Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

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　　 "Why are you here?" Feng Yiping pushed the car over by accident, feeling out of nowhere that the cold wind seemed to have softened.

　　 "Hehe, this is the dormitory of my dad's unit!" Huang Jingping outside the school is always a lot more lively and bold than on campus, "Why do you guys come back now, I have been waiting for a while."

　　 Oh, yes, isn’t Huang Jingping’s father at the forestry station in the village? I didn’t really notice that this is the dormitory of the forestry station before.

　　 "Oh, we'll play ping pong after waiting for someone to leave. Just say it at school!"

Huang Jingping doesn’t take this. She always takes an alternative and cool route in school. Although she always smiles when she sees people, she actually rarely interacts with boys, especially for those who are obviously mindful, in the same class or other classes. Boys, there is always nothing to say.

　　 "Didn't you invite me to sing? The tape?" Huang Jingping stretched out her hand to Feng Yiping. Feng Yiping smiled when she saw it. The black furry gloves looked like a bear's paw.

　　 "What are you laughing at, it's so cold here, and the tape is not here?"

　　 "What number do you live in, I'll bring it to you later,"

　　 "Why don't I go with you?" Huang Jingping thought for a while.

　　 This is too straightforward. Feng Yiping quickly recalled whether he had cleaned up 502 when he went out in the morning, "Are your parents at home? Should we visit first?"

　　 "My mother is in my hometown, and my dad doesn't know which uncle's house he went to after eating. There is no one at home now, but it's okay to go up and find a door, so you don't have to wait and look for it."

　　 This building is equivalent to the tube building. It is in broad daylight, and the light in the corridor is not good. The aisle is also full of debris and stoves.

Huang Jingping took Feng Yiping and Wang Changning to the fifth room on the right on the third floor. This is a single dormitory. The largest position is a bed, a wardrobe against the wall, and a three drawers beside the window. The old-fashioned writing desks, these large pieces of furniture, depending on the style and paint, are mainly the Arabic numerals in white paint that can be seen faintly on them, which are allotted by the unit.

　　 In the empty place at the door, there is a small table for eating. The corners are piled up with boxes and bags. It is a little messy. At first glance, it is a place where the rough masters sleep.

　　 is the green curtain of the lake, which brings a touch of warmth to this room.

Feng Yiping and the others sat down on the low stools next to the small table. Huang Jingping gave them two cups of hot water and returned to the desk. "My dad lives here alone. They usually set up cards outside a lot, many times. I’m not coming back, so I’m a little messy, don’t laugh!"

　　 "I understand, but if you change this bed to a double, and place something on the second floor, the room will be empty," Feng Yiping subconsciously commented.

　　 "Hehe, my dad and I also said that he might be transferred to town next, and I don’t bother to do it."

　　 They didn't say a few words, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing a black half-long woolen coat walked in, "Xiaoping, is there a classmate here?"

　　 This is the owner of this house, Feng Yiping and Wang Changning quickly stood up, "Hello uncle!"

　　 Huang Jingping came to introduce, "Dad, these are my classmates Feng Yiping and Wang Changning, where have you just been?"

　　 "Hehe, sit down!" Huang Jingping's father greeted them with a smile.

　　 To be honest, Feng Yiping was a little surprised when he saw him at the first glance, and immediately remembered the story of "President Next Door".

　　 Although Huang Jingping's dad also has a gentle smile on his face, it's long, it's really not good.

　　 God is really fond of Huang Jingping. She only inherited his dad's big eyes, and that was the only place where his dad's appearance was outstanding.

　　 "I just played mahjong next to me. I still heard Director Wang's wife say that you have classmates as a guest." Huang Chengzhong said to his daughter.

　　 It can be seen that this is also a father who takes his daughter seriously.

　　 "Feng Yiping, right? I often listen to them. Not only do they have good grades, but they are also very capable." He smiled and said to Feng Yiping.

　　 "Everywhere, I was lucky, unlike classmate Huang Jingping, whose grades are very stable, and the liberal arts courses are among the best in grade." He boasted, and Feng Yiping would of course boast it back.

　　 Feng Yiping felt that although Huang Chengzhong was smiling, he looked at him like the truck drivers he stopped on the road, with a slight scrutiny.

