The road to the richest man starting from company cleaning

Chapter 149 Why Am I Pretentious?

Some people saw that Zheng Yun was wearing a camouflage uniform and yellow rubber shoes, subconsciously wanted to see what kind of cigarettes he, a migrant worker, was smoking, and looked at his hands in his pockets.

And among these people, there was also the young man named Qingyun who wanted to buy a soft sleeper ticket from Zheng Yun before. He took out a box of Soft China before. Among all the smokers, his cigarettes were the most expensive.

He was still holding it in his hand, reluctant to put it away, and moved his hand from time to time, as if to show everyone how rich he was.

When Zheng Yun took out a yellow cigarette case, some people saw the words "Yellow Crane Tower" on the cigarette case, and they also knew that the price of this brand was quite high.

But they had never seen the kind of cigarette case in Zheng Yun's hand, and they thought that with his clothes, he was just carrying a pack of cigarettes worth dozens of yuan.

Even so, those people also thought in their hearts that the migrant workers nowadays are too good at pretending. They smoke such good cigarettes. They don’t know what cheap cigarettes they usually smoke.

Zheng Yun fumbled in his pocket, but he didn't bring a lighter, so he said to a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, "Uncle, borrow a lighter!"

Zheng Yun spoke politely. The middle-aged man took out a lighter and handed it to him. Zheng Yun lit a cigarette and returned the lighter. In order to thank him for lending the fire, he took out a cigarette and passed it forward, saying: " Uncle, another one!"

While waving his hand to decline, the middle-aged man saw Zheng Yun's cigarette case and couldn't help being startled. After a few seconds, he smiled and said, "Little brother, do you smoke this cigarette?"

He didn't mean to look down on Zheng Yun, he just thought that Zheng Yun was a migrant worker, and he was a little surprised that he smoked such expensive cigarettes.

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, everyone paid attention to Zheng Yun's cigarette case.

Zheng Yun really didn't know how much his cigarettes cost, because it was Zhou Jifeng's filial piety back then, and he never smoked. He brought twenty cigarettes with him on this trip, and opened one to smoke himself.

Hearing the middle-aged man's tone, Zheng Yun asked, "Is this cigarette good?"

"This cigarette is the Yellow Crane Tower Gold Brick, [-] a piece, [-] a box, and [-] pieces a piece, don't you think it's okay!"

Everyone was very surprised, let alone smoking, they had never seen it, never heard of it, they never thought that there are such expensive cigarettes among the cigarettes!
Zheng Yun thought it was sent by Zhou Jifeng before, so it must be good, but he really didn't expect it to be so expensive.

But he was used to seeing expensive things, so he was not too surprised. He passed the cigarette forward again. The middle-aged man smiled, took it, and lit it.

While chatting, the middle-aged man said that he himself was a tobacco and alcohol seller, and he had bought this kind of cigarettes, but he was never willing to smoke one.

Moreover, this kind of smoke is difficult to buy, and I don't know how many connections it takes.

But he didn't know who Zhou Jifeng was, no matter how difficult it was to buy, he would honor Zheng Yun with three boxes at a time, fifty pieces in each box, with a total price of 450 million.

Zheng Yun felt that this cigarette was good to smoke, but it was just that he was used to smoking high-quality cigars, and smoking this kind of cigarettes would not have much flavor.

Fortunately, the price is expensive enough, and he is also very comfortable psychologically.

Before that Qingyun heard the middle-aged man say that the cigarette was [-] packs. When he was surprised, he became a little annoyed and put his Zhonghua in his pocket long ago.

But he really didn't want to see a "migrant worker" showing off like this, so he laughed half-jokingly and half-sarcastically: "It's fake! Nowadays, there are fake cigarettes of all brands, and many people buy fake cigarettes and pretend to be fake!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "As far as the taste of this cigarette is concerned, I can guarantee that it is definitely not fake.

Besides, such expensive cigarettes are only occasionally available in those big tobacco shops, and you can't buy them anywhere else. Besides, no one dares to buy such fake cigarettes in other messy places.

