Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

Secretary Wan was also watching Boss Zhuang enjoying his dinner with a burning gaze. She had eaten lunch with him and knew how delicious the ingredients on the farm were. It was fine if Boss liked to eat more, but it was inappropriate to drink wine, right? Especially the wine brewed by the farm itself, which must contain a lot of sugar, right?

"Boss Zhuang, this wine is too sweet, can you just have a taste?"

Secretary Wan advised cautiously.

"Oh, okay." Boss Zhuang agreed good-temperedly. Secretary Wan's back was straighter than others. She still had a position in the boss's heart.

Then, Boss Zhuang took a dozen sips and the goblet was empty.

As expected, I only tasted it briefly and didn't drink it enough!

Boss Zhuang is a decisive man. He tested his blood sugar as soon as he returned to the hotel. He ate full meals for two consecutive days without any restrictions, but his blood sugar level did not increase and was steadily decreasing.

Boss Zhuang was in a really good mood, as the three guys who came to him for help were not chased out. They could just meet him and hear what he had to say. Anyway, the result of being fired and dismissed would not change.

The two bodyguards tried hard to express themselves clearly. They described being taken to a magical place, where there was a fat, golden boy who could fly and beat people, who asked them to dig a river, and they were not given food or rest. Their cell phones had no signal, so they couldn't call the police or inform the boss. There was no night in that place, and they didn't know the time. Then they were thrown back to the Leng family.

It's not that they are unprofessional! There is indeed force majeure.

It was very sad. They spoke so hard that their throats were hoarse, and everyone around them looked at them like they were idiots.

Boss Zhuang raised his finger and the two bodyguards were pulled out. It was obvious that the boss was not stupid. He told them to go wherever they wanted to cool down.

Leng Zhiqiang had the honor to stand in front of Boss Zhuang and cry. He was not pretending, he was really aggrieved and wanted to ask Boss Zhuang to give him another job opportunity. He was truly sincere towards Boss Zhuang.

"I really didn't lie. In order to convince Ding Guihua to sell the farm to Mr. Zhuang, I almost knelt down to her... Ding Guihua kicked me into the cornfield... You can't fire me. For our company, for Mr. Zhuang, and to buy the farm and the hot springs, I can't survive in the village anymore. Every villager scolds me when they see me..."

He was crying and sobbing, and indeed, he was in a very miserable situation. Even Secretary Wan was wiping his eyes.

The two bodyguards outside whose fates were sealed only regretted that they had not thought of using crying to solve problems between men.

Boss Zhuang came up with an idea while crying.

"Leng Zhiqiang, since you can't stay in Ma Liu Village anymore, I'll buy your house for you since you've been working for me for a while! You can go back to Hai City with the money and find a new job."

"Ah?" Leng Zhiqiang never expected that there would be such a weird solution.

Didn't you come here to buy the farm? At least you should buy the hot springs. Why did you suddenly change your mind and want to buy your own house?

"It's not suitable - right? The house in the village - is my family's old house after all. Besides, my mother is still alive, and I - if I can't make it outside, I have to have a place to return to." Leng Zhiqiang struggled hard. The house in the village could not be sold for much money, and there were several empty houses. One hundred thousand or eighty thousand was really nothing. If he sold it, he would be left with no roots.

But Mr. Zhuang was very pleased with his sudden idea of ​​buying a house. The food produced in the farm was suitable for his health. What if he bought it by force and it turned out badly? He couldn't let the relationship with the farm become strained, so he had to make a good deal of it.

If I chase this annoying guy far away and cut off his support so that he has no home to return to, the mother and daughter on the farm will definitely be happy and will look at me with new eyes.

It was a big mistake to let Leng Zhiqiang come forward to negotiate the purchase of the farm. Now, this deal has been rewritten and the relationship with the farm has been rebuilt.

Boss Zhuang said unequivocally: "Five hundred thousand."

"Ah?" Leng Zhiqiang exclaimed again. This price was really inflated. He couldn't make any excuses for it being so high. Every cell in his body was shouting "Sell, sell, sell!" But he also had a hidden greedy thought, "Is it possible that Mr. Zhuang didn't understand the market and could get a million?"

Boss Zhuang said calmly: "Go ask if there are any other families in Ma Liu Village willing to sell tomorrow..."

"Don't ask, I'll sell it!" Leng Zhiqiang was anxious. He was not stupid. He was selling it at several times the market price. How could he not make money? At worst, he could buy it from someone else later. He also had roots in Ma Liu Village. He could make a net profit of 400,000 yuan with one sale.

I no longer dare to wonder if it’s possible to fool people into making a million.

"Okay, let's do the formalities tomorrow."

Boss Zhuang made the final decision, and Leng Zhiqiang walked out of the hotel ready to go. He still had a lot of things to do. To sell the old house, he needed the old lady's approval and went through the procedures in the village.

Five hundred thousand! I’ve never seen so much money in my entire life. How should I spend it after I get it?

Poor old lady Leng didn't know she had to sell the old house when she got older. Now she took out piles of bills of different denominations from under her pillow and counted the money. Alas, she has everything she needs at her age, but she can't spend it! How about making more valuable items for her old man's grave? She has already made color TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, and electric tricycles. How about adding mobile phones, cars, and three-story villas?

Well, this is good. I can use it and live there when I go down there.

The old lady, who was so full of hope, was quite happy when she saw Secretary Ma coming to her house the next day. Boss Zhuang came to buy breakfast for her again, and she was really happy to collect the money!

Secretary Ma had a look of sympathy and anger. That bastard Leng Zhiqiang actually planned not to tell the old lady and to go through the procedures of the village committee to sell the house himself. He said that the old lady didn't need the old house anyway because she lived with Leng Yanqiu, and he was the only son of the Leng family, so it should be his.

"Your son wants to sell the old house. Do you agree?"

After Secretary Ma asked this question, he saw the old lady’s smile disappear and her confused expression turn into a blank one.

"What—you agree? I didn't hear clearly. I'm hard of hearing—"

Secretary Ma said in a loud voice, "Your Leng Zhiqiang, come to me and ask me to sell your house, your old house!"

It’s a good thing that the buying and selling of land is not allowed, otherwise Leng Zhiqiang would have to make money from ten acres of land.

Old Mrs. Leng was completely confused.

Heaven and earth, this is terrible. The old man died too early, and there is no male in the family to take over. Who can stop the eldest son from selling the Leng family's old house?

"Can't-sell-"

The old lady collapsed to the ground gorgeously. All the aunts and ladies in the workshop noticed her. They immediately pinched her philtrum and tiger's mouth to prevent her from fainting. If she fainted, they could pinch her back to life.

"You've lost your mind, haven't you? It's better not to have your son now. If you're angry, just go and hit him. If you don't want to sell it, then don't sell it. Isn't our secretary here to support you?"

Aunt Liu was talking nonstop, and Secretary Ma came to his senses from his fright, and ran out immediately, gritting his teeth. Did that bastard Leng Zhiqiang want to fool him? He was asked to come and inform the old lady about the sale of the house. If the old lady really died in a sudden death, who would be responsible?