Next, Feng Yiping pretended to be very interested, and asked about Huang Chengzhong’s work, and from time to time he made envious and yearning sighs. Wang Changning also cooperated with him. Huang Jingping, who was out of the way, looked at the three men in the room. Especially Feng Yiping's flattering look, a little bit like to laugh.

Feng Yiping handles the unit clerk who is not even a unit-level cadre in these townships. He is very sensitive to his instinct as a father when it comes to daughters, but in other respects, a few words make him feel good about Feng Yiping. The goodwill has greatly increased.

After all, for a low-level middle-aged civil servant who has been squandered for half his life, but who thinks he is capable and aspiring, is looked at with admiration by two and a half young men. He himself feels dull and boring at work when he speaks out. , They immediately exchanged them for "You are so amazing, you are amazing," such a look, it is strange that he is not floating!

　　 This time, how can it be a cool word! It is more refreshing than the days when my wife comes every month.

Huang Chengzhong had Tan Xing, and he was smoking and telling them about the things at work. He couldn't stop for a while, but Huang Jingping interrupted him, "Dad, they have something to do with me, and they haven't had lunch yet! "

　　 "Oh, sorry, I forgot the time when I said that, then you should go back first, and come and sit when you have time." Huang Chengzhong stood up with a bit of meaning.

　　 "Dad, I will go with them. I have to learn songs. I will perform on New Year's Day." Huang Jingping came over and took his dad's arm.

　　 "Huh?" Huang Chengzhong became sensitive again, "What performance?"

　　 "The school is going to hold a New Year's Day party, the teacher told us to have a show, we are going to sing a song, Feng Yiping has a tape, I want to listen to learn."

　　 Feng Yiping hurriedly said, "Uncle, we are not far away, just across from the hospital dormitory, why don't you go and take a look?"

　　 "Oh, that's OK, then I'll go over and take a look, don't bother!"

　　 "It's okay, I live with two of you." Hearing Feng Yiping's words, the smile on Huang Chengzhong's face faded and he gave his daughter a sharp look.

　　 entered the 502, Feng Yiping took them around, and Huang Chengzhong saw that the house was cleaned up, and finally it was a little milder.

　　 No way, their generation is like this, doing bad things by themselves-for example, his own nest is messed up, but he naturally asks his children to do well.

　　 Wang Changning went to the kitchen, he was good at crucian noodles.

Feng Yiping accompanied the Huang family and his daughter to chat in the living room. Huang Jingping was impatient after hearing them and asked Feng Yiping to take her to listen to the song~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Feng Yiping had to take her there. In my room, I installed the tape and put the headphones on for her.

　　 When he came back, Huang Chengzhong leaned on the sofa, and the topic changed. He started with the harvest in the countryside this year, and then asked Feng Yiping about the situation at home.

　　 Feng Yiping talked about the situation at home. Hearing that his parents are in the province, Huang Chengzhong immediately asked, "What are you doing in the province?"

　　 "I opened a noodle shop."

　　 "Oh," Huang Chengzhong listened, feeling somewhat distracted. Out of politeness, he casually asked, "How is business!"

　　 "It's okay, now an average of nearly 1,000 yuan in revenue per day, and I am preparing to open a second store." I don't know why, Feng Yiping unconsciously stood out.

　　 "That's really good, is the noodle shop?"

　　 At this time, Wang Changning's noodles were already cooked. He came over in an apron to invite everyone to have a meal. Huang Chengzhong went to the kitchen to taste the taste. He thought it was good and exaggerated.

　　 But his age is not like Feng Yiping and the three of them. It was when he was growing up. Even if Huang Jingping had just had lunch at lunch, he now tasted the taste of noodles and decided to eat another bowl.

He knew that there were three more people in the room, and Feng Yiping's background was almost the same. Moreover, based on his knowledge of his daughter, he couldn't do anything. So Huang Chengzhong said goodbye and went back to play mahjong, and he asked when he left. Huang Jingping, "Come back early!"

　　 Feng Yiping sent him to the door and watched him go downstairs. I always felt that today’s scene seemed familiar. Does it look like the first time I went to Zhang Yan’s house?

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