With such a big shot quietly dormant in Elegant Company, outsiders may not think much about it, but insiders will definitely feel uneasy.

What is his intention? He has evil intentions towards this small company? But it’s impossible to think about it. This company is so small that it has no reputation. Would someone like Mr. Qian take a fancy to it?

Even if he really cares about this small company, with his strength and financial resources, he can make a decision on the spot and call out the price, and the company will be able to earn money in his account within seconds.

"You guys! You are so thoughtful." Mr. Qian threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, raised his eyes, moved his lips, and said softly: "You don't know the predecessor of Elegant Company, many years ago, that is, when I and you

When I was young, it was not an industrial park, but a village. One person

There are countless villages. When I first came to S City, I lived in the village. At that time, it was miserable! I had to eat one meal without finishing the next, and even only drank one bowl of rice soup a day. Many people know that I lived a very hard life in the past.

, in fact, I only know the general outline, and no one can know more things except me."

As Mr. Qian spoke, his face gradually became sad.

Du Feng listened quietly, knowing that this would be an interesting story, an old story from decades ago, with profound meaning.

When I first came here, I didn’t have a job, which meant I hadn’t started working in a moving company. I had been weak since I was a child, and I came here from a far away place. The most uncomfortable thing was that I was not acclimated to the climate. In addition, I couldn’t eat every meal.

After three days of fullness, I fell ill. If I hadn't been saved by my benefactor, I might have died thirty years ago." When Mr. Qian said this, his eye circles turned red.

Du Feng nodded: "There is no need to be sad, Mr. Qian, please continue."

"A local man saved me. I fell ill in front of his house at that time. After begging all the way, I finally fell ill in front of his house. The uncle was about the same age as my father. He didn't throw me away. Instead, he called me

Carry me through the door and find a doctor for me

Those days of medical treatment! I cry when I think about it!" Mr. Qian stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, and suddenly smiled: "It was the job he found for me. In the next few decades, until he was old,

After he returns to the earth, I regard him as my biological father!"

Mr. Qian couldn't help but burst into tears when he talked about the emotional part.

These things that I originally wanted to rot into the dust with my old body, were forced to say it out under Du Feng's questioning.

Everyone is a legend, and for a true legend, his legend will be more vivid.

"Mr. Qian, I understand. The original residents of the bungalow area of ​​Elegant Company were your benefactor's home, right?" Du Feng sighed softly, not expecting Mr. Qian to have such a benefactor with such a profound memory.

"To be precise, it's at the location of the warehouse. I made an accurate estimate and found that the location of the warehouse management room is where I once lived. There used to be a small cabin there with a wooden bed inside." Mr. Qian wiped away his tears with a smile on his face.

Smiling.

"You are so nostalgic!" Du Feng couldn't help but laugh: "The story is very exciting. You are always a person who values ​​love and justice."

"Benefactors, the so-called benefactors, of course cannot be forgotten. If a person forgets his benefactor, then what difference does it make to a pig or a dog? Du Feng! I heard from the Fujia family that you saved his life, so he is very grateful to you.

, it’s my business to be worthy of your brother! Just like you two, your nature is the same.

Mr. Qian patted Du Feng's arm: "I value you very much. The person you saved is a rich man. The Fujia said that you would not accept his reward no matter what. Now you are willing to enter Elegance to assist Junhao. You

It’s so incomprehensible! Even an old man like me, who is very experienced in the world, can’t understand it!”

Du Feng chuckled and said: "I save people without asking for anything in return. If I think about their rewards, then I will follow the rich people every day. Once they are in trouble, I will immediately come to rescue them. If that's the case,

I will not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of my life, and I will enjoy the glory and wealth for the rest of my life!"

"You kid, you have to be open-minded! Some people may say you are stupid!" Qian Lao said with a smile without feeling sad.

"Live by yourself and be open-minded, this is what I want." Du Feng handed over a cigarette again.

Qian Lao stared at him silently, and suddenly laughed and said: "I have been deeply impressed by you since the day you went to the warehouse to pick up work clothes. You are already a rare person who can run around in loose and baggy work clothes without feeling ashamed.

Guy."

"Don't tell me this. Speaking of which, you always blackmailed my money. You know, those hundreds of dollars will be my living expenses for a long time in the future. If I hadn't been injured suddenly, I might even have to eat.

I can’t eat it.” Du Feng deliberately darkened his face, smiled and scolded in a deep voice.

"Money! I'll give it back to you every penny!" Mr. Qian took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his body. He seemed to have been prepared when he came.

Du Feng quickly declined: "I was just talking!"

"Take it! Whoever has it belongs to him. I don't want a cent of yours, and I won't give you a cent of mine!" Mr. Qian stuffed the money into Du Feng's pocket.

