Old man Li was a carpenter when he was young, and he was also a carpenter when he was old, and he came to the city to find work while the farm was not working.

Fortunately, a small boss did not think that others were slow and hired him.

"Erwa, come to live, you have to thank Boss Chen, if he has something to do in the future, he will help if he can." Old man Li knocked his pipe and shouted back.

Erwa flicked the cigarette butt that had been smoked to the ground on the ground, "I know, Boss Xiao Chen is a good person and has given us so much work." ”

A computer desk is not light, and it is definitely unrealistic to move back, so Chen Zheng sold his favor and asked Old Man Li to call some fellow villagers to come over and pull goods and make some small money.

In less than an hour, Zhou Xiaodong's computer was selling hot, and Chen Zheng's computer desk was also selling hot, and nearly 100 copies were sold in the blink of an eye.

On the other hand, Shi Xiaohu's side, intermittently, only sold four or five tickets, most of them were young and young, and they were taken away without trying to sit down.

"What the hell is going on!" Shi Xiaohu's face turned green.

The same style, the price is lower, the workmanship is finer, why would you lose to Chen Zheng!

"I'm going to investigate!" Wang Yuanbo's face also turned pale, if the money didn't come back, his father would hang him and beat him to death.

Soon, Wang Yuanbo ran back after observing the thief for a while.

"Xiaohu, it's a little different!"

"What's the difference? Except for the little cabinet, our things are almost made with him! ”

Wang Yuanbo gritted his teeth, "Chen Zheng sawed the table leg by two inches, and I secretly asked a carpenter." ”

"Sawing two inches." Shi Xiaohu was stunned, and then slapped his thigh, "No wonder, I'm afraid it's a little high, and it's uncomfortable to do it for a long time." Yuanbo, you are watching here, I will call Uncle De to bring some carpenters over. ”

Wang Yuanbo did not answer, his face was aggrieved.

"What's wrong again?" Shi Xiaohu was already on the verge of rage.

"Little Tiger...... Our computer desk has a cabinet in the lower right corner...... It can't be sawn at all, and if it is sawed, it will break. ”

Airplanes!

Shi Xiaohu's head buzzed, and he almost fainted.

......

The income is quite good.

Chen Zheng's nearly 300 computer desks, with Zhou Xiaodong's computer sales, in the end, there were less than ten left.

"I've told you, I'm optimistic about you, because you have brains." Zhou Xiaodong walked over and spoke happily.

Chen Zheng was not hypocritical, and handed over thirty percent of the sales.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xiaodong waved his hand, "You can keep it, just make a friend, maybe in the future, we will help each other." ”

Chen Zheng frowned silently.

Money is a trivial matter, and human favor is a major matter, but now, he really doesn't want to have a stiff relationship with Zhou Xiaodong.

"Then thank you, Brother Zhou, let's drink again when we have time." Chen Zheng said.

Zhou Xiaodong patted Chen Zheng on the shoulder, "Okay, I'll recognize you little brother." ”

In front of the old shopping mall, the crowded crowd has gradually dispersed.

Shi Xiaohu and Wang Yuanbo probably felt embarrassed, and they closed the stall in the afternoon, but it was a pity that the small stage that had just been built.

"Ah Zheng, we succeeded!" Zhao Tianjian was very excited, or rather, this glasses brother finally realized the fun of making money.

Chen Zheng divided the money in half and handed half of it to Zhao Tianjian.

"Tianjian, it's been hard these days, let's make more money next time, you take this half first."

Zhao Tianjian didn't answer, and habitually raised his glasses.

"Ah Zheng, I'm different from Zhou Xiaodong, I said, Ah Zheng, you will definitely be great in the future, it's best not to scatter the money."

Zhao Tianjian's meaning, Chen Zheng understands, right now, it is the time when money is needed, two young people from the countryside, senior wastes in the eyes of others, want to turn over with this.

The first pot of gold for selling computer desks, Chen Zheng made a rough calculation, excluding the commission money and red envelopes left for the workers, the material fee, and the wood on credit, plus Zhou Xiaodong did not take 30%, at least more than 60,000 yuan.

In this era, although it is no longer popular to have 10,000 yuan or anything, 60,000 yuan is no longer a small amount.

"Okay." Chen Zheng nodded.

After reliving his life, Chen Zhengcai discovered that Zhao Tianjian was really an excellent friend, of course, an excellent male friend......

At this time, the old man Li, who was originally squatting on the side, came over, and after chatting for a while with polite words, he suddenly spit out a sentence that made Chen Zheng afraid.

"Erwazi, they have been busy for most of the day, and on the side of Ping'an Road, the locals of those Niubi have finally moved away, and they are expanding recently, and they have to make a long detour."

Chen Zheng was stunned.

