beijing fireworks

Chapter 120 The Cornfield Theory

Li San stopped asking, but Xiaomi felt even more embarrassed at this time.

His own wife was not willing to use this mobile phone, but she let her younger brother give it to her. She glanced at Bai Liyan, and Bai Liyan immediately understood Xiaomi's eyes: "The more fashionable things are, the more children can use them. We don't even have function descriptions now." I’m too lazy to read, just make a phone call and send a WeChat message.”

These words don't sound like the words of a 20-year-old girl, but more like the tone of an old man in the family.

Xiaomi could only smile awkwardly.

After the picnic, everyone visited the two rows of former orchard management houses that Zhu Xinfu had remodeled.

The front row has been completely changed into a guest room for guests to rest, and it is completely arranged according to the facilities of the double bed room and standard room of the hotel.

Half of the back row is the office and warehouse, and the other half is Zhu Xinfu's bedroom. The living room, kitchen, and bathroom are complete.

Will still enjoy it.

"I will live here from now on, far away from the noisy city, and I don't have to be bothered by you every day anymore! Get married and have children, ask the village chief to settle a rural household for my son, share a piece of land, sell a piece of land if there is nothing to do, don't have to be like You are as busy as donkeys every day." Zhu Xinfu said with a laugh.

"Fart, are rural households so easy to do? It's harder than climbing to the sky." Bai Liyan said.

"Let's talk about it, that's roughly what it means. Do you understand living that kind of life? Why do you have to compare this to the truth?" Zhu Xinfu said. After leaving the orchard, there is a cornfield to the east. The next step is to have a girlfriend. Take her out for a romance in the cornfield.

Big BMW says cornfields are usually crime scenes.

Zhu Xinfu rolled his eyes at him: "According to what you said, not growing corn is good for public security?"

"Yes, that makes sense," Li Sanxian seemed to talk more than usual today: "All the corn is handed over to the American devils. Anyway, we can't catch up with their crime rate, so let them lead the way."

"Don't be poor, you will be as poor as the United Nations." Bai Liyan said.

Zhu Xinfu's club plans to officially implement a paid membership system starting next year, with each member paying 5000 yuan per year.

Li Sanxian thought that the fee was too low, and people who came here didn't care about the money at all. He suggested that Zhu Xinfu charge [-] yuan.

"Boss Zhang from the Envision Group suggested that I charge 20 yuan each. You rich people are nothing but Qing Yishui's waist skills." Zhu Xinfu didn't intend to accept the opinion at all.

"Good waist strength? That's right. Rich people always exercise every day if they have nothing to do." Dabao seemed to understand what Zhu Xinfu meant.

"You know what a fart. Good waist skills mean that they don't hurt their backs when they stand and talk. How can they be healthy? There are so many ideas."

According to Zhu Xinfu, there are now more than 300 members, and less than one-third of them are truly rich. Most of them can only be counted as a slightly higher income class, not to mention that there are some white-collar workers who earn salaries. .

White-collar workers have become poor people here.

But that's right, in Xiaomi's view, people who pay tens of thousands of fixed membership fees to come here every year are full of food, and this is not a place for white-collar workers to come here.

Li San made a rough calculation first, five thousand per person per year, not even enough food for every activity.

"Don't worry about this. Boss Zhang has already summoned more than a dozen wealthy masters, and they will take full responsibility in the future."

Zhu Xinfu has already done the calculations. The annual membership fee is more than one million yuan. After removing some necessary expenses, there are still hundreds of thousands of profits to take. It is enough to spend, and it is useless to ask for so much money.

This guy is easy to be content, this mentality is rare.

Having said that, of course he can do this, at least he doesn't have the mountain of buying a house, and migrant workers don't have the conditions to be so chic.

"In case that little boy Su Jianfeng really marries Tian Dahu, the meat and drinks that he can't eat every time, let the little boy drive his Wrangler to deliver meat to the door, and Tian Dahu will take care of it for me, haha!"

"Pig head, you really can't spit out ivory!" Xiaomi retorted, opening and closing his mouth to entertain people.

"Correction, pigs are related to green onions, and have nothing to do with ivory." Zhu Xinfu went on.

……

After returning home, Xiaomi and Chen Wenjing talked about their confusion caused by the mobile phone incident, and felt that if this continues, they will only owe more and more to these friends, and they can’t afford to pay it back even if they want to. It’s okay for them to help them. I have no status, and I can't afford to spend money with them.

Chen Wenjing was also in a dilemma. People who were not in the same circle were together. There was indeed such embarrassment. She made Xiaomi want to open up. Most of the classmates were similar in school, and the ever-changing changes after graduation widened the gap. We were still classmates when we were together.

The same goes for Zhu Xinfu and the others. Li Sanxian is the richest, and Dabao Erdan is much worse in comparison. Don't they get along very well?If you think of yourself as one of them, you don't have to worry so much.

"I'm not as shameless as Zhu Xinfu, who invested 200 million yuan and didn't get a penny."

Chen Wenjing also laughed after hearing this.

"This matter is not that simple. Zhu Xinfu and his uncles raised funds for cheating. If friends are willing to accept his cheating, there is something behind it. At least Zhu Xinfu had money before, and he must have helped many people with his personality. , coupled with the factor of emotion, cannot be generalized."

What Chen Wenjing said makes sense, but Xiaomi feels that he and others are not friends who grew up, let alone friends who have a relationship with work like Chen Wenjing now. Jump out of the category of being the woman their boss likes.

The matter with Jerry has to be done quickly, this is the best solution.

But as soon as the phone call was made, he found out that his father had just arrived in Shanghai, so he had to let the old man play for a few days to adjust his mood to be happy before he mentioned the matter of marriage.

……

Li Jingjing has already met his parents with Dr. Cui, and is about to take him back to Tianjin to meet his future mother-in-law.

According to Grandpa Ma, Wang Shiyi and Lu Zhengmin have entered the stage of discussing where to rent a house to get married by relying on the way of flirting with each other. The family conditions of both parties are not good, but they both support their marriage. It's not big, but they all took some money out.

The two of them are not planning to hold a wedding. They just get the certificate to live and reproduce the next generation. They have even arranged for their parents to be transferred to the BJ to take turns taking care of the child after the birth of the child.

Yang Hua, who has been married for many years and has no children, is also pregnant. In the past two days, she smiles like a flower, and she has become more generous. She always brings some snacks to her colleagues when she has nothing to do.

Chen Wenjing is going to have a treat, it's a congratulatory banquet.

A few days ago, she ordered a car and it arrived. She invited her friends to pick up the car and congratulate her by the way.

……

Xiaomi has never thought about comparing himself with his friends, let alone a quasi-gold-collar person like Chen Wenjing, but he sees his friends around him, big or small, moving forward, but he stays motionless, sometimes A strange illusion emerges: helplessly watching the target deviate from him, drifting away...

(End of this chapter)