That night, Zhao Changan, Zhang Shun, and Zhong Lianwei drank beer until one o'clock in the morning.

Zhong Lianwei, who was extremely drunk, had no guts to go home, otherwise it might be another scene of "a drunken father lecturing a drunken son" that would alarm several buildings.

Licking his face, he squeezed into the same bed with Zhao Changan.

This made Zhao Changan extremely annoyed and looked helpless.

Early the next morning, Zhao Changan pulled Zhong Lianwei up from his sleep.

Just wash your face and go straight to the construction site.

Since it was the weekend, in the morning breeze except for some people who got up early to exercise, there was a steaming breakfast shop.

The rest of the road was silent.

"How long do you have classes left at the planning school?"

"It was added at the end of last year, and there are still two or three months left."

"Can't I get a refund?"

"No, haha, in fact, there is no way to refund the money. It was my father who deliberately bumped into the principal's car, which resulted in a bloody head injury and deprived him of a quota."

Zhong Lianwei had a smile on his face.

He lifted his butt off the car seat, raised his legs up and down, and tried his best to push his car, which was more than ten years old.

The parts were clanging all the way.

"I asked you, where did you get the money? The tuition for this crash course is not low."

"two thousand."

"~, grab the money!"

Zhao Changan cursed.

"The only thing I learned was Wubi. If I was really bad at Wubi, I just had to use Pinyin, and simple DOS commands. They were all the lowest-level stuff. I was familiar with it in less than a month. You have to pay extra for surfing the Internet by the hour. It's worse than Internet cafes outside.

It’s still expensive!”

When Zhao Changan and Zhong Lianwei arrived at the construction site, his mother Zhang Lishan glanced at him dissatisfiedly, apparently complaining that he came home late after drinking last night.

I didn't notice that Zhao Changan's cheeks were blue after being beaten.

The two of them started eating.

Xiaolongbao and eight-treasure porridge are delicious.

I also helped out in the kitchen for a while.

Only when the worker elder Huang came over did Zhao Changan know that Niu Meng'en had returned to Zheng City.

As the foreman of Building No. 1, Lao Huang has the power to change a small worker, but does not have the power to add a new one.

Besides, he was not familiar with Zhao Changan, and he, Zhao Changan, had not made such a big show of asking Lao Huang to replace him.

Zhao Changan used the phone number in the construction site office to call Niu Mengen. The guy was making breakfast for the woman's daughter. He was afraid of confusing the situation, so he could finish it in one sentence.

According to the old rules, you have to take care of three meals a day, and your daily salary is 20 yuan.

"Brother, I won't tell you too much. If you really feel like you can't work anymore, you don't need to tell me, just go to Lao Huang and resign and get money.

As for what will happen in the future, no one can say for sure, let’s see as we go.”

There are many things that Zhao Changan cannot say now.

Moreover, he also wanted to temper Zhong Lianwei's careless nature, stay away from those bad friends, and understand how difficult it is to make money.

I also want to know how much "decibel" Zhong Lianwei's attachment to him is.

I can only watch slowly.

You must know that although the two had a good relationship before, in that time and space, after Zhong Lianwei went to the south, the two almost lost contact.

When Zhao Changan was getting married and having a banquet, Zhong Lianwei's father sent 500 million yuan on behalf of Zhong Lianwei, which was the largest congratulatory gift received that day.

After that, Zhong Yuanqiang went to Star City for retirement and had no contact with him again.

"Brother An, this job is tiring, but I like it very much. It's not like the messy place in the planning school. If you don't bully others, others will bully you.

It's direct, straightforward, just a low-effort effort, and there aren't that many messy things.

Have you noticed that Xiaofang is also pretty, and her grooming is no worse than that of late summer."

However, what left Zhao Changan speechless was that Zhong Lianwei was very excited: "I was cleaning the kitchen with her just now, and she laughed at me for being stupid!"

