Old Wang Doesn't Want to be Tragic

Sitting in the car and breaking open the shell of chestnuts, Wang Zhaomou looked sideways at the neighborhood next to him, and put the still hot chestnut pulp into his mouth.

The acquisition of a real estate company went very smoothly. Among the several real estate companies that Lao Qi found, it just so happened that one of the companies had the only piece of land in their hands, which happened to be the community opposite Yeshou.

The owner of this real estate company originally saw the prosperity of the nightlife street, so he took pictures of the land opposite, and wanted to change the residential land into commercial land, build shops, and earn him a lot of money.

The matter went relatively smoothly before. The boss opened up the relationship with the planning department of Sioux City, and it was about to be completed. However, the deputy mayor in charge of Sioux City noticed this situation. Considering that this land was just a residential land index , resolutely disagree with the change of the nature of the land use right.

So the matter was put on hold like this. The real estate company spent a lot of money to photograph this land at that time, but now they can't even change the nature of the land use, let alone the subsequent projects.

When Lao Qi found this company, the boss had already owed his debts, and the wages of the employees were three months in arrears, and people were panicked.

After Wang Zhaomou decided to make the acquisition, he immediately held a staff meeting to pay the wages owed by the company to stabilize the morale of the army. In one week, he set up a company cafeteria, provided free working meals for employees, and formulated a paid vacation system, and also subsidized transportation expenses.

These actions have stabilized the company's atmosphere, and some employees who originally wanted to leave after receiving their wage arrears also stayed.

Waiting for the hearts of the people to come together, Wang Zhaomou then determined the company's short-term direction, making it clear that the land in hand would not be converted into commercial land, but would be used to build small high-rise residential buildings. After making up my mind, I can only swallow my doubts.

"By the way, Wang Zhaoyun has been in the Wang family for the past two days, how is he doing?" Wang Zhaomou asked Lao Qi casually while peeling chestnuts.

"I met a group of friends who love to flatter me in the company." Lao Qi sighed. What, and..."

"What else?" Wang Zhaomou said flatly.

"Master Zhaoyun made a fuss in his supervisor's office yesterday, saying that a dog can do whatever the supervisor asked him to do. Did you discuss it with the supervisor to deliberately suppress him and prevent him from displaying his talents?"

Wang Zhaomou smiled, and it really wasn't unexpected at all.

"Give him a promotion." Wang Zhaomou squeezed a chestnut, his eyes under the lens smiled lightly, "Let him manage the plastic products factory that is still in operation."

The plastic product factory is Wang's fortune. Even though the benefits are not as good as before, Father Wang still attaches great importance to it.

"Boss, this...isn't it good?" Lao Qi was a little embarrassed. If a good factory was in Wang Zhaoyun's hands, he might not know what it would be like.

"I have such a heavy burden, and he should help me share it." Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and continued peeling the chestnuts, and the bruise on the boy's face flashed in his mind.

"Besides, I have other things."

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In the afternoon of the next day, what Ji Dabao had been worrying about for a long time finally happened.

Ji Lianhuo patted the gray plastic jar, shook out the last bit of rice paste powder, rinsed it with boiling water, it was thin and light, and the fragrance of rice paste could hardly be smelled.

Ji Dabao drank the rice cereal with little water in the clear soup spoonful by spoonful, feeling bitter in his heart, but he couldn't express it.

Seeing Ji Dabao drink the water in a sensible way, Ji Lianhuo felt a little uncomfortable. He took out the money he earned in the past two days, calculated and calculated, and gritted his teeth to scrape together six yuan.

Ji Dabao poked his head out of curiosity, and now a can of rice cereal doesn't seem to cost six yuan.

"Last time when I went to the clinic, the doctor said that you were malnourished and needed to take some milk powder." Ji Lianhuo took out a small notebook, skipped the English words in the front, turned directly to the back, and kept the money.

"The stall will be closed later, and I will go to the canteen to buy milk powder with you."

milk powder?

Ji Dabao's eyes lit up little by little, can he drink milk powder? !

Thinking about the smell of milk powder, Ji Dabao wiped the corners of his mouth uselessly, leaned on Ji Lianhuo's back, and couldn't help waving his little hands excitedly.

milk powder!

After drinking rice cereal for so long, I can finally taste the taste of milk powder!

Sensing the cub's happiness, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but twitched his mouth, put the remaining half of the pencil end into his pocket, put away the ledger, and continued to look at the stall.

The robust man patrolling not far away knew that the big boss was visiting this stall, so he took extra care of it, and looked over from time to time to see if the boy and the chestnut seller needed help.

As night approached, it was a rare peace. Ji Dabao kept thinking about milk powder, and drank milk powder in his dreams. When he woke up and saw that it was dark, he was even happier.

There were fewer and fewer people on the street. Ji Lianhuo took a deep breath in his hands and started to close the stall. The man patrolling next to him came over to help, picked up the fruit box, and put it firmly on the small flatbed cart.

Ji Lianhuo thanked him, pushed the cart and was about to leave, when he heard a hurried shout from behind.

"That fruit seller, don't go!"

Ji Lianhuo turned around and saw the aunt who was carrying oranges, trotting in a hurry.

"Return the money, I won't eat your oranges!" Panting, the aunt threw a bag of oranges into Ji Lianhuo's flatbed cart.

Ji Lianhuo opened the bag and took a look. The oranges inside were all fresh and none of them were bad.

