At half past nine in the evening, Yang Weicheng was almost bored in the house and dozed off, when a car horn sounded outside the door.

He stretched out from the sofa and stood up, walked to the window, looked out through the gap in the curtains, and saw the graceful Liu Ruofan get out of the car.

Liu Ruofan carried the bag and explained a few words to the people in the car before turning around and entering the yard.

Yang Weicheng hurriedly hid behind the door, ready to surprise her.

Bang!

The door was vigorously pushed open, and the door panel slammed on Yang Weicheng's head, and before the poor guy could stand firmly, his eyes turned black and he almost fainted.

"Ouch!"

Liu Ruofan was frightened by this scream, and hurriedly probed to look.

"I said brother, you are not naïve!" She asked with a smile in her eyes.

Yang Weicheng covered his nose: "Pity my tall and straight, I provoked you, can't you enter the door properly?" Tell you, if I break my appearance, you have to support me for the rest of my life! ”

"Your ancestor's surname is Lai, right?" Liu Ruofan seemed to be very tired, and he didn't even have the strength to laugh.

She kicked off her high heels, threw the bag to Yang Weicheng, walked into the living room barefoot, and nestled into the sofa.

Yang Weicheng put the bag away, leaned over and asked, "Sister, are you tired?" How's it going to be outside? ”

"Well, don't ask me that. I'm going to go through the formalities tomorrow, be smart, and keep a low profile. She said.

Yang Weicheng nodded obediently: "Don't worry." ”

The two chatted a few more words and asked about their respective farewells, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

He saw that Liu Ruofan had something on his mind, and he wanted to speak several times and stopped.

"Sister, what's going on with the light bulb?" Yang Weicheng asked, "I've already told Andre to ask him to come to Yanjing as well." They were very happy with me and said they wanted to add 10,000 light bulbs. ”

"Really?" Liu Ruofan smiled dryly, "I was about to tell you about the light bulb." ”

"What?" Yang Weicheng sat solemnly.

The lighting outlines Liu Ruofan's lines perfectly, with light and dark, high and low, fascinating. Yang Weicheng was chatting with her about the light bulb while looking at her light bulb.

Those two beautiful eyes glow like light bulbs. Even if she is tired, even if she is in a bad mood, she can't hide her beauty.

Liu Ruofan had long felt Yang Weicheng's subtle and slightly wanton, wanton and bold gaze, and he was very proud.

As a woman, she was very proud of her figure and deliberately ruffled her hair.

"At present, the assembly lines of Yanjing's light bulb factories are occupied, and only one Xingpai light bulb factory is left to produce light bulbs. However, the sales manager of this bulb factory said that the production capacity of the last six months has been booked by other companies. ”

Yang Weicheng's eyes widened: "With such a big Yanjing, there is no factory that can produce light bulbs?" ”

"Almost...... That's right. Liu Ruofan was embarrassed to admit this reality, "So now you either go back to Zhonghai, or go to the surrounding Ji Province, or Jincheng." But ......"

"But how?" Yang Weicheng was a little upset, he had known that this matter would not be handed over to Liu Ruofan, and it was so troublesome.

But he also knows that at this moment, there is no point in complaining, and he can only find a way as soon as possible.

This is Andrei's trust in him, the credibility of a trader. Virgin trade order, he doesn't want to make any mistakes.

You must know that before leaving Zhonghai, he had already informed Andre to come to Yanjing as soon as possible to sign the contract. What if someone comes and finds that everything is good, so what if they need a light bulb?

Their company's orders are bundled, and if there is one less, the list will not be finished.

According to Yang Weicheng's idea, since there is a shortage of materials in the country, then if you can buy something, you can send it back quickly.

Of course, the national conditions are different, and each person has his own position and principles, and he cannot be forced.

In short, it's about credibility, no small matter.

"But I don't think the surrounding cities can produce many light bulbs. In fact, I suspect that their production lines are all occupied by the Star Pie. Liu Ruofan said.

Yang Weicheng fell into deep thought.

Liu Ruofan said what was on his mind, and he was suddenly relaxed and happy. In the past few days, the light bulb has been blocked in her heart, and it is difficult to sleep and eat.

"Okay, rest early, the bedroom in the back is yours, I live in the bedroom in front, if there's anything, knock on the door and call me."

Liu Ruofan stood up tiredly and walked into the bathroom to wash.

