The leisurely life of a reborn dad

On the other side, Fu Xianghui asked the driver to drive him back to the community. After parking the car in the underground parking lot, the driver rode away on his electric donkey.

Fu Xianghui was not in a hurry to go home. Instead, he walked to the steps in front of his unit where he took the elevator up and sat down. Apart from people walking around, there were no cars coming here, so it was relatively safe.

He was thinking carefully about the topic he would talk to Wang Zhifeng tonight. He was not stupid and understood what Wang Zhifeng meant.

Because of this, Fu Xianghui did not agree rashly. He needed to consider everything comprehensively and go home to ask his wife's opinion.

For their family, changing their jobs, regardless of their income level, is a big deal in itself.

There are too many things involved.

Is the house you live in now for sale?

If the three conditions proposed by Wang Zhifeng can be fulfilled, he will not have to spend any money to buy a house again. This house can be kept to wait for continued appreciation, or for future use.

The second thing is that the issue of his son going to school is a top priority for him.

In comparison, houses are secondary.

If he leaves the capital to work in a research institute in a rural town to study new topics, will his wife be willing to go?

But Fu Xianghui thought about the conditions offered by Wang Zhifeng, an annual salary of 2 million, a house in the provincial capital, and settling the matter for his son to go to school in the provincial capital. When these three conditions were added together, he was indeed very moved.

Fu Xianghui never told his family that in the capital, he felt that he could no longer withstand the pressure coming from all directions, and he might not be crushed one day.

Many times, Fu Xianghui would think of Lao Cao, who returned to his hometown after resigning from the research institute a few years ago. He envied Lao Cao's courage to let go and leave as soon as he said it, but he did not have the courage.

He worried about so many things that even today, a few years later, he is still the same and his life has not changed much.

Suddenly hearing the news about Lao Cao, Fu Xianghui couldn't adapt to it for a while.

Moreover, Fu Xianghui really didn't expect that after Cao Shujie resigned and left the capital, he would prosper in his hometown and invest at least one billion to establish his own company.

"Then his net worth is at least several billion, right?" Fu Xianghui speculated in his mind.

This change is too big.

He was thinking, how could a person change so much?

But Fu Xianghui had no answer no matter how much he thought about it. Just when he was lost in thought, his cell phone rang.

Fu Xianghui subconsciously answered the phone and realized that it was his wife Yang Xiaoxin calling.

"Hey, wife, what's wrong?" Fu Xianghui asked.

Yang Xiaoxin asked with concern: "Xiang Hui, where are you? Have you finished talking about the matter you mentioned? It's getting late, so come back soon."

"Oh, I just finished talking for a while. I'll be home in a minute." Fu Xianghui said to his wife.

"Okay, have you drank? Do you want me to make you a bowl of rock sugar snow pear in advance?" Yang Xiaoxin asked again.

Fu Xianghui wanted to say he hadn't drank, but half a pound of white wine didn't change his face or the smell of alcohol on his body, and he couldn't get over it for a while.

"Drink a little, not a lot." Fu Xianghui told his wife.

"Okay, I'll wait until you come back to talk." Yang Xiaoxin didn't ask any more questions and asked him to pay attention to his safety.

He also said that he would remember to call her when he waited in the underground parking lot.

Putting his phone in his pocket again, Fu Xianghui suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.

But after searching through the pockets of his jacket and trouser pockets, he found that there was not a single cigarette on him.

When I was going to buy a pack of cigarettes, I heard the sound of a car engine, followed by a buzzing sound and the squeaking sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

After a while, the incandescent light of the LED headlights shone again, and Fu Xianghui only felt that there was a white curtain in front of him.

He subconsciously raised his hands to block his eyes, waiting for the screeching sound of tires and the ground to ring in his ears. After stopping suddenly, the car seemed to have stopped, and the incandescent lights dimmed instantly.

Fu Xianghui didn't understand why the floor of the underground parking lot had to be made of epoxy resin. The wear resistance of this kind of floor was indeed good, but the problem was that the noise from the tires when turning was unbearable.

And if you drive fast in this place, it's easy to slip.

The only good thing is that it's easy to clean.

Not long after, the sound of someone getting out of the car and walking was heard.

Coincidentally, when the visitor came to Fu Xianghui's side, he saw Fu Xianghui sitting on the steps. He paused and then shouted in surprise: "Brother Fu, why are you sitting here?"

