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

"The interest is one hundred a year, isn't that just right?"

Tang Wenjin came over and handed the popsicle he just bought into Tang Zheng's hand.

Tang Zheng greeted Chen Feng who came out: "Brother Chen, eat some popsicles!"

Chen Feng was indeed a bit enthusiastic, but after seeing Wan Peng, he directly refused: "I won't accept a stitch from the masses."

Wan Peng's teeth were almost broken, so why didn't Chen Feng return so much money to him just now?

That's more than two months' salary!

Chen Feng originally wanted to return to the team, but then Tang Zheng continued: "Brother Chen, lend me your notebook."

Chen Feng was a little confused, but he still handed the notebook to Tang Zheng. Tang Zheng handed it directly to Wan Peng: "Give me an IOU. Don't forget to press your fingerprint."

Wan Peng: "..."

Chen Feng naturally saw the content of Wan Peng's IOU, but he was still a little puzzled that Tang Zheng was a little kinder to Wan Peng this time.

After the IOU was typed and his fingerprints were pressed, Wan Peng asked coldly: "Can San Min be released?"

Tang Zheng was a little innocent: "We didn't talk about Pi Sanmin, either?"

Wan Peng resisted the urge to slap Tang Zheng again, turned around and left.

Chen Feng originally wanted to leave, but Tang Zheng took out the 1,200 yuan he had previously obtained from Bai Fan from his pocket and handed it to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng thought Tang Zheng was going to bribe him, but before he could speak, he heard Tang Zheng say: "I see that the tables, chairs and benches in your bureau are very old. I will donate money to replace them with new ones."

Chen Feng hesitated for a moment, then opened his notebook and wrote a receipt to Tang Zheng.

Then I heard Tang Zheng continue: "Just go to my second brother and buy it. It will also take care of our family's business."

Chen Feng's hand paused when he signed, so this thousand and two dollars would eventually fall into the hands of the Tang family.

"Thank you for your donation. I will report this matter to the director."

Tang Zheng nodded and watched Chen Feng leave.

"Uncle Village Chief, why are you here?"

Tang Wenjin looked familiar to the man driving the bullock cart, and thought he was dazzled. When he got closer, he saw that he was actually the village chief.

The village chief stopped the bullock cart and trotted forward after seeing Tang Zheng.

"Uncle village chief, eat popsicles."

The village chief took the popsicle handed over by Tang Zheng. He didn't even have time to take a bite, and said excitedly: "Xiao Zheng, what a great thing!"

Tang Zheng wondered: "What good thing?"

"You have donated so much money to the school and the village. The principal discussed it with the town mayor, and at the same time, with the approval of his superiors, he appointed you as the vice principal of our town's primary school. The work permit has been issued for you!"

The village chief said, with trembling hands, he handed a red leather work permit to Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng was a little shocked. He didn't expect that someone who had never been to school for a day could still be the vice principal.

Tang Wenjin also looked in disbelief. He grabbed Tang Zheng's work permit, looked at it again and again, and finally had to accept this fact.

Tang Zheng wasn't too happy either, his expression was very dull.

Tang Zheng knew that the principal and the mayor asked her to be the vice principal just so that they would have more reason to get money from her if they had any need in the future.

"Thank you to the mayor and principal for their recognition. I will work hard."

The village chief then took a bite of the popsicle: "Now the school is building classrooms, and they are still two-story ones. Our town primary school is the only township primary school in Huayang that has a two-story building!"

Now when the village chief goes to the town for a meeting, he always sits in the first row, and the mayor takes the initiative to bring him water and cigarettes. This row of noodles is something he never dared to dream of.

Tang Zheng smiled and said: "Being able to make some contribution to my hometown and the school is what I should do."

Before the village chief left, he thought of one more thing: "After our two-story classroom is completed, there will be a completion ceremony, and the mayor will also participate. You must go back then!"

Tang Zheng asked: "How about the road construction in our village?"

The village chief looked a little melancholy again, and puffed on his unlit cigarette: "The school costs a bit too much, and we have to build a playground. We don't have much money left, and we don't know if it will be enough to pave the cement road."

"It doesn't matter. If there is not enough, I will make up for it."