The order volume of light bulbs is the smallest in this order, even if Andre adds 10,000 light bulbs, it is still the smallest, and the profit is pitiful in Yang Weicheng's eyes.

But who would have thought that in the end, it would get stuck on the light bulb?

Early the next morning, Liu Ruofan got up and was about to ask Yang Weicheng to go with him to taste Shangjing's signature breakfast - bean juice and pickles, but he knocked on the door for a long time, but he didn't hear him respond.

"This kid is afraid that he will faint from sleep, right?" Liu Ruofan muttered, pushed the door in his mouth with a toothbrush.

The bed inside the door was neat, the room was clean, and the duffel bag was placed on a stool against the wall, Yang Weicheng had already gotten up and gone out.

Where did he go?

At this time, Yang Weicheng was being a potsticker on the bus.

"Yanjing is Yanjing, and there were many people a few decades ago." He grabbed the handrail and looked out the window.

This month is special, with far fewer pedestrians on the road than usual. But the bicycles, the nervous or relaxed, young or old faces, also confirm that this ancient city is ushering in a new era.

In his previous life, Yang Weicheng also liked Yanjing, the gray courtyard, the small alley, and the enthusiastic aunts who sat on the roadside platform at the entrance of the alley.

At this time, the appearance of Yanjing was far from that of later generations, but it had a different charm.

Drip, drip!

A shrill chirp from a nearby car called him back from his reverie.

The car was so hateful that it forced itself from the end of the bus, and Ula disappeared without a trace.

"Think you're flying a rocket?" Yang Weicheng had a black line in his head.

The bus driver hit the steering wheel, and the full bus swayed with passengers. Everyone cursed the driver who was overtaking at high speed, cursing him to catch up with Dai Xiao.

When the car finally arrived, he first arrived at the Bright Light Bulb Factory, a street enterprise, but the light bulb factory had ceased production.

"Where's the light bulb? Workers can't get paid! ”

When I arrived at another light bulb factory, I learned that the production line was occupied, and I was processing a large order for others, and I couldn't spare my hands for a while.

Yang Weicheng turned the whole city like this all day, and the basic situation was not much different from what Liu Ruofan said.

At the end of this day, he was directly tired with stubble on his face, and his chin was a little sharper.

Of course, Yang Weicheng himself was unaware. At about half past five in the afternoon, all the factories had already left work, and he didn't have to ask, so he had to go to the Xingpai bulb factory first.

Once you've found your location, you'll cross the alley next to it and get ready to catch the bus.

Yanjing has a name called Hutong skewers, which is to describe a type of person.

The existence of such people proves that the alleys of this city are well developed, like spider webs, extending in all directions, and you can get lost in them if you are not careful.

Yang Weicheng is a native of Jiangnan, but he likes the northern hutongs very much, he is intoxicated by the charm of history, walking and watching.

"Oh my god!" Suddenly, in an alley on the left-hand side, a woman's scream was heard.

Yang Wei ran over energetically, only to see a few old men and old women, discussing around a position.

"Poor people can't live."

"That's it, the intestines are all out."

Yang Weicheng saw that there was a large pool of blood on the ground, and there was also a pungent smell of blood in the air.

It's not like he hasn't seen blood, but he's never seen so much blood. His nasal cavity was irritated by the smell of rust and he wanted to vomit.

Yang Weicheng resisted the urge to vomit in the end, and said, "Uncle and aunt, let me take a look!" ”

Finally, a young man appeared, a group of old men and old ladies hurriedly got out of the way, and the scene on the ground frightened Yang Weicheng's hairs all over his body stood up.

Leaning against the wall sat a young man, his left hand hanging and his right hand holding his abdomen weakly. There was a pink mass that peeked out from under his palm, and it was the intestines.

Under him, there was a large amount of blood, and Yang Weicheng suspected that his blood was about to run out.

"Hurry up and save people!"

Yang Weicheng didn't say a word, took off his coat, tore it directly into a long strip, and tied up the abdominal wound for him.

"Brother, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away. Where is the nearest hospital? ”

Everyone gossiped to show him the way, and it turned out that there were three hospitals nearby.

Yang Weicheng chose the best one and bent down to pick up the man. As soon as he looked down, he saw a knife on the ground, stained with blood, so he decisively picked it up and ran to the hospital.

This may be physical evidence, and it will be kept for patrols.