Chapter 170 When?

"You also know that I am only a hands-off shopkeeper."

Ye Chong smiled and said, "Longshen Group really needs a capable president, so are you willing?"

Tang Chun's little head clicked like a chicken pecking at rice, and he said excitedly: "Of course I am willing."

If Tang Chun could manage the entire group company, he would have a better chance of shocking the Tang family!

"Then it's settled, your beauty salon is one of the core industries of our Longshen Group."

Ye Chong said with a smile.

"no problem."

Tang Chun showed off two small tiger teeth and smiled very cutely.

The previous gloomy mood was swept away.

"By the way, what's your plan next?"

Tang Chun asked.

Ye Chong scratched his head. He just had an idea. He hadn't really thought about the specific plan or anything.

"What do you think?

What should we do first?"

he asked.

After all, Tang Chun is quite professional in this aspect.

"Well, I think first we need to build the company headquarters building. Only when we have a position can we fight tough battles, right?"

Tang Chun said.

Ye Chong nodded in agreement.

Since it is a group company, it is not a small matter. It is not appropriate to rent an office building or something.

It is best to find a piece of land and build the building yourself.

"Leave this to me, I'll find a suitable land."

Tang Chun smiled and said, "Guaranteed to be cheap and good."

Ye Chong raised his hands in agreement. This time he didn't pretend to be big and said to Tang Chun, 'money is not a problem' or anything like that.

To buy land and build a company headquarters, the funds required can easily reach hundreds of millions. With such a large investment, money is really a problem.

Even Ye Chong had to slowly find a way to get it together.

"Don't worry if you leave it to me."

Tang Chun regained his appearance as a business elite.

"Well, then I leave all the power to you."

Ye Chong smiled.

After the serious talk was over, the two of them were in a good mood and relaxed.

Ye Chong asked with a smile: "By the way, you just told me 'at least not now', then I want to know when?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Chun's face suddenly turned red.

She just couldn't help herself and said to Ye Chong, 'It's not that I don't want to, it's that we really can't be together, at least not now.'

"That, that is, if one day you -" Tang Chun suddenly started to squirm like a little girl, "If you can be stronger than the Tang family, that's all."

Ye Chong smiled, knowing that Tang Chun was worried that the Tang family would be detrimental to him.

In fact, what Tang Chun said is right. Only if he is strong enough, the Tang family will not cause trouble for him.

"This is easy to say. Just wait. It won't take long."

Ye Chong smiled.

Tang Chun chuckled: "Just blow it."

"Stop talking, I'm going to work hard! Bye!"

Ye Chong felt that his whole body was full of fighting spirit. He stood up, turned around and left.

Looking at Ye Chong's leaving figure, Tang Chun showed a sweet smile.

"Ye Chong, I really hope that one day you can be more powerful than the Tang family!"

She said to herself.

…

When Ye Chong returned to the village, Zhou Yutong and Lin Wan were still playing the game.

They didn't even notice that Ye Chong had gone out.

It wasn't until it was getting late that Zhou Yutong rubbed his eyes, stood up from the chair and stretched.

"Ah, Yutong, look it's already dark, and we actually spent the whole day playing."

Only then did Lin Wan notice the sky outside.

"yes!"

Zhou Yutong said, "It seems that this game is a waste of time. We should restrain ourselves."

Ye Chong sat aside and smiled.

"Time flies like water, and we can't waste our good time on games."

Zhou Yutong said righteously.

It was as if she wasn't the one who put the zombies on the screen just now.

As she spoke, she looked at the date in the lower right corner of the computer.

"Yeah, tomorrow is Teacher's Day."

Zhou Yutong suddenly discovered that today is September 9th.

"No, I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me."

Ye Chong also noticed it.

There is a rural teacher in Xiaoye Village named Wen Fugui, who is in his sixties and is as old as Ye Guangcai in the village.

However, his body is not as good as Ye Guangcai's, and his legs are weak.

All this time, it was only because of the help from the villagers that Wen Fugui did not starve to death.

On the one hand, the villagers are kind-hearted, but more importantly, they respect Wen Fugui.

Ye Chong heard from the older generation that Wen Fugui was transferred from the county when he was young.

Then he worked as a teacher in Xiaoye Village for forty years.

Most of the villagers in Xiaoye Village received enlightenment education from Wen Fugui.

He taught from preschool, elementary school to junior high school.

In recent years, people in the village have sent their children to the county town to study since elementary school, so Wen Fugui gradually retired.

However, the villagers are still willing to call him Teacher Wen.

Even Ye Chong Primary School was taught by Wen Fugui.

Zhou Yutong and Ye Chong made a plan to visit Wen Fugui the next day.

That night, Ye Chong also specially prepared a lot of delicious food as gifts.

Early the next morning, the two came to Wen Fugui's home together.

Wen Fugui lives in the north of the village. His yard is very small. The weeds have not been cleared for a long time and are already up to his ankles. There is only an old black dog lying lazily on the ground in the yard.

"Is Teacher Wen at home?

The village chief and I are here to see you."

Zhou Yutong shouted.

"The village chief and party secretary are here, come in quickly, come in quickly!"

An old voice came from the house.

Ye Chong and Zhou Yutong walked into the house.

As soon as you open the door, you will find the kitchen. There is a black pot on the stove, next to it is a water tank with a broken edge, and then there is a table made of wooden boards, with a dirty floral white porcelain bowl placed on it.

A wall of fire separates the kitchen from the room where Wen Fugui sleeps.

Wen Fugui was sitting up from the kang. His legs were not working well and he had to lean on a broken stool to get up.

The handle of the broken stool was polished and shiny because it had been held by Wen Fugui for many years.
To be continued...