"What are you looking at? Late summer is all about dressing up and winning through magic. Fang Yinglan relies on her own hard power."

Zhao Changan sneered: "This girl puts down her thick braids, trims her hair, trims her eyebrows, and applies a little whitening powder to her skin. She is a quasi-school beauty."

Her parents won't let her go out to work until she sees her. It's my daughter who is pretty and easy to attract people to catch a rich son-in-law."

Seeing Zhong Lianwei's eyes,

He instantly lost his energy.

"I've hit you hard enough. I'll give you two bowls of inspirational chicken soup."

Zhao Changan patted him on the shoulder and handed him a cigarette: "I don't know why you have such low self-esteem? We are all human beings. You are only seventeen years old this year."

"Brother, I'm eighteen!"

"It's not important,"

Zhao Changan lit a cigarette for Zhong Lianwei: "Zong Qinghou graduated from junior high school and is still riding a tricycle at the age of 43. As long as you work hard and in the right direction, who dares to say that you are destined to be a failure in your life?——

If you really want to have a taste of love, this girl Xiaofang is a nice person, smart, simple-hearted, clean and beautiful, so feel free to be brave and pursue her."

Then, Zhao Changan said something that Zhong Lianwei has remembered for his whole life: "Isn't she a chicken? One day, if you really want to marry her, make a twenty-kilogram golden chicken, and carry it over as a betrothal gift, blinding you."

My father-in-law’s dog eyes! Let his barren brain know what a real golden turtle son-in-law is!”

——

Zhao Changan stood on the Fuhe Bridge, looking at the quietly flowing water below.

The more than 300 acres of land along the right bank are filled with villagers, tractors, and tricycles.

The villagers at this time were not as 'savvy' as they would be a few years later.

After the village issued a 'relocation announcement', they took the initiative to relocate the tombs, fruit trees, and houses in the plot -

After the demolition is completed, go to the village committee to get the compensation.

At this time, four cars, an off-road vehicle, and a jeep drove over from the dirt road from the north.

The white BMW 528 at the front is particularly eye-catching.

"Xia Wenyang!"

Zhao Changan couldn't help but stare.

Six cars were parked at the west end of the Fuhe Bridge. Bosses in suits and leather shoes got out of the car chatting and laughing.

A middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses got out of the back seat of the BMW 528, looking like an elegant and successful businessman.

He couldn't recognize the other Zhao Changan, but he could clearly recognize Xia Wenyang.

Xia Wenyang also saw Zhao Changan who was isolated on the Fuhe Bridge. His eyes were slightly startled, and then he looked away as if he hadn't seen him and talked to Lao Li, the construction committee member who got off the car with him.

A group of people talked for a while at West Bridge. After just a few words, Zhao Changan understood that Xia Wenyang was following the "Peach Blossom Villa" model.

Invite a group of mountain city bosses who got rich first to participate in the government's Hebei land construction bidding project.

Zhao Changan looked at the direction of the Juanjuanfu River, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

There is no doubt that Xia Wenyang is a natural business tycoon who knows how to advance and retreat while giving way to profit and win-win cooperation.

Only this point,

It's much smarter than Niu Meng'en.

And that kind of bidding method is obviously tailor-made for Wenyang Architecture.

We want to use this to accumulate a group of wealthy mountain city entrepreneurs and accelerate the economic development of mountain cities.

In fact, from Bei Yujiao Road to Fuhe Bridge.

Just take a simple road for more than two miles and cross the Zhuangyuanfu construction site.

But Xia Wenyang and the others would rather take a detour of seven or eight miles and cross the river at the Beihuan Road Bridge.

What is expressed here is the sentiment that is opposed to the construction industry in other places, and the attempt to tie up the mountain city businessmen with a big moral stick.

It is self-evident.

Xia Wenyang and his party only stood at the west bridge of Fuhe for a few minutes before walking towards the demolition site in the south.
Chapter completed!