The little boss in the hotel was really shocked by Wen Chunhua?

The psychiatric hospital is closed today, and the patients are all released?

Isn't this a pit man?

There was a guest at the door who was about to come in, and when he saw Wen Chunhua's crazy appearance, he was too frightened to enter.

The little owner of the hotel was in a hurry, Wen Chunhua asked for wine again, and sternly refused.

"Alcohol hurts a lot, boss, you can't rely on alcohol to vent something, you, hurry home and rest." The little boss will definitely not be able to continue to bring him wine, it is only eight o'clock now, and the business of the night market will be busy soon, and such a person will make a fuss here, so he will not have to do business.

"It's stingy, it's not uncommon for you to be in this place." Wen Chunhua threw five yuan on the table, turned around and left.

"Hey, I'm looking for your money." The little boss caught up with him and forced him to give him the change.

Wen Chunhua packed the money, muttered non-stop, and when he arrived at the intersection, he saw Ling Er and Wang Gang squatting under the street lamp pole.

Ling Er said, "Didn't you drink too much, did you?" ”

"It's just two beers." Wen Chunhua wanted to drink white, but pinched his fingers, the wine in the roadside shop was nine times out of ten, and in his lost dream, there could be no fake.

If you want to drink, you have to be in an acquaintance's shop.

Ling Er smiled and said, "I think you're hypocritical, really, you want to live, I want to survive, you all need money, just look at money." ”

"You little kid don't understand." Wen Chunhua was even more frustrated when he heard this.

Ling Er smiled and said, "Yes, I don't understand. ”

Since Wen Chunhua was fine, he was no longer worried, and let Wen Chunhua be in a daze here, and he and Wang Gang went home first.

To his surprise, Wen Chunhua continued to go out of the stall, although he said no, in fact, his body was still very honest, someone came to tell fortunes and sent money to his pocket, he still accepted it, and he was not as resistant as before.

However, it is still impossible for the guest to get a good face from him.

Wen Banxian's name is getting louder and louder in the old West Gate and the City God Temple.

However, Wen Banxian has the rules of Wen Banxian, he only looks at the faces of three people every day, and he doesn't look at it if he has more.

This is Ling Er's idea, if it is a person who gives money, he will look at his appearance, and Wen Chunhua will not be worth much.

This also fits Wen Chunhua's thoughts, just because the mantra of "Mai Shenxiang" is so little, it seems to be a little insufficient, when encountering incurable diseases, there are no words in his mouth, which is despised.

For example, the old man on the other side had already laughed at him Jiang Lang's talent, turning over and over, just such a little means.

He didn't have a heart for study, but he didn't want to be despised.

The three places every day go very quickly, and the rest of the time is nothing more than reading "Yuanhai Ziping", "Three Lives Tonghui", "Poor Tong Baojian", "Three World Books", and "One Palm Sutra".

Ling Er naturally didn't bother to care about Wen Chunhua's, what he was worried about was where to get the money.

He bought a lot of stocks, and when the stock exchange is completed, he should be able to make a lot of money, so he will not be short of yuan.

What he lacks is strong currencies such as the US dollar, the Japanese yen, and the Australian dollar, and even if it is a little baht, he can be gratified!

Without foreign exchange, you can't introduce advanced equipment, advanced production lines, and advanced technology, and many things will be difficult to do.

Pull oneself up by one’s bootstraps?

It's possible, but it's too time-consuming.

Time is money.

For a big country like China, two industrial revolutions have already been taken, and there is a huge gap between China and the world's advanced level in all aspects.

The third industrial revolution represented by the application of atomic energy technology, aerospace technology and electronic computer technology is developing vigorously, and the Chinese can no longer afford to delay; in order to achieve overtaking in corners, we must absorb the technology of developed countries through various ways and strive to integrate with developed countries.

As for innovation?

It's like a child who has just learned to walk, and you can't call him incompetent because he is a toddler and can't participate in world-class competitions, and he will only imitate adults for walking.

Nor can he be deprived of the right to walk because he can only imitate.

"Money...."Ling Er scratched his head.

"You're such a money junkie." Wen Chunhua sighed and said, "You kid is now a little millionaire, aren't you satisfied?" ”

Every day, he could see Ling Er pondering there, a half-big cub who didn't know where to get so much thought.

"Millionaire? This is what you call wealth and wealth? Ling Er glanced at him and said, "The bird's ambition is clear." ”

"How do you know you're not ambitious?" Wen Chunhua deliberately contradicted him.

"Whether I have talent or not, you know in your heart." Ling Er naturally wouldn't have a verbal battle with him, because there was no point.

A short, stocky, middle-aged man with a large plate face was walking towards them, followed by two young men, one of whom showed signs of baldness like him.

"In any case, don't look at this person." Ling Er recognized this person, and he whispered to Wen Chunhua, "Remember, I don't even look at how much money I give." ”

"You know him?" Wen Chunhua's quota today is gone, even if Ling Er doesn't say it, he won't break the rules.

"You don't read the newspaper?" Ling Er was sure that it had been reported in the newspaper, but he definitely hadn't read it, he smiled and said, "It should be the richest man in China, but it is said that he is too rampant, and he has offended many people, and there is a high probability that he will be imprisoned, so we can't afford to provoke it." ”

"Rich and noble, isn't it a person with a treacherous mark?" Wen Chunhua raised his head slightly, and glanced at the other party inadvertently, the position of the crow's feet in his eyes was the traitorous door, if this position was dark blue, there would be a prison sentence, and there would also be a prison disaster for family members.

"Listen to me?" Ling Er didn't have time to explain more.

"Listen to you." Wen Chunhua nodded. The man had already walked up, and he said with rare enthusiasm, "Look, the book is relatively complete." ”

"See?" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the young man behind him handed over a banknote, a new version, a hundred-dollar banknote that is rarely circulated on the market, and on the front is a relief statue of the four great men.

This handwriting, Ling Er's heart was stained, he was worthy of being a person who did great things, and he was not like words.

One hundred yuan is two months' wages for many people.

"Look, I don't look." Wen Chunhua pointed to the bookstall and didn't take the money.

He believed Ling Er's words, and there was a high probability that such a rich person would have reported it in the newspaper.

"My surname is Mu, do you want to be born?" The middle-aged man who claimed to be surnamed Mu continued, "I heard that you are quasi, show me?" ”

"Nothing counts, doesn't move, and insincerity doesn't count." Wen Chunhua put up the score and said, "You, I can't count it." ”

There was a lot of commotion in the hundreds, and slowly people began to gather around.

"Master Wen only counts three trigrams every day, so let's count tomorrow."

A familiar person came out and chimed in, "It's useless to have money. ”

The middle-aged man surnamed Mu glanced at the young man, and the young man took out five hundred yuan from his bag.

The people around him blocked their breathing and almost screamed.