The leisurely life of a reborn dad

As for the other few people, there was no news.

At this time, Wang Zhifeng also understood that they had no chance with Xuemeng Food Factory.

Before coming, Wang Zhifeng had such a psychological preparation, and he did not feel particularly sad.

Xuemeng Food Factory, in terms of scale and popularity, has not reached the level that most people pursue.

After sending the specific address of Xuemeng Food Factory to Fu Xianghui and Tong Jiayi, Wang Zhifeng concentrated on his work.

Unlike contacting those people in Beijing, Cao Shujie wrote all the contact numbers on the list for him.

But the three people in Shanghai did not have a single contact number, only their work units and names, and Wang Zhifeng needed to find out the rest himself.

Wang Zhifeng was not even sure whether this person was still working in the original unit, which invisibly increased Wang Zhifeng's work difficulty.

But Wang Zhifeng knew in his heart that this was the normal working state. Those people in Beijing were the dishes delivered to his door, but he had not yet won them all.

Although he knew there were many reasons, Wang Zhifeng still felt that his work was not done well.

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When Wang Zhifeng launched a new round of poaching activities in Shanghai, Fu Xiangfeng called his wife and said that he would work overnight at the institute for two days.

At the same time, he asked for two days off from the institute and took the high-speed train to Yiling City directly.

Another person named Tong Jiayi also took the high-speed train to Yiling City. Aren’t they on the same train?

Moreover, Tong Jiayi and Fu Xianghui are different. Tong Jiayi has decided to work at Xuemeng Food Factory. He simply quit his research job in Beijing and prepared to go to Qingshi Town to get a million-dollar annual salary.

He has confidence in his ability and is not worried that this time he will be happy in vain.

Time slowly passed in the different moods of the two. For them, the future is a gamble.

It’s just that Tong Jiayi has already sacrificed himself and gambled everything he has.

On the other hand, Fu Xianghui is still hesitating and looking ahead and behind.

But there is no way. Tong Jiayi is a typical example of a person who feeds the whole family, while Fu Xianghui has a wife and children, and his children are still in elementary school in Beijing.

Before the unexpected incident of being poached by Xuemeng Food Factory, his wife Yang Xiaoxin had already made plans for her son's future studies.

It can even be extended to his son Fu Zikang's 5-year short-term plan, 10-year medium- and long-term plan, and 20-year life plan.

It is very difficult to change Yang Xiaoxin's position in just a few days.

Even if Xuemeng Food Factory gave Fu Xianghui an annual salary of 2 million, a house in the provincial capital, and helped his son solve the problem of going to school in the provincial capital, Yang Xiaoxin still did not move.

She firmly expressed her position to her husband Fu Xianghui that they would stay in Beijing and he could go wherever he wanted?

Fu Xianghui felt a little sad in his heart. He could not tell others about his pressure, even his wife did not listen, which made him feel very heavy.

He was very depressed and could not tell where his future path would be.

In this very strange mood, Fu Xianghui got off the train at Yiling Railway Station.

After leaving the train station, Fu Xianghui was still thinking that his time was limited, so he should not waste time by taking a long-distance bus or a city bus. He might as well take a taxi to Xuemeng Food Factory in Qingshi Town to meet and chat with his old colleague Cao Shujie.

But what he didn't expect was that just after leaving the train station and preparing to hail a taxi, Fu Xianghui heard someone calling him: "Old Fu, Old Fu, I'm here."

The voice was familiar, but he hadn't heard it for a long time.

Following the voice, Fu Xianghui saw a face that was not quite the same as his impression.

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The outline of the face in his memory was still recognizable. He was his former colleague Cao Shujie.

"Old Cao, why are you here?" Fu Xianghui was a little bit unbelievable and subconsciously called out the old name.

Cao Shujie said with a smile: "Manager Wang told me that you were coming today. I checked the buses from Beijing and thought that you were coming soon. I just had nothing else to do, so I came here in advance to wait."

Fu Xianghui was very touched. Just as he was thinking of saying a few words of thanks, Cao Shujie came over and grabbed the backpack in his hand, turned around and took him out.

"Old Fu, we haven't seen each other for almost seven years. Today I will take you to our village to eat something good. You can have a good rest for a night. If there is anything, we will talk tomorrow."

Fu Xianghui opened his mouth, but there was no clear response for a while.

