also very excited, and his legs were shaking with excitement.
Chen Muyu walked over and gave him a hand. Good guy, the sweat on his body was worse than that of Yang Shui.
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After a meal, they were a little nervous at first, but soon they became familiar with each other. Wang Laoyao and Yang Shui were both good drinkers, but Chen Muyu couldn't beat them.
They exchanged cups and drank for more than two hours. Until about two o'clock in the afternoon, the two people at the dinner table were already like father and son. Chen Muyu was really shocked and his moral integrity was shattered.
The matter between the two families was basically settled. Yang Shui was probably afraid of scaring away the youngest Wang, so he didn't make any demands. He also told the youngest Wang his concerns, and the youngest Wang didn't care.
For him, he is already over 70 years old, and he is alone until now. If he wants to be tough, who else can be tougher than him?
He gave Yang Shui a big red envelope on the spot. It was bulging and probably contained a lot of money. Yang Shui was so happy that he was so happy.
After the meal, Yang Shui asked Chen Muyu for leave, chartered a car, and took Wang Laoyao back to the village. He said he was going to bring his mother to the city, so he quickly got the certificate and took care of things.
Already.
One old and one young, they are really more anxious than monkeys.
Chi Zesheng changed, Yang Shui, call him stupid, but he is actually quite shrewd. This is an opportunity for him to change his destiny, and he will definitely not let it go.
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Is this considered a good deed?
Chen Muyu was a little distracted. When he returned to Lantian Station, trouble began. After Yang Shui left, there was no one to deliver goods, so Yu Dashan caught Chen Muyu and asked him to deliver goods to the steel factory with Master Li.
After all, you are a small boss, so you can’t help but care about your own business, right?
Master Li's name is Li Guoxiang. He is in his early fifties, a short and capable man, and he is quite kind. He loves to smoke dry cigarettes. Not to mention his big black teeth, the smell can be smelled several feet away.
The scrap iron and steel collected at the station, after simple processing, has to be sent to Jianhua Steel Plant, basically once a month, with about ten or twenty tons at a time.
It was a big car, and only Li Guoxiang and Yang Shui could drive it in the station.
Jianhua Steel Plant is located in Huangtu Town, the eastern suburbs, more than 60 kilometers away from the city. By the time we arrived at Huangtu Town, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.
Chen Muyu has never been to the steel factory. Li Guoxiang is negotiating and handling it. Master Li is really good at bragging. Originally, the station and the steel factory agreed that accounts should be settled every six months, and they could leave after unloading the goods.
Unexpectedly, this guy had to drag the unloading workers to brag and chat, and the bragging went on endlessly.
It turns out that the steel plant has a staff meal at 6 o'clock, and this guy wanted to have a full meal before going back. It was a custom every time he came here.
Chen Muyu was speechless and too lazy to talk to him. Seeing that it was still early, he wanted to go out for a walk. He hadn't been to Huangtu Town for a long time and he also wanted to see the changes here.
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In recent years, Huangtu Town has been turned into an industrial zone by the city, and many factories have moved here, including many paper factories and ceramic tile factories.
Qingshan City is known as the Porcelain Capital of Xichuan. The porcelain industry and the paper industry are the two pillar industries in the city. For such a loess town, it has contributed a lot to the city’s GDP.
Over the years, countless local bosses have made their fortunes in ceramic tile factories. Among other things, Xu Sihai of Sihai Group came out of Huangtu Town. He is now the richest man in Qingshan City, with a net worth of more than 6 billion.
6 billion, when will I have so much money?
Huangtu Town is not that big, with only about a dozen streets. Because it is surrounded by factories, the air quality must be bad. Many people in the town have moved out, and most of the people left behind rely on the surrounding factories to make a living.
people.
The Qinglong River passes around the town, turbid and winding eastward. This river can be regarded as the mother river of Qingshan people.
There was a heavy rain some time ago and the river water rose a lot. Chen Muyu came to the bridge and looked at the turbulent waves of the river. He was filled with emotion and wanted to recite a few lines of poetry, but he was not educated enough.
If I could have Tang Bohu's ability and paint this scene, wouldn't he be admired by future generations thousands of years later?
"Meng Lang?"
Just when Chen Muyu's face was filled with fascination and his thoughts were drifting to nine heavens away, a crisp and smart voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Chen Muyu was stunned for a moment, then looked back and saw a BMW parked not far away. A beautiful woman in a white gauze skirt got out of the car and was walking towards him with a smile on her face.
She is twenty-two or thirteen years old. She wears big sunglasses and high heels. She has an amazing figure. When the wind blows on the bridge, her hair flutters with her long skirt, and she looks very fairy.
Several fishing buddies nearby couldn't help but look over here.
Meng Lang?
It's been a long time since anyone called me this nickname.
If there is a place with the most nicknames, it must be school. If a person has never been given a nickname since he was a child, his life will definitely be incomplete.
