Yang Jungen didn't care about Yang Liu's petty emotions.
Not to mention ordering so many dishes, there is no problem even buying the Lao Mo restaurant.
He wants to buy it, but the key is that they won't sell it.
Yang Jun could foresee that Yang Liu would definitely not want to see him in the future.
This is to be expected.
Just imagine what your reaction would be if someone suddenly intervened in your love.
Then you don't have to fight with others with a knife.
Yang Liu will definitely hate Yang Jun, but it won't be enough to fight tooth and nail.
Of course, Yang Jun thought that since he had decided to take care of this matter, he would take care of it to the end.
That afternoon, he called Qian Jiajia and took the initiative to send 20,000 kilograms of grain and 8,000 kilograms of pork.
You have to rely on others to help you with Yangliu, and it's okay to help once. But if you let people stare at Yangliu every day without giving you any benefits, they won't be happy.
After receiving the material, Qian Jiajia patted her chest and promised,
"Boss Yang, I will take care of this matter. From now on, every letter your sister writes and every phone call she makes must be approved with my consent."
"Okay, I'm just waiting for your words. Come to me anytime you want to eat pork."
"Happy, this is a good buddy."
When Qian Jiajia was happy, she put her arms around Yang Jun's shoulders and called her brother.
Seeing this, Yang Jun quietly took a step sideways and broke away from her clutches.
"Boss Yang, let me tell you, the kingdom has been eyeing me recently, and I'm afraid they have guessed that I got the supplies from you."
Although Qian Jiajia, this silly girl, no longer calls her Yang, she gave him another name.
Maybe she feels that calling her brother-in-law doesn't suit her feminine temperament.
However, Yang Jun didn't care, he could call him whatever he felt comfortable with.
I feel inexplicably comfortable when I associate with Qian Jiajia, and I am even easier to get along with than men.
"Just keep an eye on him. Anyway, I have reached an agreement with him, and we will trade once a year from now on."
When Yang Jun heard this, he snorted and smiled.
It is no longer possible for Guozheng to find a supplier as big as Yang Jun. Only Yang Jun can handle millions of kilograms of supplies at a time.
Just relying on his gang of street sluts, alleys, Chuanzi compound and so on, the stubborn master Buddha and so on, who are tinkering in the black market every day, it is not enough to pay for the carriage.
If it weren't for human needs, Yang Jun wouldn't want to use space resources.
Yang Jun didn't even bother to provide employee benefits for his own factory, let alone outsiders.
"That's right, anyone would want to hug you with such thick thighs."
Qian Jiajia sighed: "You don't know how much money Wang Guozheng has made over the years. Telling you about it will scare you to death."
"Oh, really? Tell me and see if you can scare me to death."
Yang Jun deliberately covered his chest with both hands and made a gesture that would scare a baby.
"De Xing, don't be dissatisfied, I have at least this number now."
Qian Jiajia raised five fingers as she spoke.
Yang Jun looked at it and smiled.
Five million is impossible, it can only be half a million.
Five hundred thousand is nothing to him.
His space system is a banknote machine, and you can get as much money as you want.
If he didn't find it troublesome to code banknotes, he would have opened a bank.
Of course, in addition to banknotes, he also has mountains of gold...
That golden light can blind your eyes.
After so many years, he only made half a million by squandering supplies. For ordinary people, it is indeed not a small amount, but for Yang Jun, it is nothing.
Even though both of them were just dumping supplies, Yang Jun's supplies didn't cost anything, and he could make as much money as he paid for them.
The kingdom not only needs capital, but also takes risks.
It was really difficult for him to save so little money after so many years of hard work.
"It's really a lot. You have to hold his thigh tightly." Yang
Jun teased.
"Tch, I don't care about it. Money is enough to eat and drink, but too much will irritate your hands."
Qian Jiajia looked disdainful.
"Sister, you understand."
Yang Jun gave her a thumbs up.
Qian Jiajia is a person who understands that money, when it is abundant to a certain extent, is just a bunch of cold numbers.
It cannot be brought by life, nor can it be taken away by death.
With too much money, I have to worry every day about whether I will be noticed by others, which makes me unable to live a normal life.
"Boss Yang, I may not be able to pay you for the supplies this time. Can I owe you money for a while?"
Yang Jun just took a high look at Qian Jiajia in his heart, and it was too vulgar to mention money in the blink of an eye.
"What's going on? Are you nervous lately?" Yang Jun asked with a sideways glance.
When Qian Jiajia heard this, a trace of helplessness flashed across her face.
"It's not my brother's fault. All my money has been used to fill his hole. I won't be able to get it out for a while."
When Yang Jun heard this, he smiled bitterly.
With such a careless brother in the stall, I can only consider myself unlucky.
Uncle Qian must have been worried about Qian Xiangrong's affairs for a long time. This time he probably dug a big hole again. If his father hadn't stepped in to smooth things over, that kid would have gameover a long time ago.
Yang Jun patted her shoulder and said.
"Forget it if you can't move it out. Just think of it as a gift from me to you and Liang Shan in advance."
When Qian Jiajia heard this, her eyes turned red and she was so moved that she was speechless.
"My surname is Yang, you are my friend for the rest of my life."
