The road to the richest man starting from company cleaning

Chapter 150
As soon as Zheng Yun said this, Xiao Hua just took a sip of fresh milk and sprayed it directly on the female singer opposite. She hurriedly said sorry, and then took a tissue to help him wipe.

The female singer didn't care too much, took the tissue and wiped it herself.

Not to mention Xiao Hua, even the passengers and the two singers almost burst out laughing.

They thought that even if the big boss dressed simply, he would not dress like this. At most, he would wear some off-brand clothes.

Camouflage uniforms, yellow rubber shoes, what kind of boss image is this?

After a long time, the male singer smiled and said, "My friend, are you kidding me?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? Add a WeChat account and call me after the new year. As soon as you come, I will sign a contract with you."

As Zheng Yun said, he took out his mobile phone.

Xiaohua and the others looked at Zheng Yun's phone, and they were so confused. The brand of the phone couldn't be more complicated, it was ugly, and the size was still small.

The male singer only thought that Zheng Yun had mental problems, but seeing Zheng Yun took out his phone, he was too embarrassed not to take it.

In the end, the mobile phones he took out were all Pingguo's. Although they were not the latest models, they were relatively recent ones, and the current price was five or six thousand.

The onlookers thought this scene was too funny.

After adding WeChat, Zheng Yun chatted with the two singers and asked them what they thought of Lin Xuan's singing skills and performance.

The female singer thought about it, and said that judging by a professional, her singing and dancing skills are not very high, but her songwriting is so good that she has to be admired!

In fact, when Zheng Yun gave the song to Lin Xuan, he had already told her that from now on she would say that the song was written by her.

In order not to reveal her secrets, if someone asks her to write a song, she refuses all of them, saying that it is the company's policy that she is not allowed to write songs for others.

When Zheng Yun heard the female singer's evaluation of Lin Xuan, she felt that she was really good, because more than one person said that Lin Xuan's singing skills were not particularly good.

But whether it is good or not can only be judged by professionals. If you change to ordinary listeners, there is no problem at all, but it sounds good.

At this time, the people around gradually talked about some things about Lin Xuan, what kind of sparks might there be with which male star, what about the concert, especially since Lin Xuan is from Haifeng, people talked with more interest.

Xiaohua was playing with her latest Pingguo mobile phone at this time, and occasionally looked at the people talking around, and suddenly said: "Aren't these celebrities just singers in the past!

You say, what's the use of them, they make a lot of money every day, and they lead those children to ruin. "

When people heard it, they thought it was reasonable, and several people nodded in agreement.

Xiaohua continued: "Sometimes I really don't understand those children, isn't it good to study hard? Finding a decent job in the future is no better than anything else? Chasing stars now, begging for food in the future!
If you want me to say, you should take good care of it, don't let so many people enter the entertainment circle, and let less people poison children. "

The female singer said: "It's too extreme for you to say that. You didn't watch movies or listen to music when you were young?"

Xiaohua smiled and said: "Little sister, I really didn't watch movies or listen to music when I was young. Otherwise, I wouldn't be an executive in a foreign company today. But now I listen to music and watch movies."

As she spoke, she put the hand holding the mobile phone on the table and shook the mobile phone casually, as if she was showing her more than 1 yuan mobile phone to others.

Her behavior also seemed to say that she could afford such an expensive mobile phone today just because she was not poisoned by celebrities in the past.

To be honest, if ordinary people want to argue with this Xiaohua, they really can't fight her. She often attacks others from a moral standpoint.

She was talking nonsense before, inciting the audience to attack Zheng Yun, which was not only shameless, but also well-founded.

Everyone stopped talking, thinking about their own thoughts.

At this time, the old man sitting inside said to Qingyun: "How much money do you think your uncle's children can earn a month? Is it as much as you?"

Qingyun said: "He graduated from a famous foreign university, so he should earn more than me."

The old man was very unconvinced and said: "You earn 18 a month and you can't compare with him?"

When the old man said that he earned 18 yuan, he made it loud on purpose, as if he wanted everyone on the train to hear him.

The monthly salary is 18, which is more than 200 million annual salary. This income is quite high among migrant workers, especially Qingyun is still so young and has a bright future.

Sure enough, the old man was very successful in speaking loudly, and many people cast envious eyes on him.

Xiaohua said disdainfully: "Don't look at famous foreign universities, what's so great about foreign universities! He just graduated for a year, so where can he earn more money?"

The old man said: "Yes, Xiaohua earns 12 a month, how can the two of you be inferior to him?"

"Exactly!" Xiao Hua said, not forgetting to see the envious eyes of others, especially Zheng Yun.

"Don't, don't compare money with me, you will die a miserable death!"

Zheng Yun was teasing in his heart, and felt that listening to the family chatting was very satisfying, so he was not in a hurry to go back.

The old lady sitting opposite the old man said to the old man: "You, you are always willing to compare with your elder brother's family!"

The old man said: "I just can't understand his showing off, as if no one is as rich as their family!"

The old lady said: "The children of the third family have a good job, right?"

The old man said: "I heard that he opened a small restaurant and can earn more than 2 yuan a month. Hey, that's all there is to it!"

For the wealthy and those with high incomes, more than 2 yuan is really nothing, but this high salary is the dream of many people.

But when these people heard that the old man looked down on the [-] monthly salary so much, their previous envy of him immediately turned into anger, and they all cursed at him in their hearts.

But the old man was a little complacent, stretched his waist, looked at the expressions of everyone, and saw Zheng Yun looking at him with a smile, smiled contemptuously, then picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of tea.

Xiao Hua suddenly said: "Dad, do I still have a fourth uncle? What is it called Zheng Hai?"

"Yes, Zheng Haitao."

"How is his house?"

The old man laughed a few times, and said: "What can he do, he is fifty this year, and he hasn't married yet, and he has no children."

When Zheng Yun heard about Zheng Haitao, his heart was agitated and he thought: "My fourth uncle is called Zheng Haitao. Could it be that they are talking about my fourth uncle? It can't be such a coincidence!
If so, isn't the old man my second uncle? "

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the old man mention the wedding banquet held at his elder brother's house, and he felt that it was right, because when the fourth uncle called him, he said that the uncle's children were going back to his hometown to hold a wedding banquet.

"Well, it seems that what I thought before was right. They won't come after my father dies. Sure enough, there is no good one!"

At this time, he was not in the mood to listen to their nonsense anymore, so he told the two singers to sign a contract after the next year, and then returned to the berth.

(End of this chapter)