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Chapter 112 The Customer Is the Grandson

"Can I go and see your daughter?" Song Yu asked cautiously.

"What are you doing?" Mr. Sun replied subconsciously.

Don't we know each other well?
Although you helped me get back the photo, but you only knew each other for half an hour, and you want to see my daughter? !

Did he just see a picture of my beautiful daughter?
Seeing the middle-aged man looking at him warily, Song Yu felt very helpless. He wanted to do good things, but he was misunderstood.

By the way, just now you told me about the things at home without any scruples, big brother? !
Maybe he really loves his daughter, and if he says it's the same thing, he's complaining. If he goes to see her, he's intervening in other people's life.

Let's ignore this matter, Song Yu thought.

"Forget it's inconvenient." Song Yu said awkwardly.

The middle-aged man hesitated, and said, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry, my daughter is my weakness now. When I heard it was about her, I subconsciously rejected it. Or, let's..."

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Song Yu hurriedly replied: "It's okay, it's getting late, I should go back."

The middle-aged man stubbornly swallowed the words to invite Song Yu to take a look, after all, he was really unfamiliar.

I don't know what this kid is thinking, what should I do if it is not good for my daughter?Will you ask my daughter to give her body?

Forget it, he's not a doctor.

The middle-aged man smiled apologetically. After saying goodbye, he turned and walked towards the hospital building. Song Yu also started to leave.

But the feeling of sympathy in his heart was spreading. In the end, he couldn't help but glance sideways at the middle-aged man who was about to enter the door.

The back is quite lonely. A father would rather bear the pain for his daughter than make her suffer, but there is nothing he can do.

Is it useful to make so much money?
Why don't you spend time with your family, you have to lose it to know how to cherish it?
Song Yu sighed, stopped in his tracks, and bought a 'stomach cancer cell dissolving agent' in the mall, which only cost 5 coins, which was quite cheap.

Song Yu stood and waited for a while, and asked Xiaoye to follow the middle-aged man into the ward. After confirming that the girl was his daughter, she asked Xiaoye to give the medicine to the girl.

I can't see the effect for the time being, at least for a day.And the middle-aged man said that tomorrow they will be transferred to another hospital early in the morning, and the hospital probably won't know about her daughter.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't find Song Yu on his head.

"Even if you do one good deed every day, no, it's two good deeds." Song Yu set off again and walked towards the hotel.

Back at the hotel, it was already 11:30 in the evening, Song Yu washed up and went to bed.

"Huh, the bed is so soft~" Song Yu said tremblingly on the bed.

……

Early the next morning, Song Yu got up, washed up, and went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast with her room card.

The breakfast is self-service, and there are various kinds. Song Yu eats very full, so as not to have nothing to eat at noon.

"Hiccup~"

It tastes really good.

Since he was going to stay here at night, he didn't check out. Before nine o'clock, Song Yu went to the door with the samples and waited for the special car to pick him up.

Not long after, a Wuling van picked up him and the sampling tools and went straight to the experimental project field. Without talking all the way, he went straight to the corn field.

On the ground, a middle-aged male worker was already waiting for Song Yu, who came to help him find the digging site and help dig the soil.

Of course, someone will pay them wages, which is quite a lot.

The worker led Song Yu into the field to find a suitable sampling point, and Song Yu also took the opportunity to look at the project field.

This is a very saline-alkali soil with large salt spots on the soil, which is not suitable for growing food crops.

Ordinarily, it is late August, the spring corn is about to mature, and the summer corn is also heading, but the corn in this field has not even grown seedlings, one piece is missing, and another piece is missing.

Even where the seedlings grow, they are short and short, reaching to the knees, obviously stunted, and they are actually heading.

There are only a few places where the corn grows fairly well, and it has the same effect as the corn after the surrounding farmers apply a lot of fertilizer, and there are still some harvests.

Song Yu feels that this project may be regarded as a failure this year, and the seedlings have not yet emerged.

However, this matter is not his business, he is here to collect soil.

Maybe the products I develop in the future should be able to resist saline-alkali soil, and it will be solved by then.

The worker found a place Song Yu was satisfied with, and the two began digging.

One is digging with a shovel, and the other is holding a bag. One bag weighs 60-80 catties, and nearly ten bags will be dug.

As soon as I work, I can't tell the time. Fortunately, it is cloudy and not so hot.

When it was almost over and the soil bags were almost transported to the van, God finally couldn't hold it anymore, and it started to turn cloudy to light rain, and then to heavy rain.

This rain is like the rain in my own house, it will fall as soon as it is said, it will fall as soon as it is said to be heavy, and it will stop as soon as it is said to stop. It will not discuss with you at all, like a Ludong female man.

Unlike the ancient capital, it first lightly rained to warn everyone, then gradually increased, and then lasted for several hours or even a day, and finally stopped slowly, like a lady of a big family.

No, before Song Yu got into the car with the last bag of soil on his back, it was already raining heavily.

Stepping on the soil in the rain, Song Yu moved the soil bags and tools into the car, and put the fresh soil samples collected into the incubator. Song Yu asked the driver to take him to a courier point.

It is impossible to bring these hundreds of kilograms of soil back to the ancient capital by yourself, usually through logistics, which will cost several hundred to more than 1000 yuan.

It doesn't matter if you spend money, anyway, you can get reimbursed later, but it's raining heavily now, and it's already past two o'clock in the afternoon, so I'm worried that there will be no one at the logistics point.

Sure enough, the master took Song Yu to find two or three logistics companies, but they didn't open the door, probably because they felt that there were no customers on rainy days.

It was hard to find one, the boss was not there, and there was only one lazy employee sorting out the existing deliveries.

Song Yu asked, if he could send it to the ancient capital, he didn't want to bother, so he sent it here.

"Master, my goods are in the van, can you unload them for me?" Song Yu said to the young employee.

"No time, move here by yourself." The young employee said contemptuously without raising his head.

Song Yu saw that he was checking the courier information and picking up the courier, but he didn't see that he was very busy.

But Song Yu had never sent such a large item of logistics, so he thought he might just have to move it by himself.

"Then master, do you have a raincoat? It's raining a lot outside." Song Yu asked the next best thing.

"No, it was worn away by the boss." The young man was still busy with the matter.

Song Yu looked outside again, it was raining heavily, the van was washed clean by the rain, and the driver started playing with his mobile phone in the driver's seat.

Although being exposed to the rain was nothing to Song Yu's current body, but he was so wet and uncomfortable, how could he get into his car later.

"Do you have an umbrella? No big plastic bags are fine." Song Yu frowned.

Is there a problem with this service attitude?

The customer is god, right?

Why do I feel like I am a grandson? !

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