Feng Jun arrived home at five in the afternoon.

Time has entered November, Zhengyang weather is fine, the temperature is not too low, but Yunyuan will not work here.

It has been raining for two days, even though it is further south, but it is somewhat bitterly cool.

Li Xiaobin originally wanted to give Feng Jun the President of the Forestry Hotel, but Feng Jun said, I will go home today.

The child is not ugly to the mother, the dog is not ill at home, it is not appropriate to go home two times before, and not live at home for two days.

Feng Jun didn't inform anyone when he came back. He found a familiar security guard at the Forestry Hotel through Gazi. He quietly parked the car in the hotel's parking lot and walked back to his house with an umbrella.

After entering the house, he called the sales department and said that he was home.

He has been away from home for seven years since he went to college. The forced, seven-square-meter partition is roughly the same as when he left home seven years ago.

It's just that one-meter-three-meter-wide hand-made bed, wrapped with several cloths wrapped in a diagonal knot.

In big cities, such a backward packaging method is no longer seen. Most people use clothing storage bags, and some use vacuum compression bags, but Feng Jun sees this kind of package, but he feels a touch of kindness in his heart.

From the time I made a note, my home was almost like this. At that time, there were grandparents, the house facing the street was not demolished, and the second uncle was still living nearby.

Soon, Zhang Junyi, who got the news, came back, carrying a fish and a slaughtered chicken in his hand, and said with a smile, "But I know I'm going home, your dad is reconciling, and I will come back in a while ... To cook for you. "

"I'll come," Feng Jun stepped forward and spoke with a smile. Mom must be nice to her son, but she's good at cooking ... Not to mention, the elder Zhang family who came out of Shuxiangmen, pickled pickles and steamed The level of boiled eggs is handy, and the rest are scum.

So most of the time, what she has to do is to choose vegetables, wash vegetables, and cut vegetables.

The old yard used a public faucet, and the two girls were busy opening under the faucet. The neighbors in the yard came in and out and found him instantly, "Yo, Jun is back?"

Now the neighbors already know that the children of the Feng family have made a fortune, and some people even say that he seems to be spending billions of dollars to contract mountains and forests in the county-Chaoyang is just such a big place, a bit windy, basically the whole county You know.

Everyone analyzed that this should be true. If nothing else, County Chief Chi had come to the hospital in person, and some people had seen it. Chao Ying entered the sales department of the Feng family.

But when someone asked about Feng Wenhui and his wife, the couple said with a smile that things were all done, and we did not know.

As for how much money would be spent on contracting forests, the two of them answered even more succinctly, and that was all done by the children-we are just one sales department, how much money can we make?

So the neighbors know that the Feng family can make the county look up, because the reason is on Feng Jun-this kid was extraordinary.

There are six families in this yard. Three old neighbors moved into the building. Two of them gave the house to their relatives, and the other rented the house.

Therefore, Feng Jun was familiar with the two remaining old neighbors in the courtyard, and the relatives of the other two old neighbors had some dealings.

As he was talking, Feng Wenhui was back, carrying a plastic bag of food in his hand, and he was happily speaking, "I told your second uncle, he came over for a while and drank a roast leg of lamb from the hotel. "

The Feng family and his wife cooperated in cooking, and the speed was still quite fast. Zhang Junyi's cooking level was not good, and the knife work was still good-unfortunately, he often cut his fingers. In Feng Jun's impression, the mother had cut at least three or four fingers .

That is, at one time, a hot table was ready, and then the second uncle Feng Wencheng also came, followed by his second aunt and second aunt Zeping.

It was no problem for the two brothers and family members to eat, and the brother of the second aunt came over, which was somewhat dazzling.

However, in a place like Chaoyang, most people are relatively hospitable. They do not look down when looking up. Besides, they are relatives. The left and right are just a pair of chopsticks.

Everyone had just sat down. The old neighbor Uncle Gen came back. The conditions in his house were not very good. He was a good person. He also liked to drink two inferior wines. So Zhang Junyi stood up and greeted him, "Gen come and drink together."

Uncle Gen hesitated and raised the plastic bag in his hand. "I bought the biscuits and came back."

His wife and children were there, boiled a pot of seaweed egg and egg soup, waiting for his biscuits, he was not good to come alone.

"Oh, order a la carte for you, you take the plate from home," Feng Wenhui said aloud, "You come to drink ... there is one less chair, take it yourself."

This is what happened to the neighbors in the old neighborhood. It ’s normal for them to have a good meal at home. It ’s normal for them to ask the neighbors to bring their own rice bowls because of the trouble of washing dishes.

Anyway, this meal is rich enough today. The people present must not be able to finish the meal, and give more points to the neighbors, which will not affect them at all.