Just looking at the bag, he knew he sold it. In the past, Ji Lianhuo would weigh the catty and refund the money without saying a word, but today, thinking of the six yuan that was so evenly distributed, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but ask, "Can you Just to ask……"

"You still have the nerve to ask!" The aunt rolled her eyes, "My grandson ate your oranges and got a lot of red rashes! I didn't know why at first, but I didn't know about you until someone asked me where I bought it. It is the scourge of the Ji family!"

Ji Lianhuo was silent for a moment, then took out the scale from the cart again, weighed the oranges, and refunded the aunt two dollars.

The aunt took the money, shook it around twice, and left cursing as if she was afraid it would be dirty.

The man who was helping, looked at the scene in front of him, and subconsciously took a step back.

Ji Lianhuo reinstalled the scale, pulled the cart without saying a word, and walked in the direction of going back.

Even if Ji Lianhuo didn't say anything, Ji Dabao knew that the milk powder was ruined.

A strong sense of grievance welled up in his heart, Ji Dabao pursed his lips, trying to hold back.

Although there were people who returned fruit before, but for some reason, this time, it was particularly sad.

The milk powder was gone, Ji Lianhuo originally wanted to buy a can of rice cereal for Ji Dabao, but he came back too late, the nearby canteen was closed, and early the next morning, amidst his uncle's loud snoring, Ji Lianhuo pulled the board The car went out, and the canteen was not open yet.

Ji Lianhuo carried fruit as usual, and on the way to set up a stall with a cart, Ji Dabao clearly felt that his uncle's pace was a little slower today.

The sky had turned bright, Ji Lianhuo parked the cart at the entrance of the small supermarket, carried Ji Dabao on his back, and walked into the supermarket.

Standing in front of the shelf, Ji Dabao leaned on Ji Lianhuo's shoulder and saw the price of milk powder.

Supermarkets are different from alley shops. The cheapest milk powder in bags costs 12 yuan a bag.

Ji Lianhuo squatted down and saw a box of rice cereal under the shelf.

It costs six yuan a box, and the quantity is pitifully small.

One big and one small came out of the small supermarket empty-handed, Ji Dabao pursed his lips, trying to hold back his grievance again.

"Xiao Ji, are you here?" Uncle Yu put his hands in his hands and greeted him as usual, but found that Ji Lianhuo lowered his eyes today and seemed to be in a very depressed mood.

"What's the matter, Xiao Ji?" Uncle Yu skillfully took out Ji Dabao's gaping bowl from the cart, and poured boiling water into it.

Ji Lianhuo took the bowl to thank him, glanced at the patrolling man next to him, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Ji Dabao had only hot water to drink today, and he ate two oranges, but he was not hungry at all. Before noon, his stomach was already rumbling, and he was so hungry that he panicked.

In order to save Ji Dabao's milk powder money, Ji Lianhuo was not willing to buy steamed buns for himself. This morning in the wholesale market, he ate half of the bad apples that no one else wanted, and he has been resisting until now.

The sun rose slowly, one big and one small were a little dizzy, for some reason, Ji Lianhuo felt as if he was hallucinating, and saw the person in his dream last night, standing opposite.

Wang Zhaomou was also a little puzzled.

I had been standing in front of the stall for two or three minutes, the boy hadn't said anything, Ji Dabao had lost his usual vigor, and he hadn't poked his head out of Ji Lianhuo's shoulder.

"Ji Lianhuo?" Wang Zhaomou waved his hands in front of the young man, as if Ji Lianhuo had just recovered, he pursed his thin lips and tried his best.

"Zhaomou...brother."

Hearing his uncle's voice, Ji Dabao climbed hard, poked his head out, looked at the young man in front of him, all kinds of grievances suddenly gathered and exploded for no reason, and cried "wow".

"Dabao." Hearing the cry of the child, Ji Lianhuo hurriedly hugged and patted the child. Ji Dabao was crying so hard that the golden beans kept dropping.

Seeing that the boy's figure was a little unstable, Wang Zhaomou supported the boy's body with one hand. After thinking for a while, he carefully picked up Ji Dabao from Ji Lianhuo's hand.

Surrounded by the pleasant scent, Ji Dabao choked a few times, a snot bubble appeared, he grabbed Wang Zhaomou's clothes with one hand, and held on tightly with all his strength.

Looking at the big and small ones in front of him, Wang Zhaomou vaguely guessed the reason, and turned around to meet Lao Qi.

"Put his cart and fruit in the trunk."

Lao Qi moved quickly, Wang Zhaomou got into the car with Ji Dabao in his arms, sat inside, and hooked Ji Lianhuo who was standing outside in a daze.

"Come up."

Ji Lianhuo seemed to be in a daze, all vigilance was thrown to the back of his mind, he got into the car obediently, sat beside Wang Zhaomou, put his hands on his lap, and tightly grasped the cloth under his hands.

"Go to the shopping plaza." Wang Zhaomou took out a piece of paper, soaked it in water, and wiped Ji Dabao's face carefully.

Ji Dabao stopped crying as soon as he got into the car, his dark eyes were still full of tears, and his little hand was tightly clutching Wang Zhaomou's clothes, refusing to let go no matter what.

The author has something to say:

Wang Zhaomou (with a gentle smile): Every sip of milk powder must be returned, understand?

Boss Xiaoba: ...

(Mixed doubles in preparation...)