After returning to Tianyang, Zhou Qingfeng went to the printing factory to express his condolences. He went to the printing factory and then to the Academy of Fine Arts, where he sold dozens of home appliances of different types and styles in one go.
Even if there are no major appliances worth tens of thousands of dollars, everyone has electric kettles and rice cookers worth tens or hundreds of dollars. Everyone who participated in overtime work during the Spring Festival was very satisfied. Those who worked the most overtime not only received large overtime pay, but also
Fashionable imported goods.
After a series of measures, the fatigue of long-term overtime work disappeared immediately. Many people were annoyed that they did not work enough overtime, and wished they could work hard for another month and get 10,000 yuan in cash.
With the current salary, many people may not earn 10,000 yuan in their lifetime. Zhou Qingfeng can give 10,000 yuan as a reward, and he has a very good attitude of "a horse bone worth a thousand pieces of gold". As long as he works hard, he will reward him.
After stimulating the 'entertainment industry' line, the follow-up matters were left to Gong Wei to follow up. Zhou Qingfeng finally returned to his suburban courtyard to enjoy the Spring Festival holiday.
The intention to 'purchase state-owned enterprise assets with foreign exchange' has been disclosed to the bank. Within half a day, we received several calls from the city to inquire. The bank specially sent people to confirm the financial strength of 'Shengguang Machinery'.
More than thirty suitcases filled with U.S. dollars and Hong Kong dollars were opened. The harvest from HK made the people in the Tianyang Bank system tremble. They were afraid that they would have to hold a lot of meetings to discuss and coordinate after returning, and they would not bother Zhou Qingfeng in the short term.
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The production of three-wheeled motor vehicles has not stopped, and new factories are also building at a rapid pace. Zhou Qingfeng also gave some symbolic bonuses to overtime workers, and he was quite troubled by the development of this manufacturing industry.
When he learned that the president actually wanted to climb the technology tree of automobile production step by step based on the tricycle production line, Professor Zheng, who always focused on the company's technology, didn't know whether to praise his ambition or treat it like a fool.
Considering that President Zhou Da can always come up with some crooked tricks to solve problems, Professor Zheng could not say that this is absolutely impossible. He only gently reminded that this technology tree is too long, and it will take time, huge investment and...
Talent.
The more I know and the deeper I go, the more I realize how difficult it is to develop industry. This is not something that can be done by just throwing money at it, nor can it achieve results just by throwing money at it.
Getting a motorized tricycle made Zhou Qingfeng's head full of bumps. But he could only bite the bullet and console himself that this was all for the development of the motherland, and he regarded it as serving the people.
It was just deserted to stay at home, with no girls around, and all the strange maids staying in Hong Kong to scrape the land. Even if he used the illusion core to turn his home into a fairyland with small bridges, flowing water, and cornices and arches, he was not very happy.
The e-commerce site purchases goods once a week, and the recyclable 'garbage' that has come out in the past few times is of little use. Zhou Qingfeng stayed at home alone for two or three days, without even having to eat hot food, and it was so boring.
On the night of the seventh day of the lunar month, he had to go out on the street to find a place to eat, and found that he had lost his motorcycle and could only ride a bicycle.
He rode his bike leisurely on the streets, but the markets were deserted during the Chinese New Year. He walked several streets and found that most restaurants either closed early or were not open at all.
"What the hell is this?" Zhou Qingfeng stood on the avenue in the center of Tianyang, walking around in a circle and feeling hungry, "I am rich and wealthy, and yet I am reduced to the point where I have no food to eat."
Look at the 'big brother' who has tens of thousands of dollars in hand, but he doesn't have a single friend. Look at the huge amount of money in his pocket, and there is absolutely no place to spend it. He pushed the cart and walked along the street in a dull manner, and saw a seller on the corner.
Roasted sweet potatoes.
I was overjoyed and ran over quickly.
"Master, master, bring me two roasted sweet potatoes."
The person roasting sweet potatoes is a middle-aged man, pushing an oven converted from a tin bucket. There are roasted sweet potatoes at the mouth of the oven, and the aroma is fragrant. The master is about forty years old, wearing gloves, huddled behind the street trees on the roadside.
Take shelter from the wind.
When a business came to his door, the middle-aged man came out with a smile and quickly picked out the two largest sweet potatoes for Zhou Qingfeng, wrapped them in scrap newspapers, handed them over and said, "Sixty cents in total."
Zhou Qingfeng opened his wallet. He took out a ten-dollar bill. The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "Sorry, I can't find it."
