Wu Jun told Dong Lizhu to do the matter of assigning Angel's car.

As a result, Dong Lizhu understands the importance of this airborne CEO in the eyes of her nephew.

There are two cars at one time, and they are all luxury cars of several millions, and one of them has to contact the manufacturer for customization.

The average person does not have this kind of treatment.

At noon, Wu Jun invited Dong Lizhu and Angel to have a meal together, bringing the two closer.

The future of Junheng Group will be cooperated by these two partners.

One is my aunt who can be completely trusted.

One is the more reliable Angel.

Leaving the group company to the two to take care of, Wu Jun was very relieved.

After eating, the three of them returned to the company together, each back to his office.

At the beginning of the establishment of the group company, everything was not yet running, and Dong Lizhu and Angel had a bunch of things to deal with.

On the contrary, Wu Jun, the chairman, is the most relaxed, and he can take a nap when he is busy.

After drinking some wine at noon, Wu Jun woke up to find that it was already a little dark outside.

Rubbing his eyes, he raised his hand and glanced at the time.

It's 4:40 p.m., and it's time to leave work in another twenty minutes.

As soon as he slept until the end of work, Wu Jun couldn't help but sigh that time passed quickly.

Rubbing his face, Wu Jun took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table and lit it.

Getting up and walking to the window, Wu Jun condescendingly looked at the dense traffic on the city road, and his eyes wandered a little.

Wu Jun thinks about it now, and suddenly feels that before Angel appeared, after he broke away from the small supermarket to start a company, his life seemed to be a mess, tired and unorderly.

In the first days, Wu Jun enjoyed that feeling, watching the company grow day by day, with more and more bank deposits, and felt very fulfilling.

But lately, even though Angel has shared most of his work, he has gradually begun to feel a little bored.

Especially after hearing what happened to Li Xiaoxiao from Li Yourong today, Wu Jun felt that his mind was a little messy.

Li Xiaoxiao was originally a good girl, with a cheerful personality, beautiful looks, and a job with a good income.

As a result, it ended up like this kind of situation where one person with children and no one dares to return home.

Wu Jun was still upset for Li Xiaoxiao at that time, and strongly condemned that irresponsible bastard.

But what about myself? I don't seem to be qualified to talk about others, and I have surpassed it.

Originally, he was torn between Xu Fei and Jiang Yi, but now he has joined in with Chen Lin.

Why are you so scumbag?

It is a truth that men become bad when they are rich, and it is really a truth that can stand the test of time.

Hearing the knock on the door, Wu Jun came back to his senses from wandering, and Dong Lizhu came in and shouted that he was off work.

Wu Jun first went to meet Angel and drove her back to the downstairs of the Yulongwan community.

Angel got out of the car, took a few steps forward, turned back, and knocked on the cab window.

After Wu Jun came back to his senses, he put down the glass and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Angel and Wu Jun looked at each other for two seconds and asked, "Go up and sit down?" You seem to have something on your mind, you can tell me, and I will give you an idea." ”

On the way back, the two didn't say a word, and Angel also found that Wu Jun's state today was a little abnormal, and she endured it without asking.

Before parting, Angel finally couldn't hold back.

"No need, I'm fine, rest early. Wu Jun smiled, closed the window, started the car and left.

Angel stood still until Tesla's taillights disappeared at the entrance of the community, and then she turned and walked towards the entrance of the building.

Wu Jun drove out of the Yulongwan community, and it was almost six o'clock in the evening.

At this point in time, Shimen's road transportation network entered the peak period.

Go to Xu Fei's Xisanzhuang villa area, or go to Jiang Yi's Zhongyang Yuecheng?

There are so many choices, and sometimes it's a source of distress.

In this way, Tesla started and stopped, and Wu Jun drove with the traffic aimlessly.

Wu Jun's state at the moment, and his plan for his future, are aimless.

After the establishment of the group company, he felt that he had lost his fighting spirit.

With billions of dollars at a young age, what is there to be dissatisfied with becoming the CEO of a group company?

What else is there to pursue?

Halfway through, Wu Jun got on and off the bus and bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter at the tobacco and alcohol supermarket on the street.

I saw all kinds of drinks on the shelves of the tobacco and alcohol supermarket, including Jianlibao, which was in full swing a long time ago and has now been dusted by two Cokes.

Suddenly remembering the taste of his childhood, Wu Jun took out his mobile phone and scanned a bottle of Jianlibao.

In fact, what people ultimately miss is the situation in their memories, the people of that year, and the feeling of that year.

Because when Wu Jun was a child, in terms of his family background, Jianlibao was a high-end drink.

In a year, he and Ma Siyu can only get a bottle of Jianlibao on their birthdays, at the begging of the two.

The two of you take a sip, and I take a sip, just like drinking the elixir fairy dew, and I am not willing to drink it in large gulps.

A bottle of Jianlibao can be drunk by two children for a week.

At that time, the family was too poor, in order to provide for the two of them to go to school and save for the two of them to go to college in the future, Ma Dongmei lived a very detailed life.

Wu Jun's first taste of Jianlibao is not inferior to the first time he drank Feitian Moutai brought to him by Lao Luo, and the original Junheng 998 brewed by Lao Xu.

In this way, Wu Jun drank Jianlibao, drove a Tesla, and continued to wander aimlessly on the main road of Shimen City.

When the car turned, Wu Jun saw an old lady with half-white hair sitting on the sidewalk on the side of the road.

The old lady's clothes were very thick, and the big cotton jacket of dull gray and black was very common, shivering in the night breeze at the end of November in Shimen.

On the ground in front of the old lady was a layer of fabric that looked like a bed sheet and a tablecloth.

On the fabric were hand-knitted gloves and a few brightly colored woolen scarves.

Wu Jun drove by, and his heart seemed to be touched by something.

Seeing that the road was quite spacious and he didn't follow the car, Wu Jun slowly retreated again, opened the door and got out of the car, squatted in front of the old man and asked, "Auntie, how do you sell these gloves and scarves?"

The old lady looked at the clothes Wu Jun was wearing, then looked at his age, temperament, and then looked at his car.

Obviously, from all aspects, this young man is estimated to be the legendary rich second generation.

The old lady was a little surprised by the presence of this customer.

In these days, young men, especially this kind of rich second generation, where are there still scarves with such knitted gloves.

When the old lady came back to her senses, she rubbed her hands together and said, "Ten gloves and twenty scarves, all of which I have woven by hand, keep you warm when you wear them." ”

Wu Jun smiled and said, "Auntie, I want all of you, how much do you count?"

The old lady was not carried away by this sudden big customer, glanced at the pile of gloves and towels on her stall, and said with a puzzled expression: "It's too much, young man, you can't wear it if you buy so much." ”

Wu Jun said: "There are many people in my family, and one set is not enough." ”

"That's ......"

After hearing Wu Jun's explanation, the old lady smiled on her face that was a little stiff from the cold: "Then I'll help you count." ”

The old lady took out two large plastic bags from a cloth bag sewn from the fabric next to her, counted her gloves and scarf carefully, and put them into two plastic bags.

The first time she counted them, the old lady seemed to have forgotten the number, and poured out the gloves and scarf that had been packed again, and counted them all again.

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