Feng Jun has not returned home for nearly two years, and after the Spring Festival the year before last, he did not return to this county seat.

But this time he came back, much more beautiful than the year before, and brought two cars, Passat and Phaeton.

accompanied by classmates Li Xiaobin and Mu Miao, and Liu Xiaoxuan also followed Mu Miao.

Feng Jun's hometown, located at the junction of the two provinces, is a small county called Chaoyang, which belongs to Yunyuan City, with a population of more than 200,000 people, a relatively backward economy, and mainly agriculture and forestry.

Feng Jun's home is in the county seat, even if his grandfather's generation is a town hukou, his grandmother gave birth to a total of five children, and three survived, Feng Jun's father Feng Wenhui is the eldest son, and there is a younger brother and a younger sister below.

His home is located in the old town of Chengguan Town, the street is not too wide, but the former supply and marketing cooperatives, department stores, textile factories, and printing factories are all here, and 40 years ago it was a well-deserved city center in Chaoyang.

But now, it seems a bit dull, there are many private buildings, all kinds of pipes are densely woven overhead, the ground is cross-flowing, and the sewage system built 50 years ago can no longer meet the needs of the growing city.

Feng Jun's home is located in a large courtyard on the side of the road, and there were originally three bungalows, but because the side facing the street was demolished, a small second floor was built, and his family's house was also demolished, and the government subsidized a second-floor façade house.

In a small county town, it really doesn't work to make a façade on the second floor, so his family's commissary is a mile away, across the street.

Feng Jun sent Li Xiaobin to her grandmother's house first.

After a long journey, coupled with rain and snow, his car is already dirty, but in such a small county, with such a car, it can be regarded as handy.

Li Xiaotong's uncle came over to help move things, and kindly invited Feng Jun to come into the house to sit down, his eyes were also full of curiosity, probably thinking that his niece's daughter finally had a home.

However, Feng Jun and Li Xiaotong said in unison that we are just classmates, and we are all Chaoyang people who come back together during the New Year.

And then...... In her uncle's eyes, although the Passat is a good car, there are also some people who can afford to drive the Passat.

What is even more unbearable than her uncle is Feng Jun's father Feng Wenhui, I don't know what Lao Feng thinks, he actually thought that his son drove back a Santana, "Son, you can't spend a little money indiscriminately, this Santana has 200,000 yuan, right?"

When Feng Jun heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Dad, my car is a little more expensive than Santana." ”

"Huh?" Lao Feng was startled when he heard this, "What kind of business are you doing, a generator and a car?"

"It must be a serious business," Feng Jun didn't explain carefully, "What about my two degrees, it's not easy to make some money?"

He has been like this since he was a child, he rarely worries his family about his studies, he is naughty outside, and he does things alone, and he doesn't tell his family when he suffers, so his parents are relatively at ease with him.

Feng Wenhui looked at him deeply, "Since you can make money, remember to go home, don't be like last year." ”

This is purely a pot that is not opened and which pot is not mentioned, but Feng Jun can vaguely feel that the old man can also guess that it is not easy for him, but when the child is older, the parent will maintain the dignity of the child.

Feng Wenhui knew that the child drove a car that was "more expensive than Santana", so he instructed him to park the car on the side of the road and moved two cement piers to put next to the car to prevent others from scratching.

After doing this, Feng Jun consciously walked into his commissary and helped his parents sell goods.

The commissary in the county town sells special ink, a pencil has to be sold, and half an old pickle has to be weighed, and the bits and pieces are terrible, and many people buy things, and they have to spare some small objects - buy you a pound of peanuts, don't you send a piece of chewing gum?

This is nothing, the key is that most of the people who buy things are acquaintances, and many people owe it first.

Of course, there are not many people who maliciously owe debts, and it's okay to owe them once or twice, and if you owe them for a long time, you won't do your business.

The point is that you owe something on credit, you can count less, and definitely not too much - count too much, and if someone finds out, your reputation will be ruined.

This is not to say that it will be depressing if the commissary steals chickens, the key is...... You have to write down the accounts one by one, and you have to be careful when calculating, you can't mix it up.

This is already very torturous, and in the end, when people write off the accounts, they will come again, "Wipe the odds".

Therefore, doing this line of work, making really hard money, no technical industry, how to make money without hard work?

Now that the New Year is approaching, the commissary has entered a lot of firecrackers, couplets, incense candles, lanterns, balloons, melons and fruits, gift boxes and so on, which is even more trivial.

Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi were not too troublesome, but they were happy to calculate, "I will make some money here in a year, and I will work hard a little before the year...... If you sell something, you will have to wait until after fifteen. ”

Feng Jun originally thought that he would have time to play with his friends, but after two years of not seeing him, the gray hair on his father's head had increased a lot, his sideburns were almost completely white, and the wrinkles on his face had also increased a little.

So he honestly stayed in the commissary and helped his parents.

