The knotweed, the artemisia. Mourn my parents, give birth to me, and work hard.

The knotweed, the bandit Yiwei. Mourn my parents, give birth to me and work hard.

This little poem is from "The Book of Poetry Xiaoya", the feelings expressed are the hard work of parents to give birth to children, when Yang Zhuowen said her father's advice, Xiong Baizhou's heart suddenly flashed this poem.

Yang Qishan's life is obviously humble and even miserable, but he is not cowardly, because he has already prepared to die together, Xiong Baizhou believes that even if he doesn't make a move, Yang Qishan himself will take action in the near future.

Yang Qishan can endure it for so long, it is entirely because of Yang Zhuowen, she was still in elementary school before, whether in terms of emotion or life, she is still inseparable from her father for the time being;

Yang Qishan doesn't plan to continue to endure it, and it is also because of Yang Zhuowen that she has gone to junior high school and has a certain social survival ability.

Yang Qishan probably looked forward to this day very hard.

Xiong Baizhou sighed, and was about to say his plan: "I'm going to pick you up"

Zhao Yeming took a step faster and hurriedly said, "I'm going to take you to Yuecheng, which is also what your father meant." ”

Zhao Yeming looked at Xiong Baizhou and said, "Don't fight with me about this matter, I have got so many prescriptions, I have to do something, otherwise my conscience will not be at ease." ”

"Although Shuguang Pharmaceutical's stall is not as big as Zhou Meida, it is still no problem to raise a little girl to grow up. ”

Xiong Baizhou nodded in understanding, Zhao Yeming was paying off his debts, for the book full of prescriptions and the precious kraft paper.

"If these prescriptions are really effective and profitable, Shuguang Pharmaceutical might as well set up a corresponding foundation, which can not only increase the impact, but also conform to the original intention of pharmaceutical companies to help the world. Xiong Baizhou suggested.

"I will definitely do what the shareholder bears said. ”

When it comes to business operations and marketing, Zhao Yeming trusts Xiong Baizhou even more than his own judgment, not to mention that Xiong Baizhou is a real shareholder of Shuguang's traditional Chinese medicine project.

Xiong Baizhou looked at the thin Yang Zhuowen again: "Follow us to Yuecheng, you won't object." ”

Yang Zhuowen should have received Yang Qishan's instructions before his death, and nodded his little head.

Yang Zhuowen doesn't have much nostalgia for the current school, in fact, her memory of the whole Wuzhou is gray, and changing the environment may be a good thing for Yang Zhuowen's growth.

So, under the care of Xu Hui, deputy mayor of Wuzhou City in charge of "science, education, culture and health", Yang Zhuowen's withdrawal procedures were handled quietly, Xu Hui himself knew about it, and even saw some clues, but he was very smart and didn't ask too much.

Xu Hui may have to return to the ministries and commissions in the capital in the future, and he has not entered the Standing Committee team in Wuzhou, so he has no conditions and intentions to fight for power and profit.

Xu Hui is only in his early 40s, and there is still huge potential to be tapped at this age in the system, and now his main task is to take advantage of his local position to get acquainted with more powerful people and expand his network.

In addition to deepening the relationship with Zhao Yeming, Xiong Baizhou, who has many industries in his hands, is also a good object.

Before the car turned onto the highway, they went to Aunt Yang Zhuowen's house again.

Since the accident in the family, Yang Qishan was very worried about his daughter's safety, so he handed Yang Zhuowen over to her aunt to raise, and he remitted his living expenses every once in a while.

Yang Zhuowen's aunt's house is not in Shiqiao Town, Cangwu County, so Ding Jinhu's group of subordinates have not been able to find it.

The economic conditions of Yang Zhuowen's aunt's family are also very average, and she is even tighter after adding an extra pair of chopsticks to the family, but her love and pity for Yang Zhuowen is true, and after hearing that Yang Zhuowen is going to Yuecheng, she is reluctant to hug and cry.

Zhao Yeming persuaded on the side: "Yuecheng and Wuzhou are not far apart, I will send her back during the holidays, or you can go to Yuecheng." ”

In the 90s, transportation was not very convenient, and many people never went out of the city in their lives, let alone the province.

Maybe for Aunt Yang Zhuowen, she thought that this parting might not be able to meet for many years.

Xiong Baizhou didn't want to explain too much, five years later, Wuzhou and Yuecheng would be more than 2 hours away.

But even if they are reluctant, Xiong Baizhou will bring Yang Zhuowen back to Yuecheng.

First, he easily did not promise, but as long as he agreed, he would definitely practice it, just as Xiong Baizhou promised Guo Zixian to solve the demolition of the small fishing village before, and this time the guarantee to Yang Qishan is still valid;

The second is that Yang Zhuowen has actually been exposed, and in order to ensure her safety, Xiong Baizhou will not leave her here.

Because Xiong Baizhou's car had been scrapped, the way back to Yuecheng was divided into two batches, Xiong Baizhou got into Zhao Yeming's car, and Chen Qingyun and the three of them took the bus back.

In the car, Xiong Baizhou thought about this trip to Guixi, but it was actually quite a loss.

Not to mention that the store was smashed, the reconstruction is also a big expense;

Hundreds of thousands of SUVs were destroyed in this way;

The loss of money Xiong Baizhou is acceptable, it is normal to make profits and losses in business, but the feeling of spiritual fatigue cannot be easily eliminated for a while.

Xiong Baizhou never forgot Yang Qishan's last words:

"I wish well-wishers good health and long blessings!"

This was supposed to be a blessing word, but Xiong Baizhou heard the intention of despair and relief.

"Put me down at the South China Normal School. After entering Yuecheng, Xiong Baizhou suddenly spoke.

"Are you alright? Zhao Ningdai was a little worried, except for a few words with Yang Zhuowen along the way, Xiong Baizhou was almost closing his eyes and recuperating at other times.

Xiong Baizhou shook his head with a smile, and said hello to Yang Zhuowen when he got out of the car.

"What are you worried about, he's Xiong Baizhou, what's the problem. Zhao Yeming was very unimpressed.

Judging from the economic benefits of the trip to Guixi, Xiong Baizhou naturally lost to his grandmother's family, but Zhao Yeming was equivalent to carrying a diamond blank that had not been built.

"In the past two days, I simply put the knife into the sheath, and the horse was released in Nanshan, so I gave myself a holiday. Xiong Baizhou went to South China Normal to find Chen Qiurong, and when he was with her, Xiong Baizhou was inexplicably peaceful.

At this time, it is the April day in the world, the grass and trees will be green but not green, the flowers will not bloom, the sun will not be spicy, and the breeze will no longer be cold.

Enterprises have corporate culture, and the school also has its own characteristics, South China Normal University is probably because there are more female students, Xiong Baizhou walks in the shade of the tree, and can feel that this school is like a graceful and fresh classical rhyme.

The female college student called for her friends, and the silver bell-like voice sounded in Xiong Baizhou's ears from time to time, and the figure that walked by seemed to be a light song and dance, and the sleeves of the fine sand crossed the time, leaving a refreshing breath.

Xiong Baizhou was walking, and suddenly raised his head violently, Chen Qiurong was standing under a banyan tree, her figure was graceful, and the pear vortex was gently shallow, probably she didn't expect to meet Xiong Baizhou, and the corners of her mouth gently curved out of a smile, like a crescent moon on the window lattice.

The sun is not dry, and the breeze is just right.