"Dad, Jiankun said, I have something to ask you."

After the child entered the door, Wang Bingquan smiled on his face and gave Zhang Weiguo a look that every parent would understand.

Li Jiankun looked at this middle-aged man who was as black as charcoal, playing the role of black and white with Xiao Wang Neng, and said respectfully: "Uncle Wang."

Wang Bingquan asked with a smile: "What happened to you two today? Jiankun, why are you looking for me?"

Li Jiankun glanced at Zhang Weiguo.

Wang Bingquan waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I'm one of my own."

This guy understands, just don’t treat him like a human being.

"Uncle Wang, Shanhe told me about the situation of this factory. Maybe I can get some information..."

"What the hell?"

Before this guy could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by someone. Zhang Weiguo looked at Wang Bingquan with a look like "Whose unlucky kid is this?"

Shameless words!

Wang Bingquan didn't answer any questions and was surprised when he saw Li Jiankun.

"Boy, do you know what materials are needed to make an electric fan?"

"Do you know that these raw materials are all planned materials?"

"You do it, where are you going to do it?"

Zhang Weiguo sprayed out three consecutive questions like a machine gun, with an expression of caring for the mentally retarded.

He can't even do it!

What Wang Bingquan has obtained, do you think he has the nerve to say it? Shameless!

Who do you think you are?

Li Jiankun ignored him and continued: "Uncle Wang, there's nothing to lose if you let me try, right?"

After Wang Bingquan pondered for a moment, he suddenly said: "Oh, I understand."

What do you understand?

Li Jiankun was surprised, I don’t even understand, okay? I don’t have a plan yet.

Saying there is a good way is just deceiving the country.

Let’s talk about it first and then talk about it.

When it comes to a business opportunity, if you really have to wait until you have a perfect plan before taking action, then don’t do it.

"You also want to go... to collect scraps?" He didn't say junk, leaving dignity for his children and dignity for himself.

I'll take it from your uncle. You really look down on your brother.

At this juncture, do you have enough time?

This is how the raw materials in Qingqing Factory come from. Li Jiankun then remembered that Lu Guanqiu seemed to have done this.

"Uncle Wang, the matter hasn't been done yet. Let's not talk about it for now. All I can promise is not to cause trouble. If we do get it done, can you give me a reward?"

This is all easy to say. Now whoever dares to give him raw materials, he dares to throw money back and find someone to collect the scraps. The labor cost is still high, which is not low. Not many people are willing to do this work.

The problem is, that's not what it sounds like.

Then Wang Bingquan couldn't figure it out. How could a young man get the planned materials?

He knows the background of the Li family clearly, and it makes him sad to say it.

What a surprise.

Wang Bingquan looked at him and asked: "Are you really sure?"

How can you say no at this juncture?

"Yes!"

"Okay, you give it a try."

Since the child didn't want to talk much, and he didn't force him, Wang Bingquan was open-minded. What else could he not like about having someone help him solve his problems?

Just as the other party said, he had no loss.

For children, it may not be a kind of exercise.

Done!

I won’t discuss the specific remuneration. I believe Comrade Lao Wang will not treat himself badly.

Li Jiankun looked cheerful and stretched out his hand, "Uncle Wang, let me give you some start-up capital first, 50 yuan."

Wang Bingquan was stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded: "You kid."

After saying that, he opened the drawer, picked out five big cards and handed them over.

After the two gangsters left the office, Zhang Weiguo gloated: "You know you were cheated, but you still have to pay for it. Lao Wang, you are really good at it."

Wang Bingquan didn't seem to hear his sarcasm. He lit a big red eagle on his own, looked out the window, and blew out a mouthful of white mist.

"Let me tell you a story.

"It was 1968, in the dog days of summer, when a group of young men carried adults on their backs and ran into the river to swim. One of them actually couldn't swim, but he had a coy temper, like a girl. She had few friends and didn't dare to say anything.

"He scurried and scurried in the river, and all of a sudden he reached the deep water area. He couldn't hold his feet, and he kept choking on the water. When he saw that he was dying, the other children were so frightened that they ran away.

"Only one tall child was left. Half of his life was wasted. He picked up the little hairs that he scratched with his hands and feet and carried him home.

"When you go somewhere, kneel down to your parents and tell them that the idea was his, and you can be beaten or scolded if you want..."

"The one who carried people was the kid just now, and the one who drowned was your family?" Zhang Weiguo understood.

Wang Bingquan nodded, "I thought at that time, this guy is a little wild, but he is responsible and responsible, and he is a trustworthy person. I told Shanhe that we will be good with him in the future. Guess what? My Shanhe is now

Dare to fight, haha..."

Zhang Weiguo stared, "You are sick. Your child has learned to fight. Are you so happy?"

"That's right." Wang Bingquan said seriously, "The one with the handle should be a little bloody."

There are still four words he didn't say: Then just follow me.

I think back then, when he was as old as Shanhe and Jiankun, people and gods from all over the country were outraged. But later, all those who were the same age were digging in the soil, and he was the only one who built two factories in the town.
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This man would be a loser if he didn’t work hard.

"Gan Zhang, you came down from the county not long ago, but you still don't know that this kid's family is very poor..."

"I can tell." Zhang Weiguo answered.

"It's a coincidence that he and Shanhe have been in the same class from elementary school to high school. I often give Shanhe a little more money. Shanhe is not stingy. Just give it to him. He never asks for it. He can only get some food."

Wang Bingquan turned his head and asked: "Cadre Zhang, do you think such a child would defraud me of money?"

Zhang Weiguo was choked for a moment, and after a while, he said: "What else? Do you believe that he can get the raw materials?"

Wang Bingquan did not answer directly, "I believe he has an idea and wants to put it into action. It's a good thing. My family Shanhe will definitely not dare to do it now. Does it matter whether it succeeds or not?"

Zhang Weiguo couldn't answer the question, waved his hand and said: "Don't talk about this, let's talk about business!"

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A loess road twists and turns, and at the end, a small village nestled in a valley appears.

The place here is really poor. There is not even a decent house in the entire brigade, not even an adobe house.

The so-called adobe bricks are made of yellow mud mixed with straw. You can imagine how strong they are. If they are not repaired twice a year, they will not last for several years.

But it is also really beautiful, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, fresh air, and a not bad name, Qingxidian.

Li Jiankun walked all the way, but he didn't feel any timidity about being close to home. Instead, he just couldn't wait.

On the roadside, some farm tools, teapots, and water bowls were randomly placed. People who came later might not have thought that the phrase "keeping the house open at night" was not far away from them.

Nowadays, if you leave things outside, you won’t worry about losing them.

Do you believe that after a few years when the household responsibility system is implemented, someone will secretly cut your crops in the middle of the night?

It’s not stealing. It’s cut, tied, and put in the field just waiting for you to pick it back.

You want to express your gratitude, but no one will admit it.

At this time of year, there are still many people working in the fields, hoeing weeds and plowing the fields in preparation for spring sowing.

Although it was arranged by the production team, it was a little premature and 80% of the time it would have to be done again, but no one would think it was a wasted effort.

Putting the collective first, working hard, not being afraid of hardship and sweating, and being dedicated...these spirits are ingrained in the bones of this generation.

From a macro perspective, there are no lazy people these days.
Chapter completed!