Seeing that Fu Xianghui had been silent, Cao Shujie seemed to understand what he was thinking, and then said: "Old Fu, don't have any psychological burden. Whether you stay this time or not will not affect our friendship for many years."

In Cao Shujie's view, he and Fu Xianghui were colleagues for more than 20 years in their previous life. At that time, their situations were similar. They were both under great pressure. They gathered together to complain whenever they had time. After more than 20 years, the two of them became good friends who could talk about anything.

In addition, they are research talents who each have their own projects and have no clear conflict of interest. They are not just colleagues, but also good friends.

Fu Xianghui didn't think too much about it. He always felt that he and Cao Shujie got along well.

The two met again at this time and felt very cordial.

The two came to the parking lot together. Cao Shujie took him to his Range Rover, opened the door and called Fu Xianghui to get in.

"Old Fu, let me tell you, the beef in our village is definitely the best in Yiling City. Eat more later, have a good rest tonight, and go to Xuemeng Food Factory early tomorrow morning." Cao Shujie said.

"Let's go. I saw many people on the Internet saying that the beef in your village is delicious. Thanks to you, I will try it today."

After saying that, Fu Xianghui turned his head and looked at the car next to him: "Old Cao, this is the car you bought. It must be worth three or four million, right?"

Fu Xianghui is a man with an annual salary of more than 500,000 yuan. Although he has always been obsessed with project research, it does not mean that he is ignorant of the outside world.

Cao Shujie said: "It's just a means of transportation, Old Fu, get in the car quickly."

He and Cao Shujie got in the car on the left and right. Seeing Cao Shujie driving himself, Fu Xianghui also joked with him: "Old Cao, you are so successful now, didn't you find a driver for yourself?"

"I have a driver, but we haven't seen each other for many years. I thought that today I would chat with you, and it would be enough for the two of us." Cao Shujie drove out of the parking lot and drove out.

While driving, he told Fu Xianghui about his past few years and also introduced the situation of Xuemeng Food Factory to Fu Xianghui.

Wang Zhifeng had briefly introduced the scale, production, operation, sales and other data of Xuemeng Food Factory to Fu Xianghui, but it was far less detailed than what Cao Shujie said now.

Wang Zhifeng still had concerns about some data and did not dare to tell outsiders, but Cao Shujie, as the boss of Xuemeng Food Factory, had no such concerns.

Hearing Cao Shujie's detailed account of the company he founded, Fu Xianghui felt more and more touched. Just when the two were talking, Cao Shujie drove through Pingyuan County without stopping and continued to Caojiazhuang.

During this process, Fu Xianghui occasionally looked outside and found that compared with Beijing, this place was indeed very backward.

However, you can't judge things by appearances. For example, this old colleague next to him, who would have thought that he would develop to this point in 7 years.

Cao Shujie finally drove to the entrance of the farmhouse restaurant in Caojiazhuang, opened the door and got out of the car, and Fu Xianghui followed him out.

Cao Shujie pointed at the farmhouse restaurant and introduced it to Fu Xianghui: "Old Fu, don't look at this hotel as inconspicuous, but many people from the city or the province come here specifically for dinner."

"I won't say much else. The beef here is raised by me in the orchard, and the taste is unique." Cao Shujie said confidently.

He looked at Caojiazhuang bathed in the orange-red light of the setting sun, and the farmhouse restaurant in front of him, and then looked at the mountain next to it that pierced the sky. Thinking about the information he had deliberately searched on the Internet in the past few days, he subconsciously asked: "Old Cao, is this mountain the orchard?"

"Yes, it's here. The front piece was contracted by me to become an orchard, and the back piece was developed into a barren mountain. I invested more than 100 million, but now only 1/3 of the progress has been completed." Cao Shujie introduced the situation here to his old colleague.

Hearing about the situation on the mountain from Cao Shujie's introduction, Fu Xianghui still wanted to go to the orchard to take a look.

Cao Shujie also wanted to take him up there, but the time was not right, so Cao Shujie told him that it would not be too late to go up there tomorrow morning.

"Old Fu, you came at an unfortunate time this time. There is only one last wave of strawberries left in my orchard, and it will be over soon." Cao Shujie told him.

