Ten minutes later, Zhang Yan walked out of the bank, not looking at the envious or jealous eyes beside him, but at the sky outside.

"Sir, are you like this?"

"It's okay.... I'm wondering, is there anything in this world that money can't do? ”

If a man has no money, all he can see is a straight face, and no one around him will look up to him.

But if he has money, he doesn't need a small goal of 100 million, just 10 million, and the whole world will change greatly.

People who haven't been in touch for a long time will take the initiative to contact you, and the goddess who once knelt and licked will change her mind.

Even your family and friends will be very enthusiastic about you.

"Is this the truth of the world? A man can die, but he must not be short of money! Zhang Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Official, in fact, you have overlooked another thing!"

"Oh?"

"Strength!" Ying Ning rarely became serious: "Money is only the lowest demand, and power is the top, let me ask, if the whole world is subjugated to your power, then money, is it really important?" ”

Zhang Yan fell into deep thought, as if this was indeed the case.

With Dream Ring and "Fighting Liaozhai", money is just a number to him.

What he really wants to pursue is power!

It's a force that makes anyone fear!

But as he had thought, he would never have actively pursued such power.

Rather, it is necessary to cultivate a strong team, which is gradually taking shape.

"One day, the name of my official will resound throughout the world."

..................

Three days later.

Bo'ai Town, Yueshan Village.

This is a remote village, although it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, but it is all poor mountains and bad waters.

In such an environment, it is destined that slightly younger people have already chosen to go out to work.

What is left in the village is just a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, these people sit at the entrance of the village every day, basking in the sun, discussing the head of the family, the Li family, and making up some stories for people.

According to the statistics of the relevant departments, the annual output of gossip and gossip stories in rural China basically exceeds the books written by all writers in a year.

Zhang Yan's family lives in this village, and his parents are just honest farmers who don't have much ability, but they also enjoy such a peaceful life.

Today is an important day for Wolshan Village.

At this time of the month, a postman will come to the village to deliver some transfer slips and letters.

What each family competes with is the money sent back by their sons and daughters every month.

The amount of money also directly proves that this kid is good or bad outside.

Zhang Yan will transfer money to his home every month, but because the income is not too high, the money transferred back each time is not too much.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the villagers who had finished eating were waiting at the entrance of the village, waiting for the arrival of the green motorcycle.

Zhang Yan's parents were also among them, but they consciously stepped back.

After all, those who can stand in the front row are basically those who transferred more than 30,000 yuan last month!

This is an astronomical amount for everyone who has lived in the countryside for a long time.

"Lao Litou, your son transferred 30,000 or 40,000 yuan last month, and he will pay you back this month?"

"Hey, that kid, I can't say it, but I just became a leader in the factory, and my income is sixty or seventy thousand yuan a month, so I have to transfer so much every month, I'm worried."

Lao Li Tou seemed to blame, but the smile he couldn't help betrayed him.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, I heard that your son set up his own factory, what kind of BMW car did he drive last time he came back, how much will he transfer for you this time?"

"Don't mention that kid, he left me 200,000 yuan for the last Chinese New Year, and he refused to come back, you said that I was so old, what was the use of asking for so much money!"

Lao Zhang shook the big gold watch he was wearing: "This is also the one who is not angry and respects me, I can't do it if I don't bring it, it's really sad!" ”

The villagers suddenly felt envious, this watch looked like gold.

"Mother Zhang, your child hasn't paid for two months, right?"

Zhang Yan's mother smiled, she didn't care whether the child paid or not, as long as he was safe and sound, he was better than anything else.

Father Zhang's face was a little unbearable, after all, as a man, it would be a terrible thing to have no face in the village.

"Our Zhang Yan is now engaged in IT, and he will enter a large company in the future, which is an iron rice bowl!"

"Dad Zhang, why are you kicked?"

Father Zhang: "You don't have a donkey at home, I can't explain it to you clearly!" ”

There was a lot of talk, and at this time, the familiar green curved beam motorcycle drove in.

The driver, a middle-aged man in his forties, parked his car in the same position as before, and took out a stack of transfer slips from the basket in front of him.

After turning out the ones that belonged to Yueshan Village, I read them one by one.

"Bai Zhanyou, is Lao Bai here?" The postman is an old acquaintance with everyone: "It's okay, Lao Bai, my son is giving money again!" ”

Bai Zhanyou happily took the envelope, and before he opened it, there were already countless pairs of eyes looking at it.

"It's okay, Lao Bai, seven thousand one, your son is going to get rich!"

"Lao Bai, let's not be stingy, let's go to your house for dinner at night!"

"That's it, this meal can't be run."

"That's not good, this money is still for us Xiaobai to keep to marry a daughter-in-law, besides, you don't have no money!"

The competition ceremony is still going on.

Those who have more money are elated, and those who have less money suddenly feel that they can't hold their heads up.

In the boring countryside, anything that can be compared will attract everyone's interest.

In the end, the postman sent out all the transfer orders, and only Zhang's father and mother were left who did not receive them.

Postman: "Mother Zhang, although your son sends less money every month, he is always on time, it can't be an accident, right?" ”

Zhang's mother's expression was unnatural, but she didn't want to say anything: "Oh, he may have been busy lately, I'll call at night to ask!" ”

Zhang's father was sullen, but he didn't say anything.

He understands that from today until next month, he will be the laughing talk of the village.

This is the best conversation after dinner.

"Okay, okay, let's go, let's go!" The postman didn't stay too long, riding his motorcycle and preparing to leave.

Someone was already preparing to leave, and Zhang's father and mother looked at the postman's back, expecting a miracle to happen.

"Mother Zhang, don't wait, we've been postmen for decades, when did we miss a letter!"

"That's right, if you don't let your children come back, aren't we also working on our new countryside, let's see if we can come back and find some work!"

"If you don't let your family Zhang Yan follow my son to do a good job, why don't you earn 18,000 a month."

Just then, the postman suddenly returned, and shouted:

"Mother Zhang, I have your letter!"

The villagers who had planned to leave all stopped and surrounded again.