While the two were talking, Yang Junhao came back carrying something, including several large bags of food. Among them, the one that made Du Feng the most envious was a bottle of fine aged wine.

The price of this bottle of wine is probably more than the total price of these large packages of cooked food. Yang Junhao has spent a lot of money.

In Q City, Yang Ziru and her sister Yang Ziyun had a busy day and closed the shop again for a break.

As usual, I spent the whole day going back and forth between the main store and the two branches. Although I was tired, I enjoyed it very much.

"Sister! I want to learn a license, or you can learn a driving license. We take a taxi back and forth every day. It's really tiring." Yang Ziyun wiped her freshly washed hair and looked at her sister who was sitting in front of the window in a daze.

Yang Ziru said.

Yang Ziru raised her eyes and glanced at her: "I don't have time, you can take the time to go! It's right to learn a driver's license."

"Then, we must buy a good car then, at least better than Meng Xiangzhi's Lexus." Yang Ziyun hummed.

"His car costs 1.3 million! If we want to buy it, it's really not necessary. Besides, where will the money come from?" Yang Ziru said she disagreed.

"Money, we have made millions in more than half a year, right? There are no investment projects now, and the income has been very stable recently. One million is not difficult!" Yang Ziyun frowned: "Sister! Buy a car than

Is his car good?"

"I don't have the final say on this money. I told you that the store belongs to Du Feng, and I, including you, only work for him. Do you understand? We can't touch this money casually." Yang Ziru said seriously.

.

"Du Feng, Du Feng! All you can think about is him! The branch is the result of your hard work, what does it have to do with him, Du Feng? The big deal is that the main store is gone. We only manage the branch, so isn't it all the money we make?"

Our own?" Yang Ziyun replied angrily.

"How can you say that? How can there be branches without the main store? In the end, it is the profit of the main store that leads to the establishment of branches. Since the main store belongs to Du Feng, even if there are ten or twenty branches in the future, there will be no branches.

They all belong to Du Feng!" Yang Ziru corrected her wrong view, maybe even she herself didn't know whether it was right or wrong.

"But you have been busy for so long and haven't even touched a penny. You have saved it all. What's the point of doing this? Isn't it stupid?" Yang Ziyun could not understand her sister's style more and more. She was really pitifully stupid.

"I only know that these are what I should do. I think Du Feng will use the money sooner or later. The money should be spent wisely, not squandered." Yang Ziru was too lazy to explain to her: "Just go learn to drive.

There’s plenty of time during the day, let’s go!”

"I'm not going! What's the point of learning a driver's license? I won't even buy a car." Yang Ziyun turned away, seemingly angry.

"I will ask Du Feng for instructions. A car is just a means of transportation. Just buy a similar one. As for the car you mentioned that costs more than one million, don't even think about it." Yang Ziru got into bed. The weather was cold.

The bed is the warmest place.

I waited all day today, but there was no reply from the police station. The phone rang a lot, but I didn't receive the call I wanted.

Yang Ziru wanted to call Du Feng, but she was afraid that he would be unhappy because of the frequent calls. She thought too much.

In the aristocratic hospital of President Xu in City S, and in Du Feng's ward, three people were drinking and chatting, and two hours had passed before they knew it.

Mr. Qian's drinking capacity is astonishing. Although he is thin and small, his drinking capacity is really surprising.

Of the bottle of good wine Yang Junhao brought, Mr. Qian drank half a catty alone, while Du Feng and Yang Junhao drank half a catty together. It was really good to drink half a catty of pure 60-proof liquor.

In addition to this bottle, Yang Junhao went down and picked up another bottle, two bottles of white wine, and the three of them drank comfortably.

Qian Laoyue drank more and talked more. Under the continuous questions from Du Feng and Yang Junhao, he told all his old stories.

Those things that are kept in the heart and have no place to talk about are bitter to Mr. Qian, even more bitter than wine.

Now that there was a listener, Mr. Qian talked very enthusiastically. Pictures from the past flashed through his mind one by one. He would talk about whatever came to mind for at least twenty minutes.

"Lao Qian's story is really wonderful. I always thought that my dad's experience was legendary enough, but compared with you, it pales into insignificance!" Yang Junhao raised his glass: "Lao Qian, I respect you!"

After taking a sip of wine, Mr. Qian's face turned red: "Your father, Yang Fu, is the number one person in the family. I have been in contact with him since he was young. I like to contact young people who are ambitious and courageous, such as

Du Feng! Just like you Yang Junhao! I feel happy just looking at you. Now that your conditions are better, you don’t have to live without food, and you don’t have to live on the streets. You are many times better off than we were back then."

"Yes! The old man has laid the foundation. Like me, we just need to follow the path. But I don't like that. I want to do something with my own hands. I don't want everyone in the world to know Yang Junhao.
Chapter completed!