"It's brother Feng Lai, have you just come back?" Fu Xianghui saw the person coming, he stood up and said hello.

This is the door opposite him. Call Song Feng.

The two families have lived in this community for many years. They often say hello to each other after seeing each other, and occasionally get together for a drink.

"Brother Feng Lai, do you have a cigarette?" Fu Xianghui asked him.

Song Fenglai took out cigarettes and a lighter from his trouser pocket, handed the whole box to Fu Xianghui, and asked Fu Xianghui worriedly if something was wrong.

After lighting the cigarette, Fu Xianghui returned the rest to Song Fenglai. He took two strong puffs and then said in a deep voice: "Brother Fenglai, what do you think of this place in the capital?"

"How is it?" Song Fenglai pondered the deeper meaning of Fu Xianghui's words.

He finally said: "How should I put it? This place must be better for the locals, but not very friendly for us outsiders."

"Life is stressful, but there are also many opportunities." Song Fenglai thinks so.

People, no matter where they are, if there is no pressure, they will really be useless!

"Yes, brother Feng Lai is young and has such a successful career, unlike me, who can't do anything except research." Fu Xianghui particularly admired Song Fenglai in this regard.

He has been working at the Agricultural Science Research Institute in Beijing since graduation, but Song Fenglai is different. He really came here to make a career, and he came all the way, which also allowed him to make a career here.

Song Fenglai also opened a small company in the capital. Although the scale was not large, he earned a lot of money every year and his life was better than his.

The last time the two families had dinner, he heard Song Feng talk about changing houses.

The general idea is that the current two-bedroom house is too small, and he wants to upgrade to a larger three- or four-bedroom house, and is still hesitating.

"Brother Fu, you hold the cigarette and smoke it first. I have something urgent to do when I go up. I will come down and chat with you later." Song Fenglai kept looking at the watch on his wrist frequently, as if he was in a hurry for time.

Fu Xianghui got out of the way. Behind him was a door. At the end, there was an elevator going upstairs to them: "Brother Feng Lai, hurry up. I don't want any cigarettes, just this one."

"It's okay, Brother Fu, please rest for a while. I'll be down in a moment." Song Fenglai left a cigarette for Fu Xianghui and hurried up.

Fu Xianghui was still smoking, finishing one cigarette and then lighting another, much more frequently than he usually smoked.

Maybe he breathed a little too much. He coughed for a while, and just as he recovered, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Xiang Hui, why are you smoking here?" came the voice of his wife Yang Xiaoxin.

She continued: "I was just about to come down and wait for you, and I happened to bump into Brother Song who had just gone up. He told me that you were sitting down there, and I thought something had happened to you."

Fu Xianghui didn't feel that Song Fenglai had 'betrayed' him. He smiled and said to his wife, "I've just arrived and I can't figure out something. I want to be alone here."

"Tell me what's going on," she asked.

Just after she finished speaking, Yang Xiaoxin remembered another thing. She said to Fu Xianghui: "Xiang Hui, let's go home first. Zikang is still sleeping. If he wakes up and can't find me, he may be in a hurry."

"Let's go." Fu Xianghui heard his wife mentioning his son and knew the seriousness of the matter.

After arriving at home, Yang Xiaoxin first went to her son's bedroom to take a look. He was still sleeping.

She then walked into the living room and looked at her husband carefully. Suddenly she felt that her husband seemed much older and looked more haggard overall.

She didn't speak, silently waiting for her husband to speak out.

After a brief silence, Fu Xianghui took the initiative and told his wife everything he had talked with Wang Zhifeng.

Finally, he specifically mentioned Cao Shujie, an old colleague who resigned and returned to his hometown to start a business seven years ago, and specifically named Wang Zhifeng as the person sent by Cao Shujie in order to persuade him to continue his research in a place called Qingshi Town.

"Xiang Hui, I have no impression of the 'Old Cao' you mentioned, but I'm curious. If he can't get along in the capital, why can he prosper when he returns to his hometown?"

"Also, what kind of research is he planning to do in his hometown? There must be a lot of great people in your research institute. Why doesn't he try to attract others, but why does he recruit you?"

"I'll give you an annual salary of 2 million, give you a house in the provincial capital, and help Zikang solve the problem of going to school in the provincial capital. Each of these conditions is very generous, but I wonder, what does he see in you? ?" Yang Xiaoxin was surprisingly calm.

She even felt that this was a trap and she must not agree to it easily.

Besides, Qingshi Town is a small town no matter how you hear it. So what if it is one of the top 100 towns in the country?

