It was noon when he returned to Huhai's home, and Song Yuanchao entered the alley, and met the Zhang family's aunt who was sitting outside with Xiao Pingping and sitting outside in the sun at the door of the house.

"Auntie, I'm back."

"Have you been to Nong Gusu?" The mother of the Zhang family asked, Song Yuanchao said that she had been there, and then took out the dim sum specially bought in Gusu from her schoolbag: "I brought you some dim sum, hemp cakes and square cakes, they are all delicious." ”

Zhang's aunt took it with a smile, seeing Xiao Pingping watching from the side, Zhang's aunt opened the paper bag and took a square cake for her, Xiao Pingping took it and couldn't wait to take a bite, and suddenly her big eyes smiled into a crescent moon.

"Thank you, brother." While eating, Xiao Pingping didn't forget to say thank you, Song Yuanchao smiled and touched her head and said you're welcome, just like it, just eat it, and Brother will buy it for her in the future.

"Aid the DPRK, just buy a little bit in the future, don't spend money lavishly, you have to be careful in your life."

"Knowing A-Niang, Nong can rest assured." Song Yuanchao's heart was warm, feeling the care of the Zhang family's aunt for him.

The mother of the Zhang family asked Song Yuanchao if he had eaten lunch, if he hadn't eaten her house, there would be some food to make do, Song Yuanchao smiled and said that he had already eaten, and chatted at the door for a while, and Song Yuanchao went back to his house.

When he returned home, Song Yuanchao first packed up his things, washed his face, walked to the desk by the window, sat down, took out a pen and paper from the drawer, wrote and drawn.

Originally, according to Song Yuanchao's idea, he planned to wait for the hukou to be solved and go to work in the school-run factory first, and then start his own plan in the school-run factory.

But people are not as good as heaven, yesterday Gusu and his party coincidentally met Jiang Dongliang and them, and through this incident, Song Yuanchao found a business opportunity.

It is true that this batch of casing in Liangxi Plastic Factory is a waste product, but the waste product also has the value of a waste product, and in the eyes of others, such a waste product is a useless thing, but in the eyes of Song Yuanchao, this batch of casing is an excellent treasure.

In fact, when he was in the hotel, Song Yuanchao was sure to help the other party dispose of this batch of casings, but Song Yuanchao did not do it.

Song Yuanchao is not a good person, Jiang Dongliang and Wei Xuejun are not any relatives and friends of Song Yuanchao, there is no need for him to make efforts to guide them for no reason.

In this society, there is no future for good people, and it is those good people who often suffer in interpersonal communication. This was clearly seen in Song Yuanchao's nearly seventy-year career in his previous life, so it was impossible for him to help the other party solve the problem without a little benefit.

In later generations, a good plan or plan is synonymous with wealth, and the exchange of interests is a very common situation, and it is also a model of business.

But in this era, this situation is impossible, so Song Yuanchao wanted to capture the past, first pretending to be a gaffe, and then deliberately refused, step by step let Jiang Dongliang achieve the result he wanted according to his will.

This method is very subtle, and it also requires Jiang Dongliang to take the initiative to cooperate, if Jiang Dongliang can understand the signal released by Song Yuanchao, then it will be done. Based on Song Yuanchao's judgment, Jiang Dongliang should be able to understand after working for so many years in supply and marketing, and the final facts also proved his judgment.

If Jiang Dongliang, like Wei Xuejun, didn't understand Song Yuanchao's hint or deliberately pretended to be stupid, then Song Yuanchao would definitely not say more than half a word, and the matter would not be over.

Because even if it can't be done, Song Yuanchao will definitely not put himself in a disadvantageous situation, and now this result is the best, Jiang Dongliang not only understood what Song Yuanchao meant, but also answered the conversation very smartly.

90 rolls of casing, this is not a small number, not to mention that Song Yuanchao still needs to pay 160 yuan, with the current financial state of Song Yuanchao, these money is almost half of his property.

But Song Yuanchao was not worried, because he actually took a big advantage in this transaction, especially in the end, Song Yuanchao specially asked Jiang Dongliang if he could issue a ticket, but the most important thing is that after paying the money to open the ticket, this transaction is completely legal, and no one can find fault with it afterwards.

Song Yuanchao took a moment to come up with a drawing, which was a table-like thing, but it was a little different from an ordinary table, with a few raised things fixed on it, respectively above and below the tabletop, and there were card slots between the two.