His mother, Zhang Junyi, was considerate of him, "What are you making trouble here, go find friends to play, if you don't move around, the favor will be divided." ”

Feng Jun smiled disappreciatively, "This thing is favor, rich in the mountains and has distant relatives...... The son can fight for himself. ”

He hadn't been back for two years, and he didn't know anything about the prices of various goods in the commissary, but it was a bit useful to help him pass the scales, move things, and greet customers.

He had only been here for about ten minutes, and many people came over to say hello, "Gao Caisheng is back?"

Feng Jun is also well-known on this street, he was naughty when he was a child, and after going to junior high school, he suddenly opened his mind, and he was admitted to Yunyuan No. 1 Middle School with the second place in the county No. 1 middle school in the high school entrance examination, and he was admitted to the university with a score far beyond the admission line.

After going to college, his legend continued, and people in small places didn't know what a double degree meant, and their understanding was that Feng Jun spent four years finishing graduate school.

Then, he didn't go back to the county, almost everyone didn't feel surprised, a good boy is determined to be in the world, shrinking in this small sunrise, what's going on?

You can imagine that with his reputation in his hometown, if he doesn't mix well, how can he be embarrassed to come back?

So he drove a car back today, and the old neighbors were a little surprised, but no one felt that this was abnormal, and they asked at most what brand of car it was and how much it cost.

Feng Jun couldn't say anything about Phaeton in front of his parents, so he could only say vaguely, "It's a factory with Santana, it's a little more expensive than Santana." ”

When he came back, it was past four o'clock in the afternoon, and he was busy for a while, and the sky was dark.

The commissary was the busiest during this period of the year, Feng Junzheng said if he wanted to go to the restaurant to buy some food, and brought it to his parents, a Jetta car on the side of the road stopped, and a guy in his thirties walked down, "Brother Hui is busy?"

Feng Jun knows this guy, his name is Liu Jiagui, he used to be the deputy director of the county government's office, but now he doesn't know that this person is a distant relative to his mother.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the smell of wine came to his face, Feng Wenhui glanced at him, "I said Ergen, you drank at noon in this bar, how much did you drink?"

"Not much," Liu Jiagui waved his hand and said with a grin, "Isn't this the root of the year,...... Hey, Jun is back?"

Feng Jun smiled and said hello, "Uncle Jia is good." ”

Liu Jiagui glanced at him, nodded with a smile, "It's out, and it's grown." ”

He chatted for a few words before pulling Feng Wenhui aside and muttering quietly.

Feng Wenhui's face gradually pulled down, and then shook his head very dryly, "No, Ergen, we're also nervous about money now." ”

When Feng Jun heard this, he glanced sideways at his mother, and gave him a look--Do you want money?

Zhang Junyi had been to Zhengyang and knew a little bit about her son's strength, so she winked and shook her head slightly.

Feng Jun happens to be lazy about a lot of things, can he not borrow money these years, of course, it is better not to borrow money, he mainly considers that Liu Jiagui is not only a distant relative of his mother, but also a government official, and has the ability to repay.

Liu Jiagui became anxious when he heard this, "Brother Hui, isn't this Nian Gen'er's hands tight? I'm selling your things, not borrowing money." ”

Feng Wenhui pointed to the temporary stall, "Do you see how many goods I have purchased, where can I have the money to buy your things?"

Liu Jiagui glanced at the fireworks, "In that case, I can put my things here to sell them on your behalf, right?"

"I can't take care of it," this time it was Zhang Junyi who spoke up, and she spoke coldly, "There are so many shops on the street, you can choose any one." ”

"Sister Junyi, you ......" Liu Jiagui's eyes widened, and he was about to have a seizure, his eyes swept to Feng Jun, and he laughed again, "Hehe, forget it, Xiaojun came back today, knowing that you are busy, I won't bother." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the dirty car not far away, "Yo, Zhengyang brand...... This Passat was driven back by Jun?"

Feng Jun kept his mouth shut, with his parents here, he didn't need to speak.

"It was Xiaojun who drove it back," Feng Wenhui replied sullenly, "Ergen, are you okay?"

"Okay, then you're busy," Liu Jiagui turned around and got into the Jetta car, lit the fire and left.

Feng Jun watched him leave, and then glanced at his mother strangely, "What's wrong with Liu Jiagui?"

Zhang Junyi glanced at him and sighed, "This guy is now the director of the Family Planning Commission, his rank has been raised, his power has become smaller, and he is no longer in tune with his work, and even his relatives are ......."

After co-author Liu Jiagui left the government office, all kinds of income in the open and secret were less, but the gifts received by the family were too much, and he couldn't use them at home, so he had to sell them for money back.

So he asked the Feng family's commissary for help, but what made Zhang Junyi angry was that last year he took a batch of high-end gifts to sell, and there were actually a large number of fakes in them!

(Updated to, Summon Commuter Pass.) ）