Yan Song's handlebar is pasted with several stickers of Hong Kong and Taiwan stars.

He cherishes these stickers and wraps them in plastic bags when it is windy and rainy.

Without him, it was posted by his precious daughter.

Yan Song is 43 years old, and his only daughter is only six years old, which is his lifeline.

Leaving the factory, he boarded the car and rode to his daughter's tutor's house.

Yang Weicheng followed him from afar, knew himself and his opponent, and won every battle.

He borrowed the fat man's bicycle, and he had to change it back for someone when he turned around.

Riding and riding, Yang Weicheng felt that this neighborhood was very familiar, as if Xie Zhongyu's family lived in this area.

"The Earth is getting smaller and smaller, so coincidentally?" Yang Weicheng muttered.

He followed Yan Song all the way, and saw him enter the courtyard where Xie Zhongyu's family lived from a distance, and saw Xie Zhongyu leading a six or seven-year-old girl standing at the door of the building.

It was Yan Song who handed over to him.

What a coincidence!

Yang Weicheng held back and didn't show up, and waited until Yan Song led the little girl away with a smile before he caught up with Xie Zhongyu.

As soon as Xie Zhongyu opened the door, he heard shouts from behind.

"Brother Xie!"

He looked back and was overjoyed: "Wei Cheng, you're here!" ”

"Hey, I didn't come by random." Yang Weicheng said, "Do you know that person just now?" ”

"Who? Oh, you said Lao Yan! Xie Zhongyu smiled and said, "It can be regarded as acquaintance, his wife and I are distant relatives, and we used to be colleagues." What's wrong? ”

"He's from the Star Bulb Factory." Yang Weicheng said.

Xie Zhongyu was stunned for a long time, and then suddenly remembered that Yang Weicheng was doing business with a trading company in Beisu.

He patted his head: "Look at my brain, so I am not a business material, but fortunately, the school agreed to my early reinstatement." Come on, come in, come in. ”

Yang Weicheng was not polite and entered the Xie family.

The two children are at school, Zhang Guizhi is also in the unit, and Xie Zhongyu has no class this morning, so he stays at home.

He sat down, Xie Zhongyu was busy chattering, making him tea and getting biscuits, and sat down to chat with him.

"Wei Cheng, you don't want to ask Lao Yan for help, do you?" Xie Zhongyu asked, "Sizzle, it seems that Lao Yan is indeed in charge of sales, do you want me to help you talk about it?" ”

"No, you don't." Yang Weicheng took a sip of tea, waved his hand and said, "This kind of trivial matter, you don't need Brother Xie to make a move, just tell me, what's going on with his child, this point is either at school or at home, how can he be here with you?" ”

"Oh, Yanyan, it's pitiful to say." Xie Zhongyu spoke eloquently.

It turned out that Yan Song got married at the age of 20, and the two were in love and harmony, and their husbands sang with their wives. One worked as a salesman in the Xingpai light bulb factory, and the other worked as a logistics teacher in the school.

In these big cities, dual-income families live richer than the average person.

But there is only one point, the two have not had children for many years after marriage. I went to the hospital for an examination, and both of them were normal in that regard, but they were a little weak, and it was good to say that they were conditioning.

Transferred back and forth, a few years passed. It wasn't until seven years ago that Yan Song's daughter-in-law became pregnant and desperately gave birth to a baby daughter.

The two of them were a treasure when Yanyan was a treasure, but his daughter-in-law also gave birth to her first child because of her advanced age, and her vitality was greatly damaged, and she fell ill and died of illness within two years.

Yan Song cares about her daughter very much, has no plans to remarry, and only thinks about raising her child.

"Lao Yan is shrewd, shrewd, and his daughter is his lifeline. He was reluctant to let Yanyan suffer in kindergarten, so he kept it at my house. When my parents were still there, I helped him take care of the children. Now that the child is a little older, I will do extracurricular tutoring for her when I have nothing to do, and she will go to elementary school after the summer vacation. ”

"Oh." Yang Weicheng nodded thoughtfully.

Xie Zhongyu asked, "What are you doing with these inquiries?" ”

"Know yourself and know your opponent." Yang Weicheng smiled slyly.

Xie Zhongyu was stunned again, he didn't expect this kid to use all the tricks in the art of war to do business, and his brain was really flexible.

He sighed in his heart, no wonder he felt that it was hard to do business, compared with Yang Weicheng, he was like a square wheel, dragging the car forward, and he felt embarrassed and panicked wherever he went.