Can it be compared with the capital that brings together the best of the country?

"Another point is that we finally obtained the household registration in the capital. Zikang goes to school in the capital. There are many conveniences. The resources he enjoys are not comparable to those in the small cities below. Even the provincial capital cannot have more resources than the capital. What a good resource." Yang Xiaoxin was very persistent.

Fu Xianghui opened his mouth and felt a suffocating pressure.

The couple broke up unhappy over this topic.

Fu Xianghui wanted to express the pressure in his heart, but he couldn't.

"Xiang Hui, I'm going to bring you the rock sugar and snow pear soup. After you drink it, you should go to bed early. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Yang Xiaoxin said.

After finishing speaking, Yang Xiaoxin went to the kitchen first.

Fu Xianghui sighed faintly when he saw this scene.

But that night, Fu Xianghui didn't sleep well at all.

He lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and his heart could not be calm for a long time.

He stayed up until dawn, when he couldn't stand it any longer, so he closed his eyes and took a rest.

…

On the other side, Wang Zhifeng waited until after 9 o'clock the next morning, but no news came from Fu Xianghui.

He seemed to feel that this matter was about to end.

However, Wang Zhifeng had already been mentally prepared, so he was not in a hurry and continued to contact the few people below.

In two consecutive days, Wang Zhifeng met with a total of four people except Fu Xianghui. Two of them had a good conversation and had not given a clear final answer.

The other two people were still hesitating.

But Wang Zhifeng is not in a hurry. This time, the matter of coming here has come to an end, and Wang Zhifeng is ready to set off for a trip to the magic city.

Then I went back to the company and applied to Cao Shujie to visit several agricultural universities to discuss establishing long-term cooperative relationships between the universities and their company.

Before leaving, Wang Zhifeng sent messages to the five people he had contacted, telling them that they were not in a hurry to give him a definite answer, but they could take some time to go to Qingshi Town to see the situation of their research institute, and then decide whether to continue working in the original unit after returning.

After all, for these people, it is definitely difficult to adapt to suddenly asking them to change their place of work.

…

Fu Xianghui has been distracted at work these two days.

He looks a little dazed if he is not careful.

He has been thinking about quitting his job and going to work at Cao Shujie's research institute in Qingshi Town.

But when he mentioned this issue to his wife these two days, his wife seemed very impatient, and his wife also made it clear that it didn't matter where he wanted to go, anyway, they were in Beijing and didn't go anywhere.

"You just need to give us living expenses regularly. If you don't want to give it, I will find a way to solve it myself." This is also what Yang Xiaoxin said.

The balance in Fu Xianghui's heart tilted back and forth, but for the sake of his family, he finally decided to give up the idea of ​​going to Qingshi Town.

But when he saw the text message from Wang Zhifeng, telling him that he didn't have to quit his job yet, but to go to Qingshi Town to see the situation there before making a final decision, Fu Xianghui's originally dead idea was revived.

He was still a little unwilling to live such a dull life, thinking about telling his wife that he would work overtime for two days at the institute and he would not go home yet.

He would take two more days off from the institute and go to the place called Qingshi Town. It would be best to have a face-to-face chat with his colleague Lao Cao and ask him what he has done over the years.

We all have one head, two arms and two legs. Why did he become rich after leaving Beijing?

I really can't figure it out!

After Wang Zhifeng arrived in Shanghai and was about to start working here, he received a message from Fu Xianghui. Fu Xianghui told Wang Zhifeng in the text message that he was going to go to Qingshi Town to ask Wang Zhifeng for a more specific address.

In addition to Fu Xianghui, Wang Zhifeng also received a message from another person named Tong Jiayi.

Unlike Fu Xianghui who was still hesitant, Tong Jiayi clearly stated in the text message that he had quit his job here and was going to work in Qingshi Town.

For no other reason, to make money!

Wang Zhifeng verbally promised to give him an annual salary of 1 million.

His annual income in the research institute here was only more than 300,000. With a three-fold difference, even a fool would know what to choose.

What's more, Wang Zhifeng also said that he would give him a 120-square-meter house in Yiling City for his family to settle down. As long as he did not resign from the new company within 5 years, the house would belong to him personally.

But if Tong Jiayi resigned within 5 years, the house would still belong to Xuemeng Food Factory.

In short, the conditions were given, but there is no free lunch in the world, and he also had to pay accordingly. (End of this chapter)