However, it is so natural for people to bring their own tableware and chairs, and Feng Wenhui will come forward-Feng Jun will do, his mother can't do it.

The first thing that Shuxiangmen came out was that she would n’t learn to be grounded like a market. Over time, everyone knows that she is just not good at such a set, and she does n’t mind, it does n’t matter.

However, Zhang Junyi was a little calculating today. She took the initiative to greet her neighbors for drinking, and it was not that there were too few people who were drinking, but she did n’t want to listen to Zhang Zeping, an uninvited guest, talking about something.

The dishes are fried at home. The wine is Fen wine brought by Feng Jun. Thirty years old, Chaoyang people are more accustomed to drinking qujiu, but this wine is delicious, the price is not cheap, and it is not as eye-catching as Maotai or foreign wine.

At the beginning, everyone still cared about Feng Jun's business. Feng Jun didn't want to say more, he answered vaguely, and the sale was okay.

Then the topic gradually turned to reality and talked about the demolition.

The street where Feng Jun's house is located has to be widened finally. He has been talking about this for seven or eight years, but the two teams have not been able to get it. The main reason is that this used to be the main street of the county, and the cost of the old street reconstruction is too high.

Uncle Gen even smiled and said, "Everyone said that it was because the king had to contract the mountain, otherwise it wouldn't work."

"What am I doing with enough money?" Feng Jun said with a smile. "I heard that it means the province, and I want to vigorously support the tourism industry. Our street has a little impact on the image of the county."

"Hey, can you say that it's a little money?" Second Uncle Feng Wencheng glanced at him. "You pay for the contract fee, but you can think of it. What's wrong with this money?"

"The renminbi is becoming less and less valuable. It might as well be paid in bulk," Feng Jun laughed as he heard. "If you plant a tree, the tree grows every day, and the money is put there. Every day it depreciates."

"Oh, right, how much do you plan to spend?" Uncle Gen was a little happy, and there were more words. "Some people said 1.5 billion, some people said 2 billion. ? "

"Where do I have so much money? It's just an erroneous rumor," Feng Jun replied with a smile, "Just a few hundred million, the exact amount is to be determined."

In fact, the number has been set. He came back to sign the contract, but ... is it appropriate to say so on this occasion?

"Hundreds of millions are not too much," Uncle Gen said with a tongue out. "You are well developed, even Gazi has been put on. When will you help Uncle Gen, do you succeed?"

Feng Jun replied with a smile, "Gazi is with me and earns a dead salary, mainly because people are in the field, and people from hometown are more reliable."

"Gazi is quite good," Feng Wencheng interjected, "otherwise I wouldn't get him into the hotel, but it's a pity that his sheep is crazy and can't find a more suitable job ... I heard that it's better now ? "

"I haven't been ill in a long time," Feng Jun replied with discretion. "As for whether it will relapse ... who is right?"

"Oh, don't let him drive," second aunt said aloud. "He drives your car. Once he gets sick, he doesn't say who broke the car, only that he hit someone or hurt him. This is all your trouble. "

The second aunt's words were quite satisfactory, but her younger brother Zhang Zeping was slightly overwhelmed, and he was a bit rash to speak. "Jun, seriously, you took Gazi out, it might as well take me out."

Feng Jun smiled, picked up his glass, touched him, and didn't speak ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ drinked his head upward.

I took Gazi out, it was I who commanded him, I took you out, listened to you call me a "jun"?

Know, say I am your boss, don't know, I thought you were my boss.

Feng Jun also knows Zhang Zeping. People are not bad people, they are a bit sloppy and not long-lived. Sometimes they can suffer a bit, but most of the time they are idle.

As the oldest boy in the family, he is the only boy who has done a lot of business, but he always tasted the hard work. He did n’t look down on those hard trades-otherwise, it ’s the husband and wife shop like Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi. Not down.

Zhang Zeping was on the 36th and 7th of this year. He divorced his wife five years ago, and the days have become even more fairy. Many times, his daughter ’s alimony is paid by his father and mother-anyway, his three sisters, old The couple also had loose hands.

"I don't know, what do you like about him," Zhang Zeping saw him not talking, drinking a glass of wine in one gulp, and breathing out a sip of alcohol before he continued to speak. , "How about Liu Laogen? Get out!"

Uncle Gen ’s name Liu Gen has been called Liu Laogen since a television series became popular more than a decade ago.

Feng Jun's family was covering the door of the house in a virtual meal. I don't know who pointed at his house. "Where is it."

Then, the door was yanked open, and the three men came in.

In this rainy and rainy weather, they were wearing single shirts and sleeves.

The leading man said with a smile, "Paralyzed, the old men are running around. Are you drinking alcohol here?"

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