Lu Zhaowen did not say yes or not.

Su Haitang put the matter aside and hurried back to the city.

I had known that no one wanted to hear her report last night, so she might as well stay at home for the night to save the trouble of going back and forth.

Su Haitang went to the department store to buy a lot of things, put the canned spring water oranges prepared early in the space into the bag and handed it to the village chief.

Years ago, she sent money back to the village and installed a telephone for her nanny's family, so that she didn't have to use the phone of the village chief's house every time.

Zhang Yue'e has been diligent and thrifty all her life, so she was willing to spend the money. She kept saying that she was going to hook the phone, but Su Haitang tried to persuade him.

Su Haitang understands the thoughts of milk, so she simply persuades her to open a commissary and use the telephone as a paid public telephone. Isn't that appropriate? Not only does it not waste telephone bills, but it can also generate income.

And since the milk is so old, it's better to do less heavy work in the field. It's good to keep a canteen and spend a lot of time and make a lot of money.

In other words, there is no concept of retirement in rural areas. As long as you can move around, you won’t be idle. Many elderly people are overloaded with work, but they are used to carrying them.

The environment in the village is such that her milk is no exception.

But Su Haitang felt distressed.

Su Haitang, the cost of the commissary, gave all the money, and she couldn't help with the rest of the matter. Fortunately, she was not worried about the uncle and the others.

Just taking advantage of the winter leisure, the family went into battle, opened up the two east wing rooms of Zhang Yue'e's house facing the street, and cleared them out;

Those formalities, the lobby brother Su Haiyang had already done it for help. The Su's canteen was opened, and the business was not salty or weak, and it was pretty good.

It was convenient for the milk to call, and there was a small shop tied up, so she didn't have to run out in the winter to send her money and mail packages, and she was relieved a lot, and she didn't have much to entrust the old village chief to take home.

Saying goodbye to the old village chief, Su Haitang got on the bus to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

She politely called in advance to confirm, but she was still a little worried.

Writing songs for others, how can she have that level? Not all of them are copied and plagiarized!

I have to talk to others, not to hurt Vice Minister Zhu's filial piety, and of course not to expose myself.

It's not true that the shot is true, and it's cool to be popular. Doesn't this sequelae come?

Su Haitang screamed repeatedly in his heart, but he was holding a pile of hot potato in his hand, and there was no way not to return it.

Vice Minister Zhu made it clear that if she wants her to write a song, she still doesn't know how President Su, boss Bai, will have to pay for gifts.

What a sweet burden.

Su Haitang had fun in hardship and forcibly cheered herself up.

It would be great if she could contact the little fox. Cheng Yuanzheng had many ghosts and would definitely help her to share her worries.

By the way, there are old foxes in her family too!

Su Haitang took a photo of his forehead, quickly got off the car, found a public phone, and called his cunning old man, oh no, it was the scheming grandfather.

"Grandpa isn't there? Oh, okay, it's okay, let me call my dad."

"My dad isn't there either? Oh, I'm not in a hurry, I call my milk."

"Milk, do you know what my grandpa did?"

After missing people twice in a row, Su Haitang asked a little nervously.

"You have a task. He is busy at work, you don't know." Yuan Yingchao took the time to answer the phone call of her granddaughter, and answered indifferently, not forgetting to remind the design draft.

"It's time to prepare for the new spring products. Don't procrastinate on your design draft. Don't do things at all."

What can Su Haitang say, promise her.

Hanging up the phone, Su Haitang felt like a kitten was scratching, and it was so itchy.

Is Cheng Yuanzheng's mission ending? Right?