The richest man Yang Fei

Yang Feilian said he didn't dare to take the role, and repeatedly asked the principal to stay.

"Student Yang Fei." Zhong Chu caught up from behind and asked, "You really started a company?"

"Yes." Yang Fei smiled, "I would also like to ask Mr. Zhong to give me some advice."

"I don't dare to teach you. There is something I want to ask for your help." Zhong Chu said with some embarrassment.

"Mr. Zhong, just ask if you have something to do."

"That's right. My husband, Ma Zhixia, is also a teacher in our school. He teaches fine chemical engineering."

Yang Fei snorted and listened to her.

"Last year, I don't know where he made a mistake. He learned to trade stocks from others. At the beginning, he bought some stock subscription coupons and made a fortune, and then he became a floater. He actually resigned and went to stock trading full-time. As a result, in less than a year, he pawned his trousers! Hey, now, he has lost his job and lost money.”

"I see, Mr. Zhong, do you want to let him come to work in my company? Yes, no problem. I'll leave a phone number for you, and you can ask him to contact Su Tong and come to work directly."

"Su Tong? Are you talking about Su Tong who graduated from our school? She is also helping you?"

"Mr. Zhong, do you know Su Tong?"

"She is my student! Can I not recognize her?"

"It's a coincidence!" Yang Fei laughed, "Then it would be easier to talk. The only thing is that Su Tong and I are his students, and I'm afraid that Teacher Ma will feel ashamed or lose face."

Zhong Chu raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly: "He is no longer a teacher! If there is a job for him, how dare he not do it? Is the bread important or the face? Don't worry, this matter is on me!"

Chapter 83 Watch Movies Together

Yang Fei's desire for talents is as eager as his desire for money.

He contacted three schools in a row and established employment agreements.

But he still doesn't have much confidence in it.

If the time is pushed back a few years, when the university expands its enrollment, college students will no longer be assigned, the flow of talents will become diversified, and this year's college students will choose private companies. It's too low.

Yang Fei himself graduated from a technical secondary school. He didn't go to sea to do business, nor did he go south to work. Instead, he took out his family's savings and found connections to join the Nanhua factory.

Even if the salary is lower, the family members feel happy and at ease.

People with this kind of thinking accounted for the vast majority!

Yang Fei drove to pick up Jiang Xiaojia, and then took her to the hospital.

In the Provincial People's Hospital, Wan Aimin was sitting by the bed with a sad face. When she saw Yang Fei bringing her daughter in, she forced a smile and said to Yang Fei how hard she was.

Yang Fei bought fruit and flower baskets, and glanced around the room.

The multi-person ward where Wan Aimin's father lived had no other fruit baskets next to it.

Yang Fei asked: "How is uncle's condition?"

"Not optimistic. The doctor said to observe."

"Why don't you live in a single room?"

"It's nice to live here."

Yang Fei thought to himself that although the ranks of Jiang Ziqiang and his wife are not low, they are not very eye-catching in the province.Her father, in the Provincial People's Hospital, probably doesn't have the privilege of living in the high-ranking ward.

"How is the medical level in the province? Do you want to transfer to Shanghai or Jingli?"

"No need?" Wan Aimin said hesitantly, "Let's have a look again."

Yang Fei didn't stay for long, as long as he sent his wishes, he seemed to be trying to please him if he talked too much.

"Xiaojia, what do you want for dinner?" Yang Fei asked after leaving the hospital.

He and Jiang Ziqiang's family really have different opinions. He and Jiang Ziqiang should be of the same generation, but Jiang Xiaojia called his brother again, and they didn't feel that there was anything wrong with each other.

"I'm free, I'm not picky." Jiang Xiaojia replied obediently.

Yang Fei was too lazy to go home and cook, so he took her to the snack street.

Jiang Xiaojia said that he was not picky about food, so when he entered the restaurant, he picked out a bunch of delicious food, such as stinky tofu, sugar oil cakes, snails, flavored crabs, sauced salted duck, and steamed cured meat, all of which had a strong taste.

Yang Fei laughed and said, "You're a dancer, aren't you afraid of gaining weight?"

Jiang Xiaojia hissed in a low voice: "Brother Yang Fei, don't tell my parents. They never allow me to eat these delicious foods. I'm so greedy!"

"Okay, then you can eat more. If you want to eat in the future, just tell me and I will take you out to eat."

"Thank you Brother Yang Fei!"

Yang Fei has no real sisters, seeing such a beautiful and lovely Xiaojia, he feels pity in his heart and smiles slightly.

He was eating crabs, his eyes were wandering around the store, and suddenly he saw a familiar figure at the door.

"Xiaojia, sit still, I'll come as soon as I go." Yang Fei wiped his hands, got up and walked out.

At the entrance of the restaurant, there was a small stall selling sesame sticks and nougat candies. A strong man squatted behind the stall, staring blankly at the passers-by on the street.

Just as Yang Fei walked up to him and was about to speak, a vendor selling baked bean tendons not far away suddenly yelled: "The city management is here, run!"

There were two rows of stalls on the street, quickly picked up the stalls, and ran away in a hurry.

The seller of sesame sticks was obviously a novice, so he reacted a little later, and saw a few city management officers wearing red armbands striding forward.

"Stop, you still want to run!" Two urban management officers stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, one grabbed the burden and the other grabbed the vendor.

"Leaders, I just came here yesterday, please raise your hands high"

With a cigarette in his mouth, the urban management officer waved his hand impatiently: "Stop talking! You stall operators are all so cunning. If you catch them, you will say that you came to set up the stall on the first day. We will confiscate the things! Don’t come here to set up stalls anymore, no stalls are allowed near the pedestrian street.”

"Leader, this stall is all my property, you can do me a favor"

"Want to go back? Then you pay the fine! Two hundred!"

"If I have two hundred, I don't care about this burden."

"Let's go, what are you talking about with him!" Another city manager said loudly, "There are still stalls ahead, so don't waste time."

The sesame stick seller clenched his fists. This casserole-sized fist might be able to kill a tiger, but it was powerless to help him at this moment.

Helplessness was written on his angry face.

"Ma Feng!" Yang Fei stepped forward in good time and grabbed his arm.