Wu Jun stood patiently in front of the stall, without urging, waiting for the old lady to count.

"16 pairs of gloves are 160, 13 scarves are 260, and ...... in total"

The old lady said, took out an elderly machine from her pocket, opened the calculator that came with it and calculated: "It's a total of 420 yuan, you can give me 400." ”

"Don't, it's not easy for you to come out on a cold day to sell this, you can have as much as you want. ”

Wu Jun put the two packed big bags into the trunk, took out his wallet, took out 5 100 sheets from it, handed them to the old lady and said, "Auntie, I don't have any change on me." ”

"Somebody just bought a pair of gloves, and I looked for him with all the change, but I couldn't find so much. The old lady took the money and counted it, and said, "I'll go to Lao Zhang next to me to change some change, and soon, you wait for me for a while." ”

Wu Jun said: "You take it first, I'll go back to the car to look for it and see if there is any change." ”

After Wu Jun got into the car, he closed the car door, pressed the window, leaned over and said to the old lady: "Auntie, there is no change in the car, you don't need to look for it, you take it, I have to leave quickly, take a picture of illegal parking for me in a while, and the fine will be more than that." ”

After Wu Jun finished speaking, he drove away without waiting for the old lady to react.

"Hey, young man, don't go!" The old lady chased a few steps, and saw that Wu Jun had no sign of stopping, so she stopped and watched Wu Jun walk away.

The old lady carefully touched the banknotes in her hand again, and after making sure that the five 100 bills she received were not fake, she felt warm in her heart.

Who said that the rich second generation is not a good person?

Didn't you meet one today?

Next, Wu Jun swept all the belongings of the elderly who set up stalls at night in several nearby neighborhoods.

Of course, he doesn't see what to buy, and he also picks and chooses what he buys.

The ones he bought were all old people who looked to be in their 60s and above, selling their own handmade products.

If the stall owner and old man saw that he was well-dressed and drove a luxury car, and asked him for a high price, Wu Jun would not say anything, and he would pack everything, but he would do as much as he could, and he would not give more money like the first old lady.

kept stuffing the trunk and put a lot of things in the back seat, so Wu Jun stopped this sweeping shopping.

Driving back on the road, Wu Jun's gloomy mood was swept away, his fingers flicked gently on the steering wheel, and he even began to hum a small song.

Happiness is happiness from the bottom of my heart.

This happiness comes from the fact that he has helped others, and this happiness comes from the feeling that he should be grateful.

Wu Jun seems to have captured the meaning of life and wealth a little bit at this moment.

He finally discovered that when he has money, how to live is valuable.

Following the initial goal of making money, Wu Jun found the next stage of his goal.

Broadly speaking, it is to be a person who is valuable to society.

If the concept is larger and more difficult to implement, then take a step back and be a person who can bring warmth and hope to others.

For example, a group of relatives of Lao Ma's family, the relatives around them, let them have no worries about food and clothing, live a decent life, and don't have to worry about money in this life.

For example, the thousands of employees of Junheng Group strive for better treatment for them.

Another example is the villagers of Xiaowuzhuang, their hometown, who led them out of poverty and became rich.

Billions of huge deposits are stored in the bank, and no one makes Wu Jun feel very happy.

Perhaps, only Scrooge would laugh happily at the daily increase in the amount of money in the bank card!

The other extreme of Scrooge is the "Fortune Boy", neither of which is the type Wu Jun wants to be.

While making money yourself, you can help more people live a better life, which is the ideal state.

He thought of his helplessness when he was hospitalized a year ago because of his father's serious injury, and thought of the tears he shed in the corridor that day.

Wu Jun's goal is clearer, to make more money, help more people, and do his best to make there be fewer tears in the hospital.

There are two diseases in the world for which there is no cure, one is cancer and the other is the "disease of poverty".

Wu Jun didn't dare to say that he would lead the people of the whole country to become rich and well-off, but he was still confident in driving the people around him out of poverty.

Tesla is no longer aimless, Wu Jun glanced at the battery on the car, and he could still run hundreds of kilometers and go straight to the highway exit out of the city.

On the way, Wu Jun called Angel and told her that he would go back to his hometown for a few days and that he couldn't pick her up and commute to work.

At the same time, he called Dong Lizhu and explained to her the matter of picking up Angel to and from work, creating more opportunities for the two of them to get in touch.

When Wu Jun drove back to Xiaowuzhuang, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

In the past, at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, there were few people walking around the streets of the village.

There are no street lights in the village, and the small mountain village is silent like an uninhabited village.

Now, with the arrival of Hongfu Farm and Junheng 998 Distillery, the small mountain village has been revitalized, and the shops on both sides of the road in the center of the village are still open at such a late hour.

Thinking that these changes came from himself, Wu Jun felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Before leaving, he moved into a new home, and the car could drive directly into his own compound, and Wu Jun drove directly to the door of his villa.

He was heard honking, and the automatic door of the villa slowly opened.

As soon as Wu Jun drove into the yard, Ma Dongmei came out of the house.

Wu Jun opened the door and got out of the car, and greeted him with a hippie smile: "Mom, you look good lately." ”

"Oh, our family Wu Dong finally remembered that he still has a mother in the village. Ma Dongmei squinted at her son and complained, "People say that you forgot your mother when you married your daughter-in-law, and you forgot about your mother before you got married." ”

It has been two months since Wu Jun sent Shen Yingxing to fly to Riben by the way.

When he was in Japan, he was busy cutting leeks from the Japanese people, and after returning to China, he was busy settling Angel and establishing a group company.

Wu Jun hasn't been home for more than two months, and he doesn't blame his mother for complaining.

"Mom, I miss you. Wu Jun was cheeky, smiled and stepped forward to hug his mother.

A simple hug resolved all Ma Dongmei's grievances.

Ma Dongmei also knew that her son was busy with his career, so she just complained about it, but in her heart she actually felt sorry for her son's hard work.

When her son came back this time, Ma Dongmei found that he was thinner than before he left.

Ma Dongmei pulled her son, looked at it carefully, and said with a distressed face: "Didn't you eat?" Your father and I just finished eating, he went to the old village chief's house, I'll cook for you, you go back to the house and sit for a while." ”

"Help me unload the contents of the car first. Wu Jun let go of his mother and turned around and walked towards the car.

Ma Dongmei was very happy to see that the trunk was full of large bags and small bags.

The son is still very filial, he has been gone for so many days, and when he comes back, he still knows how to buy gifts for himself, and he has sold so much at once.

When I saw a large bag full of knitted gloves, scarves, insoles, cloth shoes, and ear warmers......

The expression on Ma Dongmei's face became very exciting: "These ...... You brought all this back from Japan?"

"Uh......" Wu Jun looked a little embarrassed when his mother said this.

If I told the truth, my mother thought she was nervous.

Wu Jun nodded and said, "Yes, they are all handmade products of Japanese benzene, and the weather is cold, so I thought about buying you and my dad something warm." ”

"Son, can you ......" Ma Dongmei was angry and funny, "You are really a warm man!"

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