"What do you mean?", Boss Fang took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, knocked the filter face down on the lid of the machine twice, and lit it on his own. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Li He deflated his mouth, knocking the cigarette is not to deliberately press the tobacco leaves, this is a deliberate show, look, Lao Tzu's cigarette with filter, grade A peony smoke, one yuan anise, but few people are willing to smoke, you come to me a few catties and a few taels to tell me to sell the factory?

The phoenix is smoked by high-end people, and some people who are particular about it carry a briefcase, comb an oily noodle hair, and then take a phoenix cigarette, which is very magnificent.

Li He snorted deliberately.

took out the hot gold Zhonghua from his pocket, handed it to Mu Yan, and lit it with his high-end lighter.

Look, Lao Tzu smokes China, hot gold, gold branches, a pack of 15 pieces, don't want to be foreign, and you don't pretend to be so forced,.

"Boss Fang, another one?", Li He took out a cigarette and stretched out the cigarette case.

"No, no, it's in your hand, it's harmful to your health if you smoke too much", Boss Fang had to laugh when he saw that China, generally red China is high-grade, a limited production of a few thousand boxes a year, you can't buy it without foreign exchange coupons to the friendship mall, and when the price didn't rise before, he could still buy a bag for a show, but now it has risen from 4 yuan 8 to 11, for people like him who rely on one or two points to save his family business, he is even more reluctant to smoke. As for the white Chinese and the bronzing Chinese, they have only occasionally seen one or two people smoke after so many years of doing business.

Look at the lighter that is upside down in Li He's hand, and you have to weigh the identity of others.

"Boss Fang, let's be honest with you, I want to buy your factory, I don't know if you have considered it?", Li Hechao asked the worker next to him for a stool, sat down and waited for a reply.

Boss Fang saw Mu Yan smoking next to him, his eyes were absent, and he said to Li He, "Teacher Li, are you joking? Although my factory earns a lot in a month, it is much higher than the teacher's salary."

Li He said, "You can make a price, as long as you have the heart to sell, I can give as much price as you want."

"Let's put it this way, this factory is what I saved little by selling books at a stall, although it is not a hen that lays golden eggs, but the life of a family is here, and it is impossible to sell", Boss Fang said very resolutely, and even a little arrogant.

Li He said with a smile, "Let me say this, I don't like your factory, I look up to you as a person, Boss Fang."

"We didn't know each other before, did we?"

"I'm going to put it another way, I'm looking for someone who knows how to print and help me open a new printing shop. You can continue to open this factory, and you can hand it over to someone else to manage."

"You mean to let me work for you?".

Li He said, "How can you call it a part-time job? If you are willing to help me, I can give you shares, and we can count it as a partnership."

Boss Fang said, "This is to let me fight with my left hand and my right hand, you are really a good abacus."

"You also know that these machines of yours can't meet the requirements of our teaching and auxiliary printing at all", Li He still tried his best to say good things.

What is the most expensive in the 21st century?

Talent!

Who let him lack people?

"Teacher Li, Teacher Mu, we can continue to talk about the business of teaching assistants, if it is something else, it is really impossible to discuss", Boss Fang still had an expression of rejection thousands of miles away, "Besides, this printing house is not something you young people can do if you want to"

Li He didn't see his ridiculous expression, and he didn't want to say more, probably because this boss was used to being a copycat king on his own territory, and where could he tolerate others' criticism.

After leaving the printing house with Mu Yan, Mu Yan said, "Now let's die."

"If you don't have a butcher, you don't eat hairy pigs, and if you continue to find the right person, I won't believe in evil", Li He still adheres to the sentence that the problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

Two people leaned next to the motorcycle, smoking a cigarette and were about to leave, when a shout came from behind them.

"Two bosses, wait, wait".

The one who stopped them was still a hairy child, not very old, not tall, very thin, his hair was not combed, it was all a ball on his head, and a gray shirt could no longer see the original color if he didn't pay attention.

"Your boss asked you to call us?", Li He remembered this hairy boy, a small worker in the printing house, and asked him for a stool just now.

The hairy boy looked left and right, and then said, "It's not our boss who called you, I called you."

"What's the matter?".

"Can we go to the front and talk, I'm afraid my boss will come out and see it", the hairy boy took the lead and walked forward, and turned back to signal the two of them to follow.

Li He and Mu Yan followed curiously.

Riding a motorcycle, slowing down, following the hairy boy for a few turns, there are trees to obstruct, and I can't see the printing factory.

"Stop here, what do you say?"

The hairy boy wiped the sweat from his head and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to open a printing factory?"

Li He smiled and said, "Yes."

The hairy boy was so close just now, it was normal to hear it.

"Then do you think I can do it?"

Seeing his thin and weak appearance, Li He asked suspiciously, "You?"

"I've been working in this factory for three years, I know all the machines, I also know the technology, and I can't mistake you," Mao Xiao said hurriedly.

Li He waved his hand and said with a smile, "I don't doubt your ability, how old are you?"

No matter how short he is, he doesn't want to use child labor, this child looks like a minor.

"I'm 20 years old".

"Huh?", Li He doubted.

"18", the hairy boy changed his words again.

"18?", Mu Yan followed behind and laughed.

"15, this time it's true, I'm really 15", the hairy boy panicked and avoided the eyes of the two people, "I can show you the household registration book."

Li He said, "Then you worked in this factory when you were 12 years old?"

"Yes".

"Then I can't use you either", Li He said with a smile, "You're still young."

"I'm not young anymore, I will do what others will, and I will do what others won't, you believe me."

Mu Yan patted the gray layer on his body and asked kindly, "Where are you from, why don't you go to school?"

"I am from Gaobeidian, my family is poor, and I don't have money to go to school, mainly because I can't pass the exam," Mao Zi said seriously.

Li He asked Mu Yan, "I remember Gaobeidian is from River Province, right?"

"It's very close to Fangshan District."

Li He asked the hairy boy, "What kind of work did you come out to do at such a young age?"

Mu Yan said, "This surname Fang is not a thing, and such a young child dares to use it."

"No, Boss Fang treats me very well, without him taking me in, I have nowhere to go", Mao Zi also hurriedly defended.

Li He asked, "Since that's good for you, why do you still come to us?"

(To be continued.) )