But everyone who lives in Huaicheng knows what kind of scene Ping'an Road is, a dilapidated old road, when it rains, it will be mud and water will be mixed into a ball, muddy, very difficult to walk. In the previous life, many people reported the situation to the high-level, but because a row of nail households refused to move out, it was dragged down for seven or eight years.

But now, the nail household has moved! It was expanded right away!

In other words, what Chen Zheng feared the most happened, the reborn life did not follow the timeline of the previous life, it had already diverged and drifted away.

And Qin Qingqing may no longer be his wife, become Fang Ru's, or become someone else's.

Chen Zheng's face swelled with indescribable panic, and he gritted his teeth, "Tianjian, I'll leave for a while." ”

......

Chen Zheng asked Su Ying, the exhibition was held in the art museum in the south of Huaicheng, and it is said to be the latest masterpiece of Fan Qingshan, a famous master of splashing ink in China.

There may be many paths in life, but there is only one wife.

Fang Ru, Lao Tzu was able to marry Qin Qingqing in his last life, and he can also marry Qin Qingqing in this life!

At the fastest speed, Chen Zheng got into a taxi and rushed to the south of Huaicheng.

He didn't know what was going to happen next. At least, he couldn't let Fang Ru, the bastard, succeed.

In front of the Huaicheng Art Museum, the flow of people is not much.

Similar to this kind of eye-consuming splashed ink painting, few people are willing to appreciate it, so it is better to go to the cinema to watch a literary film.

Fang Ru didn't like it either.

But Qin Qingqing likes it, and he can only pretend to like it.

"Qingqing, look at this orange picture, the fruit is fruitful, full of fun, reflecting the harvest scene of autumn."

Qin Qingqing glanced at Fang Ru with some reluctance, "Senior, that's a pomegranate ......"

Fang Ru was stunned, and then laughed, "I'll just say, Master Fan Qingshan's ink treasure is really not simple." ”

Qin Qingqing sighed secretly, if she hadn't wanted to come to see the art exhibition, she wouldn't have been with Fang Ru at all.

She didn't like Fang Ru, she couldn't say why, she always felt that one day in the future, there would be a man with a sword and galloping horse, dressed in fluttering white clothes to look for her.

It's a pity that Qin Qingqing's parents like Fang Confucianism very much, and they have worked hard to match.

"Qingqing, you know, I'm actually better at other arts, such as piano, such as Latin dance."

"yes, I know."

Qin Qingqing replied lightly, turned around, and looked at the painting seriously.

Fang Ru was not good at this, and he didn't dare to give random advice, so as not to be embarrassed for the second time.

At this time, he found a young man, leaning closer and closer to them.

Fang Ru frowned.

If it is an elegant and decent person, but a poor and sour-looking boy, that feeling is like a delicate rose, watching someone sprinkle it with mud.

Fang Ru quietly took two steps forward, patted the young man on the shoulder, and motioned for him to stay away.

"This gentleman, please keep quiet and don't disturb me to observe Master Fan Qingshan's paintings." The young man spoke coldly.

In Fang Ru's heart, 10,000 grass and mud horses rushed by, but it was difficult to make a sound, for fear of provoking Qin Qingqing's dislike.

When you get out of the art museum, you just need to find someone to get a meal. Fang Ru comforted himself like this.

Unexpectedly, the young man suddenly looked at Qin Qingqing and said, "Hey, do you also like this August pomegranate picture?" ”

Qin Qingqing raised her head and looked at the young man who was talking to her, she couldn't say why, she just felt very close.

That feeling is like an old acquaintance who has not met for a long time.

"The August pomegranate picture should be Master Fan's best painting in recent years." The young man continued.

"What do you mean by that?" Qin Qingqing bowed slightly, she didn't think that this pomegranate picture was too brilliant compared to others.

Of course you said that, so a few years later, you suddenly realized how perfect this August pomegranate picture was.

The young man is Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng held back the excitement in his heart, tried his best to suppress the emotions that were about to explode, glanced at Qin Qingqing lightly, and lowered his head, "Generally speaking, September is the ripening period of pomegranates, and the pomegranates in this painting are fully ripe in August. Actually, the painting should have another title, called Early Autumn. ”

"Hehe, what do you know about a hairy boy? Just look at your clothes, I don't know which stall to dig from, talk about art? Just open your mouth? Fang Ru sneered on the side.

Chen Zheng's face did not show any annoyance, and replied in a straight voice, "Although I am poor, this does not prevent me from liking paintings, and the painter Miller is busy with farming, burning wood and taking charcoal strips to paint, and he will not give up, so I will not give up." ”

I've been a husband and wife with Qin Qingqing for almost eight years, and I know everything about her, how can you compare with me!

These words obviously choked Fang Ru to death.

Qin Qingqing listened, her expression moving slightly.

This guy doesn't seem to be a bad guy.