The purchase channels of those big stores are very formal, and they absolutely dare not sell fake cigarettes! "

Qingyun smiled awkwardly, still not reconciled, and sarcastically said to Zheng Yun: "You say that you are a migrant worker, and you can earn a little money after working hard for a year. Why do you buy such expensive cigarettes by taking a train!"

The meaning of his words couldn't be more obvious, saying that Zheng Yun smoked cigarettes on the train to pretend to be nose.

Zheng Yun laughed and said, "What do you mean I'm pretending? I smoke cigarettes worth 3000 yuan a pack and wear camouflage uniforms worth tens of dollars. Am I pretending?"

His words choked Qingyun back.

Everyone thought the same thing, if you want to talk about pretending, you should at least wear better clothes, so that others will naturally not know what you do, because many big bosses now wear very plain clothes.

But no matter how simple the big boss is, he would never go out in camouflage uniforms and yellow rubber shoes, and the camouflage uniforms didn't fit him well.

Zheng Yun is almost wearing a hard hat now, and his image of working on the construction site is very clear. If you say he is pretending, where is he pretending?
Besides, if the middle-aged man hadn't mentioned that cigarette, who would have known it?

Qingyun's mouth moved a few times, but he turned and left without a word to refute.

Zheng Yun chatted with the middle-aged man for a while, then returned to the soft sleeper, passed by the door of Sanmei, and heard that landlords were being played inside, and the game was in full swing, thinking: "These heartless people have forgotten me."

He was very bored, thinking about the crowds in the hard-seat car, he didn't go back to his room, turned around and got out of the sleeper car, and came to the hard-seat area.

Not far away, the singing sounded. Looking around, I saw a couple of young men and women in their 20s playing and singing not far from the front left. The man played and sang love songs with his female partner.

Zheng Yun was taken aback, thinking that the singing skills of those two people were too good!
There were a lot of people standing in the carriage, so he squeezed to the front and listened, seeing that there was an empty seat opposite the singer, he sat down immediately.

"Is there someone here?" One person shouted dissatisfied.

Zheng Yun turned around and saw that it was the man named Qingyun. He had no intention of talking to him and said, "Sit down for a while and someone will come back to you."

Qingyun stared at him for a while, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn't seem too mean and pushed him away.

At the end of the song, Zheng Yun took the lead in applauding, followed by the rest.

At this time, Qingyun's wife Xiaohua came back and looked at Zheng Yun, her face was as cold as if it had just been taken out of the cold storage, she stared straight at Zheng Yun without saying a word.

Zheng Yun was paying attention to the singer, but he didn't pay attention to her, but was pushed by Qing Yun, "Get up, you're back!"

Zheng Yun only saw Xiaohua now, so he could only give up his seat.

Unexpectedly, Xiaohua came to the seat, looked at it for a few seconds, took out several tissues from his bag, put them on the place where Zheng Yun had sat, and then sat down.

The other party was a woman, even if Zheng Yun saw this scene, what could he say, he ignored it, and then asked the two singers to sing another song.

The two were also very happy, and then they sang again.

After the song ended, Zheng Yun chatted with him and learned that the two were senior students of Haifeng Conservatory of Music and would graduate next summer.

He thought for a while and asked the two singers, "Have you heard of Yuntao Culture Co., Ltd?"

Although Yuntao Culture Co., Ltd. was just established, its architecture is famous. Later, through media reports, too many people knew that the company spent 1000 billion to build it.

Moreover, the ball on the central tower of the park is covered with emeralds and diamonds. At night, the high-energy lights inside are turned on, and there are thousands of auspicious colors, which can be seen from a long distance.

Therefore, the "Yuntao" park has almost become a landmark building complex in Haifeng City.

Hearing Zheng Yun's question, the male singer said: "Then who doesn't know."

"Have you heard of Lin Xuan?" Zheng Yun asked again.

Since Lin Xuan received the ten new songs from Zheng Yun, she has already released two of them, and now they are in such a mess, directly occupying the top position of first-line singers, with various concerts and commercial performances, she is almost insanely busy.

The male singer smiled and said, "Then I must know!"

Zheng Yundao: "Yuntao Culture belongs to me. Now I have only signed one singer, Lin Xuan. I want to sign a contract with you. Are you willing to come?"

(End of this chapter)