In the Goddess Village, almost no one knows about Qi Tianfu's name, but it was only when the Tianfu Group acquired the Birch City Rubber Factory that Qi Tianfu's name spread to the Goddess Village. But the villagers of the Goddess Village unanimously agreed: It must be in the wrong place, there is only one celebrity in the Goddess Village, the special forces Qian Er.

For this reason, Liu Dai took the third-rate female host, accompanied the secretary of the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee to the goddess village, and asked passer-by A: Do you know Qi Tianfu? Passerby A replied: I don't know. Asked passer-by B: Have you ever lived in your village with a villager named Qi Tianfu? Passer-by B shook his head: No! When asked all the way to the village committee, the village cadre shook his head firmly: There is no such person!

In the end, the village chief turned out a tattered book in a mess and found a name: Qi Gou!

What's even more embarrassing than this is that not many people in the village know the name of this Qi dog, and there is a well-known nickname called "Lazy Egg", which is basically known to people over the age of twenty. "Is this person surnamed Qi, who ran away from home in our village in his twenties, to be precise: the house collapsed, and he was too lazy to repair it. ”

Could it be that this person is Qi Tianfu, the current president of the Tianfu Group? My God, how is this possible! Liu Dai, the factory director, scratched his head.

is still a third-rate hostess in a small city, and reminded Director Liu Dai: The poor boy counterattacked and became a billionaire, which is a good theme for hype!

Director Liu of the Propaganda Department nodded and said, That's the only way it can be.

As a result, the bloody story of a poor boy who was unwilling to be poor, worked hard, and counterattacked to become a big boss exploded on the county TV station and newspapers.

All this is preparing for Qi Tianfu, the big boss of one of the top 500 enterprises in China from the imperial capital, to come to the county seat for investment and inspection.

A huge banner has been put up in the factory: "Warmly welcome the leaders of Tianfu Group to visit the rubber factory for guidance, and welcome the famous entrepreneur Qi Tianfu to return to his hometown to invest" and so on.

The Yangge team and gong and drum team prepared by the city are also rehearsing nervously, and this small county-level city is lively because of the imminent arrival of Qi Tianfu.

Qian Er looked at the newspapers: Qi Tianfu, president of China's top 500 enterprises, returned to his hometown to invest; a poor boy in a mountain village had lofty ambitions and became the president of China's top 500 enterprises; reporters dug deep into the story of Qi Tianfu's youth; a super-rich man who walked out of the mountains and explored the secrets of the hometown of the president of Tianfu Group.

Articles like this abound, Qi Tianfu Qian Er shook his head and smiled, others may not know, he knows. When I was young, there was always a group of children shouting "Uncle Dog" and "Uncle Dog", and later they all shouted "Uncle Lazy".

Qi Tianfu is not annoyed, and occasionally takes a candy cube that he doesn't know where to go and sends it to the children, people are not bad, it is just one word: lazy, lazy!

Qi Tianfu, who is more accustomed to being called Qi Gouyu or a lazy person, lives in the small earthen house on the right side of Qian Er's house. Standing on the wall of a small mud hut and coughing loudly a few times can shake the adobe wall and drop dirt.

The lazy guy is a person with a story, and because he is lazy, even the name Dog Leftover is rarely called. The lazy man's house stood crookedly and hard, and the owner was lazy, and it could only become a landscape with this body language. The garden was overgrown with weeds, the fence wall had long been buried in the grass and crumbled, and if it weren't for a few petunias scrambling to emerge, the dividing line of the yard could have been determined. It is a paradise for chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, dogs, cats and other animals, and there is no need to worry about the owner blasting them away with sticks.

The lazy man is lazy day after day, and the people in the village are used to it, and the villagers all think that the lazy man has dementia. The lazy guy occasionally went out for a walk, and the villagers stuffed him with something to eat. Whoever has one ear less corn hanging on the wall, and whose potato in the field is dug up, needless to say, must be a lazy egg, because a lazy man never picks up a good one. The lazy man is very conscious, just enough for this meal, and maybe he won't eat the next meal. The lazy egg occasionally goes to the river to fish, staring at the wide river with his eyes blankly, often the fish are still stunned when they are hooked, but fortunately, there are many fish in the river, and they can also have a small harvest every time.

One summer, the wind and rain were blowing, and the lazy adobe house creaked and collapsed.

When the people in the village heard the news, they rushed to open the ruins, but fortunately, it was not serious, and in the space supported by a few rotten trees, the grizzled lazy man actually got out by himself.

The lazy man looked at the people around him with dull eyes, shook his head, as if he remembered something, brushed his hair again, and didn't even pat the dirt on his body, and turned around and left without a sound.

Qian Hua grabbed him and said, "This dilapidated house should have collapsed a long time ago, or the villagers will help you build a simple house first." ”

The lazy man shook his head and said, "Thank you, village chief, I'm too lazy to repair, no need." Then he let out a long breath and said, "Actually, I wanted to leave for a long time." ”

Qian Er's mother also grabbed him and said, "Dog leftovers, don't think about it, the villagers who live hard are not bad for you." The surrounding villagers also responded, and the lazy man's face seemed to be a little red, and he said with a sigh: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I'm too lazy to die." ”

The lazy man finally glanced at the surrounding villagers, touched Qian Er's head with his dirty big hand, slowly turned around, and left. Looking at the faltering figure, the villagers found that the lazy man's leg was a little lame.

For a long time, this story has become a classic joke on the streets, and people often joke: I'm too lazy to repair, I'm too lazy to die!