Yang Weicheng is different, his mind is meticulous, his brain is flexible, he is really a natural businessman, and he will become a big thing in the future.

"And what are you going to do?" Xie Zhongyu asked.

Yang Weicheng held the teacup: "Let's take a step at a time, Lao Jia, can you tell me about the situation of their father and daughter again?" ”

"This kid likes to sing, especially likes new Hong Kong and Taiwan stars, there is a guy named Zhu, Zhu or something, hey, I'm old and I'm not interested in these."

"Judy?" Yang Weicheng was a little excited.

Xie Zhongyu suddenly said: "Oh, yes, yes, it's Judy, what kind of roar is singing that hey, it's that girl." ”

"Really?" Yang Weicheng nodded.

Xie Zhongyu said: "This kid has been having trouble with her father recently. ”

"Why?"

"I heard that Judy is coming to Yanjing, and I want to see it. But you also know, we little people, how can we see those people. No matter how much Lao Yan loves her daughter, there is nothing she can do. ”

Yang Weicheng sighed, and said in his heart that Zheng Qiongmei is coming to Yanjing? Concerts? This girl is flying!

Of course, holding a concert or something, it's just his guess. In these days, the lack of entertainment activities for the common people is a bit pitiful.

Leaving the Xie family, Yang Weicheng returned to his residence, thinking about it again and again, what should I do about this?

Before you know it, you fall asleep.

Early the next morning, Yang Weicheng went to the restaurant opposite the bulb factory and squatted. After observing for two days, I finally saw Yan Song enter the hall at noon on this day.

With Yan Song, there were two other people, one of whom was a foreigner with a big nose, who was Ivan.

The other one made him cry and laugh a little - Xie Zhongyu.

Fortunately, Yang Weicheng has always liked to sit in the corner, facing the doors and windows to observe the surroundings.

Although the restaurant is small, that corner is hard to notice because it is surrounded by bottles and empty cardboard boxes.

"Come on, come on, I'm having a treat today, boss, let's have more good wine and food, and open the eyes of international friends." Yan Song Road.

"Okay!" The fat man happily went to the back kitchen to get busy.

It seems that Ivan either didn't recognize Xie Zhongyu, or the two had hooked up a long time ago.

However, Yang Weicheng believes that the former is more reliable.

In the eyes of some foreigners, Chinese people look similar, just as Chinese people look at foreigners.

The three of them chatted while eating, and it turned out that Yan Song wanted Xie Zhongyu to be a translator to help him talk about business.

Yang Weicheng could not understand Russian, but he could understand Chinese.

Although Yan Song said it very vaguely, he still understood.

It turned out that this old boy was selling the light bulbs in the factory at a low price, but asked for a high rebate.

And he also has more means, not only occupying the assembly line in the factory, but also trying to occupy all the relevant factories with production capacity in the city.

Most of those light bulb factories are street enterprises, half-dead, and suddenly there are orders, of course, those who come do not refuse.

This is also the reason why Yang Weicheng traveled all over Yanjing, but could not find a single one that could produce light bulbs.

"I see." Yang Weicheng nodded secretly, "One wants a kickback, and the other is estimated to be buying low and selling high, under the banner of the company, doing his own business, Andre definitely doesn't know these things." ”

Yang Weicheng didn't care about Ivan, but he didn't want to suffer a loss. Of course, piggybacking, and I don't want to see a father who loves his daughter, because Ivan is in prison because he stumbled.

Xie Zhongyu really didn't know about these in advance, and in the process of helping to translate, he had an expression of eating.

The vast majority of people in these years are very principled, and the interests of the state and the collective are higher than their own selfish interests.

Yang Weicheng listened while eating, and an idea gradually formed.

At seven o'clock, when the lights were on, Yan Song pushed his bicycle and left the factory.

It was drizzling in the sky, and he quickly took out the plastic bag he had prepared long ago and carefully covered the sticker that his daughter had put on the handlebar.

Ding zero zero!

Yan Song rang the bell in high spirits, preparing to go to his relative Xie Zhongyu's house to pick up the child.

But the strange thing is that no matter how hard he pedals, the car can't move.

Yan Song looked back and saw that a kid was grabbing his car butt and smiling at him.

"Who are you?" Yan Song frowned and asked angrily.

Yang Weicheng smiled and said, "Manager Yan, hello!" ”

Yan Song sneered: "What's the matter?" Most of them, he thought, had come to him for an errand.

Judging by this kid's age, he should want to work in the Star Pie, right?

Since I was promoted to sales department manager, these bullshit things have not stopped.