As soon as Tang Zheng said these words, the village chief almost knelt down to Tang Zheng. His eyes were red, he was whimpering, and his nose was about to run out: "Xiao Zheng, you are so good!"

After sending the village chief away, Tang Zheng felt a little sleepy. After taking the medicine prescribed by Mr. Yao, she didn't feel sick anymore, she just felt excessive.

While she slept, Tang Wenjin studied Tang Zheng's documents, and suddenly felt hopeless.

In the evening, when Tang Wenhao came back from school and saw Tang Wenjin, he thought he was dazzled.

"Third brother?"

Tang Wenjin flipped through the document in his hand irritably: "You kid, show me quickly, what does this mean?"

Tang Wenhao could only accept his fate and go to make up lessons for Tang Wenjin. Tang Zheng casually pulled out a newspaper from the drawer.

Tang Zheng likes to read financial news these days. After all, she can be considered a businesswoman, and she needs to be stylish.

So she feels that people who read financial news are people with status.

Tang Zheng remembered that it wouldn't be long before the prices of gold and Moutai would skyrocket, so she had to find some money to buy gold and Moutai.

Tang Zheng casually flipped through the newspaper again, and his eyes fell on a photo inadvertently.

When she saw the silhouette in the black and white photo clearly, her heart beat faster, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

This is a family photo of the 110th birthday party for the head of the Ming family, the richest man in Beijing, and eight generations living together.

There were simply too many people in the photo, except for heads, but Tang Zheng still recognized him at a glance.

"Third brother."

Tang Zheng called out to Tang Wenjin, who was fussing over his calculations. Tang Wenjin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he no longer needed to be tortured.

"Little sister, what's wrong?"

He almost floated over like a gust of wind.

Tang Zheng pointed to a figure on the newspaper: "Look at him."

Tang Wenjin looked at the dark photo and couldn't see clearly what was in the photo for a long time.

"what happened?"

Tang Zheng poked at the newspaper hard: "Look at him, does he look familiar?"

Tang Wenjin had to turn his attention to the text under the photo, and then he realized that in this dark photo, the head was black and the face was white.

"Can't see clearly." Tang Wenjin told the truth.

Tang Zheng was extremely excited: "Third brother, take a closer look!"

Tang Wenjin saw that Tang Zheng's eyes were red, and said quickly: "Wait a minute, third brother goes to find Grandpa Yao to borrow some reading glasses."

Those reading glasses were bought by Xie Wan for Mr. Yao in order to express her filial piety to her elders.

When Mr. Yao received this gift, he was so excited that he almost cried.

Although the old man is old, he is neither deaf nor blind.

However, in order to express my love for the reading glasses given by Xie Wan, I can only wear them every day.

Mr. Yao, who originally had no eyesight, finally began to suffer from eyesight after a long period of abuse.

Tang Wenjin borrowed reading glasses and came back, put them on, and stared at them for a long time, wishing to poke holes in the newspaper. He didn't see anything strange in the photo. He couldn't even tell where the eyes were and where the nose was.

"Third brother, have you seen it?" Tang Zheng asked excitedly, covering his chest.

Tang Wenjin swallowed his saliva, then suddenly had an idea and began to read the fine print on the newspaper: "The richest man in Beijing, Mr. Yuan of the Ming family, announced at his 110th birthday banquet that he would select the heir to the Ming family's industry from the Yunsun generation. ”

Tang Zheng, who was originally excited, instantly fell down. His eyes fell on that photo again. Was it just a coincidence?

"What's wrong, show me!" Tang Wenhao finished his work and hurriedly came over.

Tang Zheng closed the newspaper directly: "There's nothing to do. Fourth brother, go and do your work."

When it was getting dark, Zheng Han came.

When Tang Zheng saw the person, he asked, "How is it? Is the case resolved?"

Zheng Han sighed: "It's almost coming to the surface."

Tang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Otherwise, it would be difficult for her to clean herself up even if she jumped into the Yellow River.

Zheng Han said solemnly: "The clues have been found on his son Wu Liang. Wu Liang had a guilty conscience. When he escaped, he had a car accident. He was in a coma. He doesn't know when he will wake up."

Tang Zheng had a headache, there were so many bad things.

"Then you come, do you have anything else to do?"