wipe!

The crowd exploded again.

If you have a guaranteed salary of 30,000 yuan per month, just plant this kind of white flour?

Moreover, after being proficient, it may increase to 50,000 or even 100,000!

This is even more profitable than being a boss.

You should know that these villagers work hard in chemical factories, up to 4,000 yuan a month...

The villagers roared: "I do, I do!"

Zhou Xiaomei's family was trembling.

Last night, he said that finding a job for villagers with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars is not a brag!

I really shouldn't have laughed at him last night.

Ye Wudao nodded: "Okay."

"However, if you want to do it with me, you have to agree to me with a condition."

"This kind of white flour needs careful cultivation and careful care for 24 hours, so you must move into the planting area."

"No problem." The villagers responded enthusiastically.

Ye Wu said: "Okay, then there is no need for your village to exist, so demolish it."

The villagers suddenly realized.

It turns out that this 10 billion-dollar love project has something to do with him!

It turns out that he is rich and generous.

But they became worried again.

I was worried that this was a conspiracy that Ye Wudao used to make them agree to the demolition.

Ye Wudao had seen the concerns in the villagers and said, "Don't worry about me lying to you. Now we can sign a contract, and I will advance your salary for one year."

"If you agree, come and sign the labor employment contract and demolition contract with your name."

The villagers were able to sign a contract and pay their wages in advance. The concerns of the villagers disappeared and they rushed to sign their signatures.

A month of 30,000 yuan, a year's salary is 300,000 yuan, and within three years, you will be a millionaire... Only fools will miss the opportunity to become a millionaire!

Ye Wudao took a lot of effort to get out of the crowd.

He walked to Zhou Dingping, who was still standing stupidly, and said, "Old Zhou, are you frozen?"

"No...no..." Zhou Dingping came back to his senses and said in fear.

He couldn't believe that the inmate who had been in prison for five years with him was so rich.

Now he doesn't know what identity he should get along with Ye Wudao.

"It's good if not." Ye Wudao took the contract prepared early from the Yaozi and stuffed it into Zhou Dingping's arms: "Look at this contract, sign if you are interested."

"What is this?" Zhou Dingping asked curiously.

Ye Wudao: "From the future, you will supervise the work of the villagers, with an annual salary of 10 million. You will control food, housing, and marriage."

Medicine box was stunned.

Marshal Ye, who has always been serious and solemn, actually learned to joke... It's amazing.

Zhou level is more shocking than medicine box.

Annual salary of 10 million!

He had no idea about ten million, he only knew that he would spend so much money in his entire life if he died!

Ye Wudao: "Okay, thank you for the fine wine last night. I'll leave first and see you back."

"By the way, I'll give you another task. Let the villagers demolish the houses themselves later, and each family will subsidize 10,000 yuan more!"

He took the demolition contract and turned around and left.

Zhou Xiaomei and Zhou's mother also came up carefully.

Zhou's mother whispered: "Director, your friend is so rich, why didn't you tell us?"

Zhou Dingping said coldly: "My friend is low-key and doesn't like to show off."

Zhou's mother was a little embarrassed and smiled and said, "Hehe, it's better to be low-key. I just like low-key."

"By the way, you said yesterday that you want to introduce your sister to him..."

Zhou Xiaomei also begged: "Brother, please invite him to your house for a meal another day, and I will cook myself."

Zhou Dingping shook his head: "Forget it, he is just a labor reform prisoner, but he is not worthy of you."

"Besides, aren't you interested in Zhou Hu? People are not qualified to carry shoes to Zhou Hu."

The faces of Zhou's mother and Zhou Xiaomei suddenly felt aching.

Zhou Xiaomei sighed: "Hey, Zhou Hu doesn't deserve it if he carries his shoes to others."

Zhou Dingping said calmly: "You should stop thinking about this."

"My buddy is a man of the world. He can sleep on firewood and taste gall to endure humiliation and bear the burden. His future achievements are limitless. We are not from the same world as others."
Chapter completed!