Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"How many people are you going to need?"

"Look at pie."

"If I send 200 people there, can you afford food?"

"It's nothing to eat. Anyway, you are responsible for the salary and we are responsible for ordering the food. It's not a problem."

"Ah? I still have to manage my salary? Oops! I have to think about this. Our company seems to have a lot of tasks in terms of electronics. I remember Gu Hongzhong said that he wanted to study an aircraft that can go up to the sky by stepping on two feet. It will take three to five years." year…"

Zhu Guoxiong was overjoyed: "What the hell are you talking about with me!"

Wan Feng sighed: "Grandpas! Is it really okay that you keep taking advantage of us like this? You didn't have any trouble with you in the military area? If they caught the handle, it would be enough for you to drink a pot. I heard that the more you People who are going to retire are more likely to make financial and style mistakes."

"Your grandpas, I'm sitting upright when I go, and I'm still afraid of these things."

Wan Feng thinks this point is correct, although Zhu Guoxiong often takes advantage of him, but he is still unambiguous in front of big right and wrong.

Although Wan Feng also accepts local specialties during the Chinese New Year, but that is a personal relationship and has nothing to do with business.

Wan Feng explained it in this way.

"Is it too much for me to send you 50 people?"

"Not too much, not too much, Gu Hongzhong must come."

Zhu Guoxiong was very impressed with Gu Hongzhong. A person who only graduated from middle school can make so many weird things. This guy's head probably has many similarities with Wan Feng's.

It seems that Gu Hongzhong only has an LCD computer display task in his hand, if there are results now, he can send it.

While talking, the car arrived at the airport.

Chapter 2069 A Misfortune

Wan Feng and Zhu Guoxiong bid farewell at the airport, and boarded planes to Shenyang and Bohai respectively.

Zhu Guoxiong headed east to Wanfeng to the southeast. An hour and a half later, Wanfeng got off at Zhoushui Airport, and four hours later, they had already returned to Jiangwei.

After getting off at Wankou Station, Wan Feng, Han Guangjia and others waved goodbye and went straight home.

The people who followed him on this trip were paid 200 million yuan each.

The pay this time was far less than the last time he bought stocks in Heihe, but these people didn't have any complaints.

Earning 200 million in four months has already satisfied them.

Yang Jianguo's share of the money was handed over to Wanfeng Han Meng, and they all lived in Dongshan Community.

Today is the tenth of January, the twenty of the winter month.

Maybe it snowed yesterday, and Jiangwei's land was completely white.

When Wan Feng walked to the door of the house, he saw a snowman standing on the left and right sides of the courtyard door, with eyes, nose and mouth made of potatoes and coal.

He also wore two broken hats on his head.

Luan Feng is the only one who has free time to do this.

Wan Feng pushed open the iron gate and entered the yard. At first sight, he saw Wan Chongyang digging something into the snow that had been swept into the corner of the wall with a coal shovel in his hand.

A pastoral dog less than a foot in size followed him and worked behind him. Wan Feng pushed the courtyard door, and the stupid dog seemed to have discovered the intruder and barked at Wan Feng.

When did you get such an animal?

The barking of the milk dog caught the attention of the people in the room, Zhu Min stuck his head out of the kitchen and quickly retracted it.

The next moment Luan Feng and Zhang Xuan ran out of the house.

Like Luan Fengfeng, he ran over and jumped directly onto Wan Feng, hugging Wan Feng's head and giggling.

Wan Feng slapped her hard on the buttocks: "Are you crazy enough? Get down! My son is watching."

Wan Chongyang was still observing the scenery with a coal shovel in his hand, probably not understanding what it meant for his wife to run on someone else.

But after seeing clearly who was coming, he threw the coal shovel in his hand and ran over.

Only Zhang Xuan was sensible, although she also wanted to run over to let Wan Feng hug her, but this was outside, even though she was in her own yard, it was better to restrain herself.

Wan Chongyang ran over, even if Luan Feng was his wife, he had to stand aside, the son was more important.

Wan Feng leaned over and picked up his son.

"Bad guy! Why do you come back as soon as you come back? Didn't you say that it would take half a year at least?"

"Thanks to my wives protecting me at home, things went very smoothly, and I was able to come back early for the New Year."

"As long as you say it, why don't you write a letter in advance?"

"Isn't there a surprise in this way! Do you mean surprise?" The last question was naturally asked by Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan blushed a little, didn't say anything, just looked at Wan Feng affectionately.

After entering the room to greet his parents, Wan Feng distributed some weird gifts bought in Wukelan and Tuerqi.

He was still in Tuerqi and bought a set of Tuerqi tea set and came back, planning to use it to make Huaguo tea.

After dinner and chatting with his parents for a while, Wan Feng went upstairs to his room.

As soon as Zhang Xuan entered the room, she stuck into his arms, her face blushing.

"Look, Zhang Xuan is more impatient than me, why don't I leave it to her tonight."

Listening to her singing, I will inevitably be stuffed with dumplings at night.

But this time he came back with enough bullets. The savings of four months were not fake. He believed that he would be able to wipe out all the enemies on the battlefield.

The side with the most firepower on the battlefield is usually the winner.

After the two enemies were eliminated by ferocious firepower, the enemy who surrendered told him the sad news.

Yang Jianguo's daughter-in-law did not survive the death of the patient.

This news immediately lost the interest of someone who still had ammunition to shoot again.

Yang Jianguo is only forty now, losing his wife in middle age is a great misfortune in life.

Seeing Yang Jianguo with black gauze on his arm the next day, Wan Feng consoled him a bit and bought a lot of wreaths to cover Yang Jianguo's wife's grave.

Yang Jianguo has one son, one daughter, one nineteen and one fifteen. This family still needs a mistress.