Chen Wuyuan stood next to the office window. The secretary came in and gave Chen Wuyuan a document, and said: "The Industrial and Commercial Bureau said that Nanzhu Village has come to run a cooperative."

Chen Wuyuan nodded. When he opened an account, he mentioned this matter to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

Unexpectedly, Nanzhu Village's movement was still very fast.

Yuan Shuhai also reported to him about the plastic film, so he knew more about the action of Nanzhu Village.

There is also the matter of dividing the land, which was only started under his leadership.

At Jiuding Restaurant, Ye Zhenming and Ye Zhenbin looked at such a good business and were determined to do a good job in the cooperative.

There are so many people in the city who have spare money to go out for dinner, which means that everyone has some spare money in their pockets.

The emergence of self-employed businesses, although the license was difficult to obtain at the beginning.

But private transactions are not as lenient as they are.

In a pigeon city, bald head and Li Jianren stood together, looking at this alley, feeling a lot.

After a while, Li Jianren sighed and said, "Let's close it. There will be no need to open this pigeon market in the future."

Before, when I opened a pigeon market, I wanted to make money, but also accumulate connections.

Not only do they sell things here, they also collect things.

For example, Su He, who came here to sell things, had traded with them.

Later, I got online and traded directly.

Li Jianren also used this part of the thing, which can be said to have expanded a lot of connections.

Now, Yuan Shuhai is competing with him and has also expanded his connections.

They separated tacitly and did not snatch the same connection.

With more things and more choices, it is less important.

Turning around, Li Jianren strode away.

The bald man turned around and caught up with Li Jianren, and asked, "Boss, is it really that locked up?"

After so long, he still feels reluctant to let it go.

Besides, I can trade a lot of things every day.

Although the emergence of self-employed businesses has had an impact on the pigeon market, there is still a guarantee of making money.

Li Jianren shook his head: "It's like a waste of money. It's tasteless to eat, but it's a pity to throw it away. It's better to close it early. Let's get some self-employed people and make money the same."

It's more legal and won't be caught.

Like him, there are several heads of Pigeon City.

Some people retreated bravely and quickly shut down before something happened.

The reason why Li Jianren was shut down quickly was that he didn't want to be caught.

There is no way, the difficulties have passed, it’s time to settle the accounts.

Before, did you really not know that there was a pigeon market here?

Know, but why not deal with it?

It’s nothing more than that the pigeon city has the value of existence.

But now, the pigeon market has no value in existence. If there are still people who are unwilling to do so, they will naturally be harvested.

Don’t say it, there are really people who don’t want to keep it.

"They are their business, they just happened to be closed, and the business is all for us."

A scarface said with a smile, if Su He was here, he would know that this scarface still has some connection with him.

Su He had sold something in this pigeon market before, but he was targeted and wanted to be evil.

Behind Su He hid in the warehouse with his own, and did not cause trouble for this pigeon market.

There is no way, as long as the things are not eye-catching, they can still be sold here.

"It's very good, Liu Linlin, that's it."

The art troupe reported the performance again and was praised by the invitation unit. The art troupe leader was also very happy.

It has been only a few months since Liu Linlin joined the art troupe, but relying on her beautiful appearance, beautiful voice and superior dance, she quickly gained a foothold in the art troupe.

Liu Linlin even became the pillar of the art troupe.

Although the art troupe here is actually nothing in the country.

Liu Linlin was not very happy. When she was in the north, she was still a pillar.

It's just normal performance, there's no need to be too happy.

Seeing this, the leader also felt that this person was excellent.

"We won't be arrogant. Although we can't be too obvious, we should be happy if we should be happy. Today our art troupe and the invitation unit have dinner together, Linlin, you can come together too."

Liu Linlin shook her head: "No, my aunt asked me to go back for dinner. My uncle didn't work overtime today, and the whole family was having dinner together."

Um?

The leader wanted to say something, but when he thought that Liu Linlin's aunt and uncle were both of them, he closed his mouth again.

After a pause, the team leader said again: "By the way, there will be a competition in the province. Do you want to participate? I heard that the winner will be promoted vigorously in the future. You can go to a higher stage."

Liu Linlin's eyes lit up: "Go, I'll go to participate."

Liu Linlin also has her own dream, she wants to be a singer.

If she had been in the art troupe in Bishui City, she would not have had a chance to make a comeback.

It's not what she wants to live like this.

Now that there is a competition, she wants to participate.

After leaving the unit, Liu Linlin was a little confused: "If you go to the competition, you need songs. If I sing the same songs as them, how can I make me excellent?"

Liu Linlin thought about it and suddenly thought of someone.

"If I remember well, the song He Jiezi often hums is good. If I could ask him for a song, I would definitely stand out."

For the past semester, Liu Linlin spent most of her time in the art troupe.

But it doesn't mean that she didn't go to school.

It's just that the number of times is relatively small.

But because of He Lang, Liu Linlin, Su He and Gu Dong are all familiar with each other.

Especially Su He, it was only because of that collision that the two people met.

"Yes, just go and ask that guy."

When I got home, Dr. Qiu was already cooking fish, and the taste was very fragrant.

Liu Linlin came into the kitchen and hugged Dr. Qiu: "Auntie."

Dr. Qiu patted her hands: "Okay, go out and wait. My fish is almost ready and the soup is stewed."

When Liu Linlin came out, she saw He Lang lying on the sofa, completely uninspired.

"What's wrong?"

Liu Linlin asked.

He Lang shook his head: "I have nothing to do, it's winter vacation soon, and I don't know what to do."

He wanted to go back to his hometown to have a look, but it was obvious that neither Dr. Qiu nor He would let him go back alone.

It takes a long time to take the train and is not safe.

Liu Linlin didn't ask much, and talked about the art troupe. She looked at He Lang and said, "How is it? Ask me and ask him to write a few songs for me."

He Lang was surprised: "Do you have a fever? He can write songs? I think it's almost the same for him to make you a small electric fan."

After a pause, He Lang said again: "Besides, you know yourself, you must go by yourself."

If it was his own business or something else, He Lang would ask.

Isn’t this a difficult thing about writing songs?
Chapter completed!