Fu Xianghui also felt a little regretful, and he told Cao Shujie: "It's a pity that I don't pay much attention to information on the Internet. If it weren't for Manager Wang coming to find me this time, I wouldn't have known that you made such a big fuss in your hometown."

"I have nothing to do, so I just made a small fuss." Cao Shujie said modestly.

Fu Xianghui smiled, facts speak louder than words.

Cao Shujie can be modest, but he can't take it lightly.

Cao Shujie led the way in front, and the two entered the farmhouse restaurant together. Fu Xianghui, who was walking behind, observed a detail. When they walked in, many people wearing farmhouse work clothes would subconsciously nod and greet them.

Without asking, Fu Xianghui also understood that Cao Shujie must have a share in this restaurant, it was just a matter of how much.

When Fu Xianghui tasted the specialty beef of the farmhouse restaurant, he couldn't stop eating.

Cao Shujie also joked with him: "Old Fu, just eat slowly. When you go back, I will pack some for you to take back and let your wife and children taste it."

Looking at Cao Shujie's enthusiastic face, Fu Xianghui felt a little sad. His wife felt that this place was too small and the educational resources here were backward compared to Beijing, so she didn't want to come here.

Fu Xianghui wanted to explain to him, but he couldn't say it at all.

Cao Shujie didn't know the pressure in Fu Xianghui's heart. He picked up a piece of braised beef and introduced to Fu Xianghui how he raised these cattle, and scientific breeding in the later stage.

Hearing Cao Shujie's detailed breeding details, Fu Xianghui realized that Cao Shujie was really not playing around.

Not long after, the waiter washed another basin of strawberries and brought them over. This was picked by Cao Shujie in the strawberry garden on the mountain.

He pointed at the strawberries in the basin and said to Fu Xianghui: "Old Fu, try the strawberries I grew myself. I guarantee that they taste better than the fruits you usually eat."

Fu Xianghui was not polite and took a strawberry and put it directly into his mouth, chewing it slowly.

At first he didn't care, but after chewing for a while, Fu Xianghui felt that the strawberry tasted better and better.

It has the same fragrance as the strawberries he ate before, unlike many new strawberry varieties cultivated now, which excessively pursue appearance and size, but ignore that strawberries are essentially fruits, and the taste itself is the most important.

What's even more ridiculous is that the strawberries that look beautiful and flashy can be sold at a very high price.

"Lao Cao, how do you grow these strawberries?" Fu Xianghui was very interested.

Cao Shujie smiled and said to Fu Xianghui: "Lao Fu, it's a coincidence. After I came back from Beijing, I inherited the orchard my parents gave me, but I found a problem. The kiwi fruit trees in the orchard have a long growth cycle, not much fruit, and are prone to disease. The most important thing is that the taste of the fruit is not good. I was thinking at the time, is there anything that can change it."

"You also know that we are all doing research in this area. I thought about it day and night at that time, and kept thinking about how to solve this problem. Don't say, I really found a way in the end."

Speaking of this, Fu Xianghui became excited. He didn't even eat, and kept staring at Cao Shujie, wanting to hear his solution.

Moreover, Fu Xianghui also realized that what Cao Shujie said was probably closely related to why he asked him to come.

Cao Shujie did not hide anything from Fu Xianghui and talked about his ideas for designing the nutrient solution.

Fortunately, Fu Xianghui could understand many of the professional terms Cao Shujie said.

Fu Xianghui became more and more engaged as he listened. He did not expect Cao Shujie to have such a wild idea.

"I understand. This is the same as giving people nutrition." Fu Xianghui said.

Cao Shujie nodded and said, "I have designed the first generation of nutrient solution, but the subsequent second generation is only half completed. This is a huge project. I need more people to study it together. As for the third and fourth generations, I only have ideas."

There is not even a theory.

"So you built a research institute just to do this research?" Fu Xianghui understood.

Cao Shujie nodded and said to Fu Xianghui, "Old Fu, I have experimented over the years. The first generation of nutrient solution I studied is effective for many plants. Do you understand?"

Fu Xianghui must understand what he meant. , because of this, Fu Xianghui thought of the great financial prospects of this nutrient solution.

"I didn't have money before, so I have been developing various projects to raise money. Now I have some savings, the laboratory has been built, and various equipment is being purchased. If you are willing to come, I will hand over this laboratory to you."

Hearing Cao Shujie's promise, Fu Xianghui couldn't take it lightly.