Rebirth in 1980: I pretend to be a pig, eat the tiger and marry the chief

Tang Zheng sighed: "I also have a copy of the Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic. It seems that you don't like it."

Yao Lao paused while grinding the medicine, and then continued working.

"I have this copy."

Tang Zheng was a little disappointed, now she had no choice.

What would she do if Kangda came with his mother and Yao Lao took action?

Tang Zheng was anxious for a day, but Kang Dawei didn't come, nor did he come the next day.

Until the third day, Qin Yuan came.

Qin Yuan saw that Tang Zheng seemed to have a thousand words to say, but he also looked like he was hesitant to speak.

He was really grateful to Tang Zheng. If he really died like that, he wouldn't know that his ex-wife loved him so much, nor would she know that he had such a lovely son.

Tang Zheng ignored Qin Yuan's complicated emotions and took out 20,000 yuan from his bag and handed it to him: "Pay back the famine first, and then we'll talk about the rest."

Qin Yuan was a little surprised: "You and I have never met each other. Are you really willing to lend me money?"

"I didn't lend it to you in vain. You have to pay it back to me when you make money."

"That's for sure. When I get the money, I will definitely return it to you with interest."

Tang Zheng poured tea for Qin Yuan: "What do you want to do in the future?"

Qin Yuan smiled bitterly: "What I can do, of course, is to start from the bottom, so let's do hard work first."

After he paid off the loan shark, he was penniless, and it was a problem for his wife and children to fill their stomachs. He was no longer the rich man who could spend a lot of money just to make himself happy. He was just a little better than a bereaved dog.

"You have a little boy named Datou, do you remember it?"

Qin Yuan's expression changed: "I don't know you at all, who are you?"

Tang Zheng took a sip of tea: "I am your nobleman."

Tang Zheng was prevaricating him like this, so he couldn't get to the bottom of it, so he said, "We were two elementary school classmates who had a good relationship. We didn't keep in touch when we grew up."

Tang Zheng said: "He works as a manager at a TV factory in Shanghai. Go find him and get a batch of TV sets from him to sell on credit."

Tang Zheng really wanted to help Qin Yuan, but she didn't have that much money in her hands, and she had other plans. Besides, she had no intention of sharing Qin Yuan's profits, so she could only let Qin Yuan brush his face.

"This is the name and approximate address of his factory. You can find out more carefully when you arrive."

As she spoke, she pushed a note she had written long ago to Qin Yuan: "There is also the phone number of the factory on it. I don't know if it is correct. If you really can't find it, you can call and ask."

Qin Yuan was a little numb. He stared at Tang Zheng for a long time without saying anything.

It wasn't until Tang Zheng met his eyes that he shuddered and then came back to his senses: "We haven't seen each other for so many years, and we may not know each other even if we meet. A TV costs a lot of money, so why would he give it to me on credit?"

"You go ask him."

As Tang Zheng said this, he took out another two hundred yuan from the drawer and handed it to Qin Yuan: "Your travel expenses."

Qin Yuan felt like he was being driven crazy by Tang Zheng. He really wanted to pry open her mouth and ask her all the answers he wanted to know.

But at least he died once and learned to be patient and restrained.

"Then, shall I write you an IOU?" He hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

Tang Zheng fiddled with the green plants on the desk: "No, IOUs are for gentlemen but not villains, so you don't have to be under so much pressure."

When Tang Zheng said this, Qin Yuan was indeed relieved, and then heard Tang Zheng continue: "If you are unkind and unjust then, I actually still have many ways..."

Qin Yuan: "..."

"What hatred does your surname Wei have?" Qin Yuan finally asked another doubt in his heart.

Tang Zheng only blinked at him, but had no intention of answering him.

Qin Yuan took a sip of tea: "Then tell me, what do you want to do with him?"

Tang Zheng smiled half-heartedly and leaned lazily on the boss's chair: "You still have to consider your abilities. When you don't have the ability, any grand words are just lies."

Qin Yuan nodded, agreeing with Tang Zheng's words. He put away the money and note Tang Zheng gave him, stood up, bowed solemnly to Tang Zheng, and then turned and left.

The door closed again, Tang Zheng picked up the tea and put it down again.

She took out the newspaper from the drawer and stared at the black and white photo of the young master of the Wei family and Mrs. Tang standing together, and was stunned for a long time.

When Tang Zheng came out of the office, he saw a somewhat familiar figure.

"Comrade Xiao Tang, long time no see!"

Liu Chengen held a leather bag under his arm and immediately greeted Tang Zheng with a smile.

Chef Tao, who was cooking in the kitchen, looked uneasy, fearing that Liu Chengen would get into trouble with Tang Zheng and implicate him.

The smile on Tang Zheng's face was very light: "Boss Liu, come to the cafeteria to eat?"

The smile on Liu Chengen's face was a bit unbearable: "I, I want to talk to you about cooperation."

Tang Zheng narrowed his eyes. It was because she saw that business here was good and she wanted to get a share of the pie.

Liu Chengen really didn't expect that he made the canteen's reputation so bad, and that she, a twenty-year-old girl, could run the canteen so well. He regretted it now. If he had known this, he would have knelt down. He also asked Tang Zheng to cooperate with him.

"I said, I already have a partner. If you step in again, things will be difficult. You'd better see if there are any other money-making projects."

After Tang Zheng finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to Liu Chengen.

Liu Chengen wanted to catch up and try again, but saw someone walking up to Tang Zheng to say hello to her.

"Hello, Comrade Xiao Tang, this is my mother."

Kundawei supported a gray-haired woman and nodded and bowed to Tang Zheng. Kangdawei's attitude was extremely low, which was very different from when the two met for the first time.

Two days ago, Kang Dawei was about to bring his mother here, but her mother was already disheartened. She felt that there was no hope in life and did not want to bother.

Kangda had been doing ideological and political work for a long time, and she reluctantly agreed.

Tang Zheng's heart sank: "Okay, you guys sit down first and I'll go find Mr. Yao."

The old man is so stubborn, and he doesn't know if he can take action, but people are here. If he can't, wouldn't this be a slap in her face?

Tang Zheng entered the kitchen, where the old man was taking a nap on the recliner.

These days, the chef has become familiar with the method of making medicinal meals. He doesn't need to use it, but the old man is quite dedicated and still doesn't waste a day.

Tang Zheng walked over with a smile: "Mr. Yao, I have something to do, can you help me?"

Yao Lao turned over and ignored Tang Zheng's intention.

Tang Zheng was a little helpless: "Then tell me, under what conditions can you help me with this favor?"

Mr. Yao still didn't pay attention to Tang Zheng's intention.

Tang Zheng had no choice but to say: "If you do this again, I will call Uncle Xie and tell him that you don't want to see him and tell him not to come!"

Yao Lao sat up all of a sudden. He plucked his ears and pretended to be surprised: "Did you just say something? What did you say?"

Tang Zheng laughed very hard and backed away: "I said, I have a friend whose mother is seriously ill, and I want you to take a look at her."

Yao Lao's face darkened again: "How much benefit you have received, share half of it with me."

This girl always betrays him, and he can't refuse, so he can only use this method to add trouble to this girl.

Tang Zheng smiled and stretched out a finger.

Yao Lao: "Ten thousand?"

Tang Zheng shook his head.

Yao Lao's eyes gradually widened: "One hundred thousand?"

Tang Zheng still shook his head.

Yao Lao looked at Tang Zheng, but he didn't want to see him: "It's not a thousand, is it?"

One thousand is fine, and bean bags are also dry food.

When he saw Tang Zheng, he still shook his head. Yao Lao stood up and said angrily: "Did you borrow that mouth?"