Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Could it be that Guan Luanfeng wanted it.

There are many messy photos of him in Luan Feng's place, all of which were taken when she was obsessed with cameras.

After being fascinated for several months, I don't know where the camera has been thrown by her.

Liang Hongying didn't ask Wanfeng for her opinion on whether to go or not. Anyway, the documents have been obtained, and if you don't go, no one will tie you up.

Wan Feng sent the ID to Hongying Hotel, and threw it to Liang Hongying who was sitting at the bar.

"I don't care if you go or not with the certificates of you and the Guang's family. Anyway, the Guang's family has to go. Tell him to make preparations. Maybe we will leave tomorrow."

"Of course I went. My Mumu finally took me out, wouldn't you be a fool if you didn't go out?"

As soon as the matter of the certificate was mixed up, it was noon.

Wan Feng also gave up going to the factory to deal with the housing assignment, and it would not be too late to do it in the afternoon.

Xu Bin brought two Meideng and one sweet-scented osmanthus from home and gave them to Li Quan.

Li Quan happily took the cigarette and left.

"Why do I always feel that he doesn't even use a pack of cigarettes, and probably at most gives someone a cigarette or two when he goes to work."

Xu Bin looked at the blue smoke behind Li Quan's motorcycle butt and expressed his doubts.

"Hehe, don't make some things so clear. If someone does something for you, it's worth spending some money. It's not that you can't afford it. Zheng Banqiao said it well: when you should be confused, you have to be confused. It's rare to be confused."

Of course Wan Feng knew that Li Quan didn't have any cigarettes at all, maybe as Xu Bin said, he handed the other party a few cigarettes when he went to do errands, and the price at most would not exceed one box.

But he doesn't expose it because someone will do things for you, and everyone will be happy if you spend a little money.

"This is your ID, pack it up and don't lose it, pack it up and don't leave tomorrow, and you'll be sure to leave the day after tomorrow."

"It's time to go. This time I don't have a single board in my hand, and I still have orders for more than 50 game consoles."

Wan Feng wanted to go home for dinner at noon, but several directors of the supporting factories in Nandawanli happened to come to the restaurant for dinner, so they dragged Wan Feng to the wine table.

This was the first time Wan Feng had dinner with the following factory managers.

He has always disliked drinking and eating with these people. Once this opening is opened, he will not have to do anything else all day long, except to drink and eat with the directors and managers of these supporting factories every day.

There are now 200 to [-] supporting factories in this area, and the Xiaoyushan Industrial Zone where the orchard is located will soon start construction. There will be as many as [-] supporting factories in that industrial zone.

There are more than 300 supporting factories. If one family drinks a drink once a year, they will not bring heavy samples.

Where did he suffer from this.

Wan Feng didn't drink but just ate, and chatted with these factory directors and managers for a long time during the dinner.

Around 12:30 after eating.

It was raining outside.

There is no reason to talk about the rain in the dog days, and it comes as it is said.

It was fine in the morning, but now it is raining heavily.

The rain was pouring down, as if the Milky Way had leaked, and after a while the brook turned into a roaring brook.

Wan Feng and Xu Bin stood under the eaves of Xu Bin's house, watching the heavy rain.

I don’t know someone on this street. A six or seven-year-old child, wearing a bellyband and bare buttocks, rushed into the heavy rain with a wooden machete in his hand like Don Quixote’s windmill.

The child was flying up and down in the heavy rain with a big knife in his hand, mastering a set of unknown knife skills.

There was also a piece of red cloth tied to the handle of the wooden broadsword, which looked really good dancing in the heavy rain.

Wan Feng and Xu Bin laughed out loud.

"Little bastard! Get out of here! If you catch a cold, I won't kill you!" The roar of the east lion suddenly sounded.

Wan Feng decided to give ten points for his voice, which was three points louder than thunder in the sky.

Although the sound was not low, it was a pity that the effect was not good. The child who played the big knife didn't take it seriously at all, and still danced alone in the rain.

Clearly not taking the cold or the threat seriously.

Then Wan Feng saw a slipper flying out of a building.

The child is good at flying with a single knife in his hand, just like dialing the eagle feathers in the storytelling, he smashed the slippers with a knife.

He even yelled, "Yeah!"

Is this too much video?

"This kid is going to be beaten." Wan Feng said suddenly.

Before the words were finished, a woman rushed out, grabbed the knife-wielding hero like an eagle grabbing a chick, and slapped the child mercilessly on the child's ass.

"Wow!" The young hero burst into tears after being slapped, which made Wan Feng angry and funny.

Chapter 1348 Is This Disgusting?

Wan Feng remembered that he had done such stupid things when he was a child.

I remember that after listening to the novel serialized The Story of the Big Sword the night before, I made a big sword myself the next day.

Just in time for the next day, he was also playing with a big knife in the rain like the kid just now.

The difference from the kid just now was that he was not fighting alone, but several people went crazy in the rain.

His mother also called him back with the same voice and almost the same words.

He, too, was indomitable like a hero, and naturally he took a good beating.

That's why he only said that the child was going to be beaten when the child slashed the slippers with a knife and put on a posture that would rather die than surrender.

They are all bloody lessons!

Accidentally watching such a comedy that reminded Wan Feng put him in a good mood. Seeing that the time was almost up, he drove to the Nanwan factory with a rose in his mouth and sang songs to do business.

Zhu Yong went home to eat at noon every day. It was a few minutes before one o'clock. He rode a motorcycle to the factory in the rain.

When he came, Wan Feng had already summoned Chen Dao and Li Da and waited for him to hold a small high-level meeting of the Nanwan factory.

Zhu Yong is the nominal manager of the Nanwan factory. Li Da and Chen Dao are both production factories. They are private enterprises and have no senior party officials.

This is the highest leadership core of the Nanwan factory.

For meetings of this level on weekdays, there are factory accountants, custodians and workshop directors.