In the 80s, 10,000 yuan households were still a new word.

And the injection of 100,000 yuan is definitely a big deal.

Zhang Haiquan paused, tacitly calculated the total investment amount this time, and couldn't help but gasp, and had a more intuitive understanding of the strength of the Huo family.

The haze that shrouded him in the morning was dispelled, and Huo Jingyun walked out of the economic and trade gate, without letting the driver follow, and walked slowly through the central street.

Compared with the rows of low-rise bungalows in the past, the streets of the town are now full of shops, and the crowd of people is busy rubbing shoulders, carrying burdens and buying and selling and the shouts of the shops are connected into a lively scene.

It is faster than the capital to integrate into the atmosphere of doing business in the sea.

"Waiter, two bowls of pork knuckle rice, semi-fat and lean, don't marinade."

"I want a bowl of braised pork rice with braised eggs."

……

In the center of the whole street, it is also the most lively shop, full of tables and chairs, full of people in front of the external sales window, and the rich and fragrant lo-mei wafts out, familiar and domineering.

No one dared to open a restaurant ten meters away.

The guests who came and went were also very polite, not like the general care of the roadside stalls, some people who did not have seats squatted directly under the eaves of the porch, and after eating, they also played a bowl of bone broth for free and walked and drank.

Osmanthus kept coming, but in the gap of the afterglow, he suddenly saw an unusually conspicuous and handsome figure, and then looked at it, and hurriedly wiped his hands in his apron.

"Mr. Huo, you're finally back." Although the young man looked a few years younger than her, Osmanthus still used the honorific title under that noble aura, with a respectful attitude, but his expression could not hide his excitement, "The boss is in the backyard, if I know that you are back, I will definitely be happy." ”

It seems that Lian Xiao did not tell the people in the shop the news that he was back.

Osmanthus also inherited her mother's warm-heartedness, and asked several times, "Do you want to eat something first?" After eating, oh, then you better go and meet the boss, otherwise she will get lovesick with the letter every day. ”

"Letter?" Huo Jingyun's eyebrows moved, and he rarely stopped.

"yes." Osmanthus covered her mouth and giggled, "Although there is no name on the letter every time, the boss often looks at the letter for a long time, but it is more serious than drawing, and sometimes he is copying one or two letters, and every time he bumps into it, he is red-faced." It's not that it's hurting Acacia. ”

Affected by it, even the osmanthus has recently found her in-law's house, and she is also full of red light and happy events.

Huo Jingyun entered through the small door on one side and passed through the corridor to the backyard.

At a glance, I saw a girl sitting under the magnolia tree, writing things with her head down.

The bright summer light broke through the cracks in the treetops, dappled and fell on her shoulders and eyebrows, and the shade under the lush green canopy of the huge canopy, the breeze swept through the treetops, and brushed a few strands of long hair around her neck.

"Wrong."

Lian Xiaozheng was writing in a daze, and suddenly heard the voice above his head, and his whole body stiffened, and it was too late to cover it up.

There was the familiar scent of grass soaphorn behind her, which made half of her face red.

"I ...... It's just to see how good your words are. She explained that there was no silver here, and she subconsciously crumpled the scratch paper at hand.

A large hand reached out above her head, stopping her movements, and grabbing the fingertips of her pen.

"The pen goes from this side, don't unload the force, one stroke to the end."

The young man's warm voice was a little magnetic and low, and half of his body leaned over as he spoke, almost caging her in his arms.

After writing that word, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked, "Is it good-looking?" ”