Back in Tianyang, Zhou Qingfeng went to the printing house to offer condolences. He ran to the printing factory and then to the Academy of Fine Arts, and threw out dozens of household appliances of different types and styles in one go.

Even if there are no tens of thousands of appliances, electric kettles and rice cookers worth tens or hundreds of dollars are everyone's share. Everyone who participated in the Spring Festival overtime was very satisfied, and the most overtime could not only get a large amount of overtime pay, but also get fashionable imported goods.

After repeated measures, the burnout of long-term overtime disappeared directly, and many people were annoyed that they didn't work overtime enough, and they couldn't wait to work hard for another month, and it would be good to cash out 10,000 yuan.

With the current salary, many people may not have an income of 10,000 yuan in their lifetime. Zhou Qingfeng can get 10,000 yuan as a reward, and the posture of 'Qianjin City Horse Bone' is very in place. As long as he works hard, he gives rewards.

After motivating the line of 'entertainment industry', the follow-up was left to Gong Wei to follow up, and Zhou Qingfeng finally went back to his suburban courtyard to enjoy the Spring Festival holiday.

The intention of 'buying assets of state-owned enterprises with foreign exchange' has been revealed to the bank, and several phone calls from the city have been received in half a day to inquire. The bank specially sent someone to confirm the financial strength of 'Holy Light Machinery'.

More than 30 suitcases full of US dollars and Hong Kong dollars were opened, and the harvest from Hong Kong made the people in the Tianyang banking system tremble. After they went back, they were afraid that they would have to hold a bunch of meetings to discuss and coordinate, and they would not bother Zhou Qingfeng in a short time.

The production of three-wheeled motor vehicles has not stopped, and the new plant is also speeding up. Zhou Qingfeng also gave a symbolic bonus to the overtime workers, which was quite a headache for the development of this manufacturing industry.

Knowing that the president actually wanted to climb the technology tree of automobile production step by step on the basis of the tricycle production line, Professor Zheng, who always grasps the company's technology, did not know whether to praise his ambition or look at it like a fool.

Considering that President Zhou can always come up with some crooked tricks to solve problems, Professor Zheng can't say that this is absolutely impossible. He only tactfully reminded that this technology tree is too long, and it takes time, huge money and talent to climb up.

The more you know, the more you go deeper, the more you know the difficulty of industrial development, which is not something that can be done by fighting and killing, let alone smashing money to achieve results.

Get a motorized tricycle and make Zhou Qingfeng full of bags. But he could only bite the bullet and comfort himself that this was all for the development of the motherland, and he should be serving the people.

It's just that it's cold and lonely to stay at home, the girls are not around, and the strange maids are left in HK to scrape the ground. Even if he used the illusion mystery core to turn his home into a fairyland with small bridges and flowing water, flying eaves and arches, he was not very happy.

The e-commerce plane is purchased once a week, and the recyclable 'garbage' that has come out in the last few times is of little use. Zhou Qingfeng stayed at home alone for two or three days, and he didn't even have a hot meal to eat, so it was boring.

On the night of the seventh day of the new year, he had to go out to the street to find a place to eat, and found that his motorcycle was gone, so he could only ride a bicycle.

Riding a bicycle on the street, the street market can be deserted during the New Year. He ran several streets and found that most restaurants either closed early or didn't open at all.

"What's this called?" Zhou Qingfeng stood on the avenue in the center of Tianyang, turned around and was hungry, "I have a lot of money in my pocket, and I am rich enough to rival the country, and I have fallen to the point of having no food to eat." ”

Look at the 'big brother' who has 10,000 yuan in hand, but he doesn't have any friends. Looking at the large amount of money in your pocket, there is no place to spend it. He was pushing the cart and wandering down the street with his head bored, and he saw a roasted sweet potato seller on the corner.

Daxi hurriedly ran over.

"Master, master, bring me two roasted sweet potatoes."

The roasted sweet potatoes were a middle-aged man, pushing an oven transformed from a tin bucket, and the roasted sweet potatoes were placed at the mouth of the stove, which was full of aroma. The master, who was about forty years old, wore gloves and cowered behind a street tree on the side of the road to avoid the wind.

