But in the end, He Qingdong still couldn't say a few words, because his parents came to the door.

"The nurse said she saw you coming downstairs, I guess you're here." He Mu rubbed her hands shyly and said.

Father He followed behind Mother He in silence, but when he saw He Chifeng, he nodded to him a little crampedly and said hello. He is his daughter's teacher, and he promised to help his daughter strengthen physical exercise in the future, and no matter how embarrassed she is, she must be polite.

"How's Mr. He's injured?"

Compared with He's father, He's mother's social skills are slightly stronger. This is also the reason why He Wei decided to open a woodware shop for her parents after she became rich.

He's father is silent, but his craftsmanship is good, and he only needs to think about making wood; Mother He is gentle and polite, so she is responsible for charging and receiving orders. The two husbands and wives sing with their wives, and the business designation is not bad. It can be said that there is still a lack of money, and a penny is difficult to beat a hero.

"I'm almost discharged." He Chifeng saw that his nephew was silent, so he replied stubbornly.

This kind of occasion is not what he is good at. I knew that my wife would come with me, and if she went out, she would definitely be able to be close and neighborly, and maybe he could become a friendly neighbor with the He family.

"Really? That's great. Father and Mother He were happy from the bottom of their hearts, and after the two looked at each other, Mother He invited her: "After Mr. He is discharged from the hospital, we want to invite the two of us to have a light meal at home, you see......"

He Chifeng didn't think about it, and immediately shook his head and refused: "No, no, it's just a gesture, his arm is already injured, so you really don't need to take it to heart." He Wei is still weak and needs a good rest after being discharged from the hospital, so we won't come to bother. ”

He Qingdong had to let go of He Wei's wrist when He's father and mother came in, and when he saw the latter immediately retract his hand and ran to He's mother's side, his eyes were gloomy, thinking about the touch when he held someone's wrist - smooth and slender, as if a little force could break a person's wrist, and he couldn't help but chase He Wei's wrist and glance at it, I don't know if he held it red?

I was stunned for a moment, and the Venerable Master's family had such a good meal at his own uncle's refusal, and he wanted to change his words but couldn't say anything, so he had to watch as Father and Mother He were discharged from the hospital with their daughter after thanking them, and they couldn't do it in their hearts.

He Chifeng had never seen his nephew so irritable, he gloated in his heart, but said with a serious face: "The conditions at home are not good, we have to let them break the bill, saying that it is a light meal, maybe we can let their family of four eat for three days, no, maybe it will be more than three days...... Hey, what are you doing here? ”

He Qingdong jumped up, put on his shoes in three or two, opened the door of the ward and walked out, while saying, "Didn't you say that you can be discharged from the hospital?" ”

He Chifeng, who was left behind, had to resign himself to finding a doctor to prescribe a discharge summary, and then ran downstairs to the lobby with the medical records and summary to be discharged, and when he rushed to the house in a hurry, he heard his wife say that his nephew took his documents and left after he came back, saying that he was going back to the army, and he was so angry that he jumped to his feet: "He's crazy!" If you return to the team like this, do you want to completely abolish your arms? ”

He Qingdong actually didn't return to the army immediately, and after leaving the Jiangbin community, he called his old friend in Kyoto: "Help me think of an investment industry that can make money without spending too much energy." ”

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Yizhou stared at the microphone for a few seconds almost like a madman, and then put it back to his ear in disbelief: "Ah, Aqing? ”

"Ahhh I said, let me think of an investment industry that can make money without having to spend much energy on it. He Qingdong repeated impatiently.

Jiang Yizhou plucked out his ears, but he still didn't dare to believe that He Dashao, who had never bothered about money, would have a day when he would ask him for advice in a low voice?

Of course, the low voice was added by himself, and the tone of the young master of the people's congress was rushing, but this alone was enough to surprise him, the sun came out of the west without He Dashao personally asking him for advice on the investment industry, could it be ......

"That, Ah Qing, are you in urgent need of money? Do you want me to help you turn around first? ”

He Qingdong resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and repeated word by word for the third time: "You can think of an investment industry that can make money without spending much energy, you don't need to worry about anything else, just tell me if you are sure, that's all." ”

"Doodoo ......"

There was a busy sound on the other end of the phone to end the call, Jiang Yizhou said "hey", and after making up for it in his brain, he neatly flipped out the address book of his mobile phone and sent a group message to several other friends.

The title is: Extra! Extra! Qing Shao is amazing!

The content is: Qing Shao Bacheng fell into Gentle Township, and the money was not enough to spend, so I actually asked for help from the little me to make money, and I felt so flattered. Behind it is a string of frightened and shy expressions.

Within seconds of sending it, two messages came in.

One from Zhao He: Really fake? You kid don't have nothing to do with that guy's gossip, you're not afraid of a bloody case, and I'm afraid of cleaning up the aftermath for you.

The other one was sent by Shao Zhiyan, the son of Wen Run: Ah Qing is back? Why didn't you get together with everyone?

Jiang Yizhou replied in a unified manner: It's the little thumb that lied to you!

He held the first-hand information, comfortably crossed Erlang's legs, leaned on the boss's chair, held the mobile phone and smiled, until he sold someone to the bottom, and then remembered the task given to him by someone - an investment business that can make money without spending energy? Wipe! If there is really such a good thing, can Lao Tzu need to squat here for eighteen hours a day as a cow and a horse, working hard and complaining?

At that moment, He Qingdong closed his mobile phone and squinted in the direction of He Wei's house.

It was the morning before yesterday, when He's mother led her daughter downstairs to visit him and thanked him, he learned that Xiao Nizi's house and his uncle's house were separated by three units, but her house was rented, and it was the smallest type.

He Qingdong didn't have any money on hand, he had at least seven-figure deposits in his bank account.

Part of it is the pocket money that the old man has allocated to him over the years, and the interest alone is enough for ordinary families to chew for more than half a year, but since he was eighteen years old, he has stopped using it and left it in his account.

The other part is his income in the barracks. In the first two years, there was actually no money, and after being promoted to non-commissioned officer, especially a third-class non-commissioned officer, he began to have a balance every month.

And since joining the special team, he no longer pays attention to the salary that is paid to his account every month, even if he doesn't touch the money of the He family, he will definitely not starve to death.

But now, he suddenly felt that he should do something.

Even if you can't create a long list of molding shops from Kyoto to the local area like "Smiling Zhuge", and you can't operate tens of millions of orders in minutes like Jiang Yizhou, at least, it can pave a more stable path of economic security for future wives and children in advance.

Thinking of "Smiling Zhuge " and his "Yuxiu Pavilion", He Qingdong's sharp eyes narrowed again, took out his mobile phone, quickly edited a text message, and hurriedly sent it out before he was embarrassed.

"Poof—"

Kyoto, Yujukaku Main Store.

A long figure standing in front of the window squirted out the coffee that had just been drunk in his mouth.

On the mobile phone screen splashed by coffee stains, a domineering sentence flashed: Your future wife is working at you, please give a green light!