At that time, Li Yu said to himself that the owner of the Internet café was a fellow Qingping who was doing business in Yangcheng, but after several contacts, the boy in the third year of junior high school was making up his mind about many things in the Internet café. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yu Fei asked on the side: "With so many functions, is the software made?"

Wan Song lowered his head and pondered for a while before saying, "Yes, but it may be late." ”

Li Yu hurriedly said, "How long will it take?" By the way, I'll finish the affairs of your house tomorrow first." ”

"At least a month. ”

Li Yu breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll find a few houses tomorrow first, and then I'll ask you to come over and see them." Wan Song nodded and didn't speak.

Feng Yiming smiled bitterly on the side, at this time, there are a few people who are engaged in IT who are willing to stay in a small place like Qingping, even if they stand on their own side, they can't say anything. Raising his hand to look at the watch, it was almost 11 o'clock, Feng Yiming pulled Yu Fei out of the door, this place is the junction of urban and rural areas, and it used to be rural, so I bought some vegetables from the surrounding vegetable farmers, and made do with cooking a few dishes in the kitchen of ten thousand homes.

The old lady who ate this meal smiled, and even Wan Song's wooden face had a few more smiles, since her son returned to Qingping, Wan Mu had a support around her, and her body gradually improved, unlike some time ago, she was sick in bed and couldn't even get up to eat.

Feng Yiming squinted and looked at the old lady, Wan Song did not return to Qingping to work in his previous life, and he didn't know when Wan Mu died, if he pressed the treasure on Wan Mu, he didn't know if it was appropriate.

After eating, Wan Mu resolutely refused Li Yu, who wanted to go to the kitchen to wash dishes, and made tea for a few people.

Feng Yiming and his entourage drank a few sips of tea, and when Li Yu and Wan Song agreed to meet tomorrow, they went out.

Wan Song watched the other party go out in the courtyard, without saying a word of politeness, Wan Mu quietly walked to her son's side, "Xiao Song, are they today?"

Wan Song turned around and comforted his mother: "Mom, it's okay, they asked me to make them a software, that's what I do, little things." ”

Wan Mu was still a little worried, "Their Internet café is regular, right?"

Wan Song nodded, "Well, Li Yu is running the formalities, but in Qingping, no matter how formal it is, let's make do with it first." ”

When Wan Mu heard this, she wept and said, "It's my illness that has dragged you down." ”

"Mom, what are you talking about, do you want to be like Dad......" Wan Song said halfway with a straight face, remembering his father who couldn't see the last time after all, his nose was sour, and he couldn't say it anymore.

After a while, Wan Song changed the topic and smiled lightly: "Mom, the consumption in Yangcheng is much higher than that of Qingping, but the salary they offer is about the same as that of the previous research institute. ”

Wan Mu shook her head: "How can it be the same, there is an establishment in the research institute, an iron rice bowl." "In the minds of the older generation, the establishment is always the most important.

Wan Song has been in Yangcheng for several years, and he doesn't pay much attention to this, and the large number of rich people in Yangcheng over the years have made everyone's eyes hot. Wan Song said with a smile: "It's not omnipotent after the compilation, let's make do here, I also asked a few college classmates to help me pay attention, if there is a suitable one, let's go over together, anyway, there are no relatives in my hometown now." ”

Wan's mother didn't expect that she might have to leave her homeland, and she was a little hesitant in her heart, thinking that just now two students from the city's No. 1 Middle School had cooked a lunch for herself, and said to her son: "Then you have to do a good job of the things at hand first, people's hearts are flesh and blood, people are not thin on us, please have a snack for your business." ”

Wan Song nodded in response, pondering in his heart, the Internet café management software was actually in contact with him when he occasionally went out to surf the Internet in Yangcheng before, but the relative function is relatively simple, basically only the hourly charging function, if the idea of those functions just now really came from the child named Feng Yiming, do you want to pay more attention to the Internet café.

Wang Yongqiang lit a cigarette, looked at Ding Jun who got off the bus, and rushed to a few people on the side, waiting to watch a good show.

Ding Jun had a hard time during this time, the life of the third year of high school was really not a human being, fortunately, his grades were passable, but some time ago, his father was swept into the whirlpool before the municipal party committee and municipal government, and sighed at home all day long. The parents are sad, how can the atmosphere at home be better.

Although Ding Jun didn't know much, he also heard the children of the big courtyard and his parents mention that Secretary Zhao Xin was likely to be transferred, while Mayor Huang An, who was offended by his father, was likely to stay in office.

It's been more than a month before the college entrance examination, and today I went to the cram school run by the school teacher outside the school, Ding Jun didn't really want to go, but the father who wanted his son Jackie Chan to register him early, and the class schedule was in his father's hand.

Ding Jun, who was thinking about his thoughts, suddenly bumped into the shoulders of the passers-by on the side, Ding Jun didn't care, and was about to bypass, but a few guys were already surrounded by him, Ding Jun frowned and looked at the guy who was shouting and came up to find trouble, thinking that if he was fighting at this time, would he be beaten by his father when he went home.

Wang Yongqiang stood not far away and watched this scene, these guys are all hob meat he just found from the vocational and technical college not far away, they are all good at finding fault and fighting, usually even if someone packs a ticket, they will not mess with the son of the deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, but now it is not what it used to be.

Wang Yongqiang also studied in the city No. 1 middle school that year, drunk and made trouble in the school, accidentally bumped into Ding Jun, who was still in the third year of junior high school at the time, and the hot-tempered Ding Jun knocked him over with three punches and two feet, and lay on the bed for a month, but missed the college entrance examination, and later Wang Yongqiang's father was promoted to the director of the construction committee, and found a relationship to stuff his son into the police force, and it was Ding Xiangzhong who kicked him out of the police station after a failed mission.

Later, Wang Yongqiang opened a grain and oil company, under the care of his father, he made a little money, but he couldn't swallow this breath in his heart, and he heard his father receive a call last night, saying that Zhao Xin was going to transfer out Qingping, and said that he would watch Ding Xiangzhong's good show for a while.

The fire in Wang Yongqiang's heart is getting more and more vigorous, and in the past few years, he has been messing around in society, and he often listens to his father talk about the personnel in the city, Zhao Xin is transferred, and Ding Xiangzhong, who has already offended Huang An, still hopes to live in peace? This morning, Wang Yongqiang asked people to inquire about Ding Jun's whereabouts, he can't, and he doesn't have the courage to provoke the deputy director of the city bureau, and it's always okay to ask his son to avenge the revenge of the year.

Wang Yongqiang looked at Ding Jun, who had been put down on the ground, with a relaxed face, thinking that I don't have the courage to do anything to you, if you delay me once, I will delay you once, don't think about going to this year's college entrance examination.

Ding Jun shrunk his body as much as possible, covering his face with his elbows, and his heart was ruthless, after a few years in high school, the little ruffians on the road had been rampant to this point. Suddenly, a shrill voice next to him said: "Brother Qiang said, he is left-handed, and he smashed his left hand." ”

Ding Jun's heart was cold, and he tried his best to break away from the pull of a few hands on the side, but one of the people behind him kicked his back, Ding Jun stumbled and fell out, and looked up to see Wang Yongqiang, who was smoking a cigarette not far away, with a smile on his face.