Qian Jiajia was choked and speechless. She didn't expect that tens of thousands of yuan in supplies would be given away as soon as Yang Jun said they would.
Having one friend like this in times of need is enough in a lifetime.
When Yang Jun heard this, his head was filled with black lines.
She was usually very polite when spoken to, and this helped her a lot, so her address became even less polite.
The one who used to be called brother-in-law, at worst, was called Boss Yang, but now his surname is Yang again.
Yang Jun was very pleased after hearing this. At least the relationship between the two was restored to its previous state.
"Don't worry, I will definitely pay you back the money, it just takes a little longer."
"Hey, whatever you want."
Yang Jun waved his hands and said it didn't matter.
Qian Jiajia was even more moved when she saw Yang Jun's appearance. She really didn't care about the money.
"Boss Yang, thank you..."
Yang Jun saw something crystal clear in her eyes, so he teased,
"Sister, are you so moved that you want to commit yourself to me? I'm telling you, I have a bad waist, so I'm embarrassed to be like this."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Fuck you, I'm still embarrassed."
Qian Jiajia laughed angrily at Yang Jun and shook her pink fist to hit him.
The two of them were talking and laughing, as if nothing had happened just now...
At this time, the two were like buddies, very sincere to each other.
Especially Qian Jiajia, sometimes she can't tell whether she has fallen in love with Yang Jun, but one thing is certain, she enjoys every minute she spends with Yang Jun and the way she talks.
After trading supplies with Qian Jiajia, Yang Jun went directly back to the factory.
As soon as I entered the office building, I could hear Wang Erwa's voice cursing in the conference room from a distance away.
These days, Wang Erwa has a bad temper and scolds everyone she sees.
Seeing that the deadline stipulated for factory merger is not far away, the merger of the factory has not been completed yet, especially the layoff of employees is even more difficult.
Every day, many laid-off employees block the entrance of the factory, demanding an explanation from the factory leaders.
Merging working groups is also very difficult.
One carrot after another, after the successful upgrading of the machine, the number of employees was greatly reduced, and only one-third of the employees were left in the factory.
Although the steel rolling mill had a good relationship with the ministry and dispatched personnel, in the end it could only solve one-third of the employees' problems, and the remaining
The lower third is still a huge number.
One-third is nearly 20,000 people. How can we find so many positions to arrange laid-off workers?
Now Yang Jun has left all the merger work to Wang Erwa, and he has become the hands-off shopkeeper.
Wang Erwa, Alexander, held meetings non-stop every day, forcing the cadres in the factory to go out and look for opportunities. Those who could not find them would be scolded when they came back.
Yang Jun did not go to the conference room, but quietly returned to his office.
After a while, I heard Wang Erwa going back to her office cursing.
When I passed by the door of Yang Jun's office, I stretched my head and took a look inside.
"I said, Lao Yang, I'm so busy every day that my feet are smoking. It would be better for you to hold the tea cup like an uncle."
Wang Erwa threw the notebook on the table angrily and started rummaging through the boxes.
This guy has been busy recently and hasn't been here to sweep for several weeks.
He was having a bad day today, so he decided to have a "Three Lights" to vent his anger on the policy.
"There is no big thing in life, only eating and drinking."
Yang Jun put his feet up on the desk and said quietly.
"Come on, stop dragging me out, just tell me where to find cigarettes."
Wang Erwa looked through several places but couldn't find what she needed, so she stood in front of him angrily.
"Silly Erwa, aren't the cigarettes in the drawer?"
As soon as Yang Jun reached out, he took out a Chinese cigarette from the drawer and threw it on the table.
"Eh! That's not right, I just looked for it."
Wang Erwa scratched her head, murmured to herself, opened the drawer and looked at it again.
"You are blind." Yang Jun spread his hands and said.
"No, there's something weird."
Wang Erwa pushed Yang Jun's legs out of the way, and then dug around in the drawer.
"I've obviously turned over it, there's no way I can't see it."
"You are blind and you still don't admit it. Could it be that I conjured it up out of thin air?" Yang Jun said with a smile.
"Hey, maybe it's really you who conjured it up."
Wang Erwa stared at him with her small eyes, as if she had to figure it out today.
"Old Wang, I advise you to get a pair of glasses. With your eyes, you are no different from a blind man."
Seeing his confused look, Yang Jun decided to continue teasing him.
"Damn it, I have very good eyesight. I can clearly see what color pants the old sow is wearing. How can I not see such a big smoke?"
Wang Erwa was dissatisfied. The only thing he could do in his life was this pair of moves.
On the battlefield, you can aim accurately, and in your daily life, you have never missed it.
"You say you are blind and you still don't admit it. What would you say if I could find another cigarette from the drawer?"
"boom!"
Wang Erwa patted the table and said, "Lao Yang, if you can find another cigarette, I will never smoke again in this life."
"A tough-talking duck will never give up until he reaches the Yellow River. Remember what you just said."
After Yang Jun finished speaking, he opened the drawer and a cigarette suddenly appeared in his hand.
"impossible!"
Wang Erwa exclaimed.
After a long while, I saw Wang Erwa's eyes wandering around, and she puffed out her chest.
"I have decided to get a pair of glasses now."
After saying that, this guy left Yang Jun's office as if he was running away with two cigarettes in his arms.
