"Mother, do we want to vote?" It was Ning Laosi who spoke.

After treatment, his life was saved, but he was left with serious scars on his body, especially the face, which could scare a three-year-old child crying.

"This ......" Mrs. Ning, who was sitting under the stones at the bottom of the tree, couldn't help frowning and hesitating.

"Milk, we have to vote!" At this time, Ning Fugui held her hand and affirmed: "This business will definitely make money, let's not only invest, but also invest as much as possible!" ”

He clearly remembered that this business had been done in the brigade at that time, when they jumped from the bottom brigade to the richest brigade in the entire county, and they were greatly envied.

"Milk, you must listen to me!" Afraid that she would not agree, Ning Fugui clenched her hand and added again.

The old lady immediately stopped worrying: "Then ......"

Afraid that Mrs. Ning would really agree, Mrs. Ning's third daughter-in-law on the side hurriedly interrupted her.

"Mother, I think it's better to forget it, you don't want to think that the small homestead can be demolished before you are rich, and as a result, it will be demolished." As soon as she thought of this, Ning Lao's third daughter-in-law felt that her heart, liver, spleen and lungs were hurting, and her words were also angry with yin and yang.

At the mention of this, Mrs. Ning suddenly hesitated again: "Fugui, what your third aunt said is not unreasonable, or forget it." ”

She caressed her good grandson's head lovingly, trying in vain to dispel his thoughts.

"Can't count!" Ning Fugui waved her hand away angrily and stomped her feet: "I promise that I will make money this time, milk, if you dare not vote, I will no longer be your eldest grandson, and I will never recognize you!" ”

He clearly knew his place in the old lady's heart, so he knew that as long as he said so, the old lady would definitely compromise with him.

Sure enough, the old lady was anxious: "Milk's good grandson, milk listens to you, can't you listen to you all, don't you recognize milk?" ”

Mrs. Ning's anxious tears almost fell out, and she quickly reached out to her pocket and took out the only ten yuan at home.

"That's all?" Ning Fugui snatched it with a disgusted face.

He clearly remembered that the first time the mushroom sauce was divided, the money taken by the person who had invested in the money had tripled.

Mrs. Ning stammered with a smiling face: "Eldest grandson, you also know that our family is in a bad situation, and the money before was all harmed by me, an old immortal." ”

Ning Fugui snorted coldly, ignored her anymore, and directly handed the money into the hands of the captain.

Ning Zhi glanced at him silently, although he didn't want the Lao Ning family to take advantage of this time, but in the collective era, all the members of the club were a melon on a vine, and the production captain would not exclude the Lao Ning family alone.

If this makes a big fuss, the entire production team will be criticized.

A total of 1,200 dollars were raised this time.

Before the meeting, the production captain held a loudspeaker and added: "I will add one last sentence, if the mushroom sauce side business makes money, those members who did not participate in the investment will not be able to participate in the dividend this time, and you should not cry and scold me for being unfair at that time." ”

Originally, if the collective business made money, it would be divided equally among all the people in the team.

However, this time it is an individual fundraising, so according to the regulations, when the first dividend is distributed, it can only be distributed to those members who invest, and then everyone will share the money according to the centimeter.