There was a business at the door, and the middle-aged man came out with a smile, picked out the two largest sweet potatoes for Zhou Qingfeng neatly, wrapped them in waste newspapers, and handed them over, "A total of six cents." ”

Zhou Qingfeng's wallet opened. He took out a ten-yuan one, and the middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, I can't find it." ”

Looking at the wallet again, it is either a 100-dollar bill or a Hong Kong dollar dollar. Not even a steel hammer. He still handed over the ten dollars, "Forget it, don't look for it." ”

The middle-aged man who sold sweet potatoes took ten yuan, hesitated for a while and smiled: "If you don't forget it, why are you embarrassed to ask for ten yuan?" My sweet potatoes aren't worth that much. ”

Zhou Qingfeng unfolded his wallet to the other party, "That's not good, the money still has to be given." Or you can take one from me. ”

The wallet is full of flowers, and ten soft girl coins are the smallest in value. There are 100 dollar bills and 1,000 Hong Kong dollars. The middle-aged man shook his head after looking at it, and said with a smile: "Forget it, the little brother is a rich man." ”

There was a lonely sweet potato stall on the street, Zhou Qingfeng peeled the sweet potato and took a bite, and chatted casually: "Master, it's very hard." At such an age, I still sell roasted sweet potatoes on the street for the Chinese New Year. ”

The middle-aged master sighed, and said happily: "Young man, you are also hard." I made so much money at a young age, and I even went to the street to buy sweet potatoes to eat during the Chinese New Year. ”

Zhou Qingfeng took a bite, and when he heard this, he felt that the sweet potato in his hand was not fragrant. He looked up helplessly at the master who sold sweet potatoes. The two looked at each other, both speechless.

The middle-aged master was still happy, took the initiative to break the silence, and said: "Actually, the street is quite lively during the day, and there are many people who come out to go shopping and visit relatives. But when you don't stay at home at night, there are really not many people who come out to buy sweet potatoes. ”

This sweet potato is completely unfragrant.

Zhou Qingfeng was not angry, and the few mouthfuls of sweet potatoes he had just swallowed turned into sour water. He could only point to the oven on the cart and ask, "Master, it's dark this day, don't you also confiscate the stall?" ”

"I'm different." The middle-aged master continued to say happily: "Don't look at me selling sweet potatoes, I'll just stay here casually, and I'll pick up my lover from work at eight o'clock."

Young man, you're young and you're not married, are you? I didn't have dinner when it was dark and came out to buy sweet potatoes, and I definitely didn't even have a girlfriend. Did you think I guessed? ”

This master really can't speak. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the sweet potato in his hand, and he was in no mood to eat it. He thought to himself, "I shouldn't fucking go out of this door." How good is it to crack an egg and boil noodles at home? ”

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was silent, the middle-aged master was even more convinced that his judgment was correct. He was even happier and said: "My lover is amazing, working in the city printing house. The factory recently received a foreign trade order, and it was busy in three shifts.

Triple the overtime pay, that's good.

Have you heard of a big money named Zhou Qingfeng? In the newspaper and other advertisements, it is said that Lu Zi is extremely wild, and he has set up a 'holy light' company, and he can get a foreign trade order. He also gave benefits to the printing house during the Spring Festival, and each person had one imported goods.

My lover said that Zhou Qingfeng was foreign, estimated to be in his early twenties, and he was very generous, but his character was not good, and he liked to be touted, so others called him 'Mr. Zhou'.

That guy isn't a good guy either. What foreign trade list he got is very strange. If you don't believe it, you will never guess what business he does, which makes people blush.

It's not that I won't tell you, it's that the printing houses are now issuing gag orders. If I tell you, I'm going to blow a nose out of it. Some of the big money, looking like dogs, actually corrupt the social atmosphere and do some ugly things. ”

Hehehe...... the more the sweet potato seller talked, the more he laughed.

Zhou Qingfeng lost his temper when he was said, so he wanted to say 'Sayonala', turn his head and get out. But before he could move, a bicycle rode behind him.

The rider was a beautiful woman, and when she saw him, she shouted in surprise, "Mr. Zhou, why are you here?" ’

Zhou Qingfeng was holding a roasted sweet potato in his hand, the corners of his mouth were a little foaming, and he looked at the cyclist extremely speechlessly.

The master who baked sweet potatoes listened to 'Mr. Zhou', carefully looked at his dress and appearance, and then recalled the big ticket in his wallet just now, he was shocked, and asked hesitantly: "Young man, should you be ......." ”

Zhou Qingfeng ate a sweet potato to get stomach flatulence. He pursed his lips and said, "That's right, I'm the Zhou Qingfeng you said looked like a dog, had bad morals, and did all the dirty things." ”

The middle-aged master was stunned, embarrassed for a long time, and his face was also bitter. He was a little reluctant to return the previous ticket, "Mr. Zhou, don't be angry." If you don't pay you back for ten yuan, I'll invite you for this sweet potato. ”