Song Yuanchao carefully marked the size of each part on it, and after all of them were finished, Song Yuanchao checked it and nodded with satisfaction after making sure that there was no problem.

After finishing the drawings, Song Yuanchao took out a few pieces of stationery and began to write a letter, in fact, he planned to write it on the day he came back, but he has been busy for the past few days, and he didn't have time until now.

wrote two letters first, which were sent to Anton and Jinling, and when these two letters were written, Song Yuanchao continued to write the third letter, but compared with the first two letters, this letter Song Yuanchao stopped writing a beginning of the letter, his eyes gradually moved away from the letter, and quietly looked out of the window on the side, as if looking into the distance, and seemed to be remembering something.

After a while, a smile appeared on the corner of Song Yuanchao's face, he retracted his gaze and picked up the pen again, and wrote on the letter, this letter took him longer than the previous two letters combined, and when the final "Regards, respects, Song Yuanchao" These seven words, Song Yuanchao put down the pen.

Packed the three letters one by one in an envelope, and neatly wrote the address and recipient on it, Song Yuanchao took the letter and left home and went straight to the nearby post office, bought stamps at the post office and pasted them, and then put the three letters into the mailbox, Song Yuanchao seemed to have completed an extremely important thing, and the whole person was a lot lighter.

Coming out of the post office, Song Yuan walked home in a car, and before he reached the alley, there was a rush of bicycle ringing behind him.

"Aid Korea!"

"Uncle!"

Song Yuanchao also thought that the road he was walking was blocking the way of other people's bicycles, so he deliberately gave way to the sidewalk, and who wanted to take a step Zhang Jianguo's voice sounded behind him.

Looking back, Zhang Jianguo was riding a bicycle, and on the schoolbag rack of the bicycle sat a little boy wearing a red scarf and carrying a schoolbag.

Seeing this little guy Song Yuanchao was immediately happy, this ass was still restless sitting on the bicycle, his body was twisting around, and at the same time he tilted his head and looked at his little boy with curious eyes, isn't it Zhang Jianguo's son Zhang Hao?

"Just got off work? This is Xiao Haozi, right? Song Yuanchao asked with a smile.

Zhang Jianguo nodded, pointed to Zhang Hao who was sitting behind him and said, "You haven't had time to see this stinky boy in the past few days, have you?" When you left, you were still breastfeeding, and lo and behold, it's so big in the blink of an eye. ”

Saying that, Zhang Jianguo patted the restless Zhang Hao: "Call people!" This is your brother who came to aid the DPRK, and you hugged you when you were a child. ”

Zhang Hao's big black eyes looked at Song Yuanchao, grinned and shouted in solidarity with Brother Chao, and then asked curiously: "Brother Yuanchao, my father said that you were skinier than me when you were a child, you could do everything from the trees to the birds, to the river to catch fish, and you also used a slingshot to break other people's glass, didn't you?" ”

"You stinky boy, how can you talk!" Zhang Jianguo's old face suddenly turned red, and on the day Song Yuanchao came back, Zhang Jianguo chatted with his mother and wife at home, and inadvertently mentioned the troubles of Song Yuanchao back then.

Originally, these words were said by adults in private, but who wanted to be secretly listened to by Zhang Hao, a kid, and he didn't expect that Zhang Hao would ask directly in front of his own Lao Tzu as soon as he met today.

Song Yuanchao was also stunned when he heard this, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

"That's right, I hit someone's glass with a slingshot, it's the No. 9 family in the alley, this time the glass window snapped and broke me, and the No. 9 family was so angry that they jumped and scolded and ran out to arrest me, I ran desperately...... It's running so fast that people can't catch up with ...... at all. ”

Song Yuanchao didn't deny it, and admitted these things directly with a smile, but he saw Zhang Hao's excited face and said deliberately: "I felt very cool when I did it, but the consequences were not good, and then people came to the house to complain, and I was almost beaten to death by my father afterwards, this bamboo shoot barbecue was eaten several times in a row, and I couldn't get out of bed for a few days." Xiao Haozi, what's wrong? Do you also want to learn from your brother to taste the taste of this bamboo shoot barbecue? ”

Zhang Hao listened to Song Yuanchao bragging with great interest a moment ago, his eyes were shining, and his face was excited and eager to try, but at the end, a trace of panic suddenly flashed in Zhang Hao's eyes, what? Bamboo shoot barbecue? It's not that Zhang Hao hasn't eaten this dish, all the children who have eaten it definitely don't want to eat it a second time, he doesn't want his ass to be opened by his father.