Looking at the wallet again, it contained either hundred dollar bills or Hong Kong dollars and US dollars. There was not even a steel coin. He still handed over the ten dollars and said, "Forget it, there's no need to change it."
The middle-aged man selling sweet potatoes took the ten yuan, hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "Why don't you have the nerve to ask for ten yuan if you don't count it? My sweet potatoes are not worth so much."
Zhou Qingfeng opened his wallet and showed it to the other party, "That's not okay, the money still has to be given. How about you take a random piece from me."
The wallet was full of colorful things, and the ten-dollar coin was the smallest currency. There were hundreds of U.S. dollars and thousand-dollar Hong Kong dollars. The middle-aged man took one look at it, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Forget it, little brother is a rich man."
There was a sweet potato stand alone on the street. Zhou Qingfeng peeled the sweet potato and took a bite. He casually said, "Master, it's very hard. At such an old age, people who celebrate the Chinese New Year are still selling roasted sweet potatoes on the street."
The middle-aged master sighed and said cheerfully: "Young man, you are working hard too. You make so much money at a young age, and even during the Chinese New Year, you go to the street to buy sweet potatoes to eat."
Zhou Qingfeng took a bite, and when he heard this, he felt that the sweet potato in his hand was no longer fragrant. He looked up helplessly at the sweet potato seller. The two looked at each other, speechless.
The middle-aged master was still cheerful and took the initiative to break the silence and said: "Actually, the street is quite lively during the day, and there are many people going shopping and visiting relatives. But it's really hard for a person like you to stay away from home at night and go out to buy sweet potatoes.
not much."
This sweet potato has no flavor at all.
Zhou Qingfeng felt so upset that the few mouthfuls of sweet potatoes he just swallowed turned into sour water. He could only point to the oven on the trolley and asked: "Master, it's already dark today, why don't you give up the stall?"
What?"
"This is different for me." The middle-aged master continued happily: "Don't look at me selling sweet potatoes. I just stay here for a while and pick up my wife from get off work at eight o'clock.
Young man, are you still young and not married yet? It’s dark today and you haven’t had dinner to buy sweet potatoes. You must not even have a girlfriend. Do you think I guessed it right?”
This master really can't speak. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the sweet potato in his hand and was no longer in the mood to eat it. He thought to himself: "I shouldn't fucking go out here. How about cracking an egg and cooking noodles at home?"
Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was silent, the middle-aged master was even more convinced that his judgment was correct. He even said happily: "My wife is amazing, and she works in the city printing factory. The factory recently received a foreign trade order, and we are busy in three shifts.
Three times the overtime pay, that's great.
Have you heard about a rich man named Zhou Qingfeng? He is waiting for advertisements in newspapers. It is said that he is very wild. He has set up some kind of "Shengguang" company and can get foreign trade orders. He even gave benefits to the printing factory during the Spring Festival.
Well, everyone has one imported product.
My wife said that Zhou Qingfeng was very fashionable, he was probably in his early twenties, and he was very generous with his gifts, but his character was not very good, and he liked to be praised by others, so others called him "Mr. Zhou".
That guy is not a good person either. The foreign trade orders he makes are very strange. You won’t believe it even if you tell him, you can never guess what kind of business he does, which makes you blush.
It’s not that I won’t tell you, it’s that printing plants have now issued a gag order. If I told you, I would definitely shock you. Some wealthy people look like dogs, but they are actually corrupting the social atmosphere. Do your best.
Shameless and dirty things."
Hahaha..., the sweet potato seller laughed more and more as he talked.
Zhou Qingfeng lost his temper after being told that, so he wanted to say "Sayunara" and turn around and get out. But before he could start, a bicycle rode past him.
The rider on the bike was a beautiful woman. When she saw him, she shouted in surprise, "Mr. Zhou, why are you here?"
Zhou Qingfeng was holding a roasted sweet potato in his hand, and looked at the biker girl speechlessly with a bit of foam at the corner of his mouth.
The master who was roasting sweet potatoes listened to "Mr. Zhou" and carefully looked at his outfit and appearance. Then he recalled the big ticket in his wallet just now. He was frightened and asked hesitantly: "Young man, could you be the one?
..."
Zhou Qingfeng felt bloated after eating a sweet potato. He curled his lips and said, "Yes, I am the Zhou Qingfeng you said is a bitch, has bad morals, and does all kinds of dirty things."
The middle-aged master was stunned, and he was embarrassed for a long time, with a bitter look on his face. He reluctantly sent back the previous note, "Mr. Zhou, don't be angry. How about paying you back ten yuan for this sweet potato meal?"