Flying the boss is not easy

Chapter 38 Chapter 38

Accurate news came out, and no oil was extracted.

The discount disappointed everyone, especially those who were counting on the demolition funds, and everyone's mood fell into a downturn for a while.

Wan Hansong was relieved, he had been worrying about this matter for the past few days, and he faintly showed signs of neurasthenia, and often suffered from insomnia at night.

However, this breath has not been relieved for a long time, and another new news came.

A timber factory owner took a fancy to them and planned to contract the land here to build a factory.

Heavy rain is an indispensable thing in summer. The lightning seems to split the sky into countless pieces. The bright light directly pokes the eyes. If you don't cover your eyes in time, it will hurt for a while.

A car drove into Song Hai Tea Industry, and not long after, that car drove away again.

The office was extremely hot and stuffy, and there happened to be a power outage. Wan Hansong saw the car when he opened the window for air.He lay on the window sill and watched, the raindrops hitting his face.

The strength is not small.

But he still didn't move, and he didn't slowly return to the chair until the car drove away.

Wan Hansong didn't care about his current embarrassment, wiped his face and ran to Song Haicha.

The door was pushed open, the inside was stuffy as expected, Wan Hansong could smell the smoke.

"How about it?"

"Wealthy and powerful." The light was very dim, and Wan Hansong vaguely saw Song Haicha's face in the smog, "He even wants our land."

Song Haicha paused, extinguished the cigarette, and waved to Wan Hansong.

Wan Hansong walked over, and Song Haicha brushed away a few locks of hair that were close to his forehead: "How old is he, why do you still drench yourself?"

"Unexpectedly," Wan Hansong turned his face away, "Isn't the timber industry in a downturn this year? Why does this boss still have so much money?"

"He has been in business for more than 20 years, and the capital can still be used."

"But they are really rampant. They know that we are the best business here, and they still come to ask for land." Wan Hansong analyzed, "But even if we don't give it, it won't affect them, but..."

However, lumber factories pollute the environment. Where the environment is not good, what good things can grow?There is also Songhai Tea Garden, which is now in full swing. If such a factory is established, can it continue to develop like this?

"The choice is not up to us." Song Haicha said slowly, as if making a final judgment.

Wan Hansong remained silent, the choice is not theirs, but the residents here.

Song Haicha has done many things for the people here. He contributed money to help build schools and roads. Some families could not afford tuition fees, so he also helped. He led Sanming Town to the fate of always facing the loess and back to the sky.

However, they can resist the temptation of large demolition funds, remember Song Haicha?

Both of them knew that there was little hope.

Wan Hansong couldn't see Song Haicha's expression clearly, but Song Haicha was still walking along his back: "It's okay, these are small things, small things..."

Song Haicha's voice started to sound wrong, and there were some signs of choking.

Wan Hansong hugged him: "No matter what happens, I will always be by your side."

He thought for a while: "I'm the one who contributed funds, you won't lose mine, will you?"

Song Haicha hugged him tightly: "Never."

Many people received news of the negotiation, and finally decided to go to the village head's house to discuss it three days later.

There was a girl in the village chief's house who chattered endlessly. Her bright red nails tapped so loudly on the table with a few sheets of paper that the echo could even be heard in the empty house.

"Our good luck is finally coming! With this money, we can go to the city to buy a house, and we don't have to stay in the country anymore!"

"Let me calculate how much we can pay this time..."

"To shut up!"

A sharp shout interrupted the girl's words, and the room fell into great silence for a while, but after a while, the shrill voice started to work again.

"Dad! Why are you still angry at me? This is a good thing. You have worked hard for most of your life, and you should enjoy some blessings."

The village chief's face was covered with traces of hard work, but the eyes under the two eyebrows were full of strength, with an expression that could not be disobeyed.

"Then tell me, what kind of blessings can you enjoy when you go to the city?"

Speaking of this, the girl became excited again, and raised her sallow fingers and started counting: "There are many benefits, it is convenient to go out and wait for the bus, you and mom can also go to the square dance, it's okay to play two rounds of mahjong..."

"Just eating, not cooking, just having fun, what's the point of living like this."

The village head has a tough bone in his bones, and after a long time of idleness, he feels itchy all over his body like being crawled by ants.

In his opinion, the kind of life his daughter said is not suitable for him. What he prefers is to work from sunrise to sunset, sprinkle his sweat on one piece of land after another, and then experience the harvest by himself The satisfaction of being rewarded.

"It's a pity, Song Hai Tea Industry is going to be in trouble. If this timber factory is built, they will have to find a new place?"

"You still have the nerve to make sarcastic remarks here!" The village head became angry, "Did you forget that the money for your college is paid by others?"

The girl had no choice but to keep her mouth shut. She struggled and got into a good university, but the tuition fees that were normal for others were all the money earned by her family in a year.

The village head asked Song Haicha to borrow money, and Song Haicha gave the tuition fee without saying a word, and said that he didn't have to pay it back, which is what he should do.

She had longed for the life she wanted for so long that she almost forgot who could let her see this kind of life.

If it wasn't for Song Haicha, their family was either too poor to get rid of it, or she was married now and would stay in this place all her life, chatting with the gossip woman she despised.

Three days passed quickly, and representatives of each family showed up at the mayor's house on time.

Because of the busy farming season, everyone only has time at night, so the time for discussion is set at night.

It happened to be fifteen, and the moon hung quietly in the dark blue night sky. Soft light shone through the window into Song Haicha's office. He didn't turn on the light, and just smoked one cigarette after another under the light.

He didn't want Wan Hansong to see him like this, and he didn't want Wan Hansong to smoke second-hand smoke.

How long had he been addicted to smoking?

Song Haicha recalled a long time ago, when the Songhai tea industry was in its infancy, there were no advanced professional machines, and most of the time tea was fried manually, and he would follow along when he was busy.

It was really a period of youth. I only slept for four hours a day. When I was most sleepy, I could take a nap standing up. Drinking tea and coffee didn’t help.

Over time, it can no longer be thrown away.

Now that the Songhai tea industry has developed to such an extent, it has to be said that the self who worked hard at that time and ran around day and night played a big role.

At that time, he was very envious of the machines of Junfeng Tea Industry, which could save him a lot of effort.After so many years, he has the machines, and even the Junfeng Tea Industry is his.

He also has Songhai tea garden, which is something that other tea owners do not have.

Even if they wanted to, they couldn't fix it without funding.

When the last cigarette was exhausted, he got up and left the office.

Back in the room, Wan Hansong had already fallen asleep. He was sleeping on the sofa under the air-conditioning blanket and waiting for him. There was a boring evening program on the TV. A group of people were laughing and joking for some reason, like clowns.

Song Haicha hugged Wan Hansong, but woke him up.

He muttered, "It smells so bad...it smells bad...go to take a shower..."

While talking, he pushed Song Haicha with his paw.

Song Haicha kissed him on the forehead and put him on the bed to take a bath.

The village head's house not far from Songhai Tea Industry was also brightly lit at this time, and everyone was silent, their hearts were driving them to sign their names, but their conscience was restraining them.

Can't sign, can't sign, have you forgotten how much people have helped you?

Early the next morning, before Wan Hansong went to the office, he was stopped by the excited village chief.

"Xiao Wan..." the village head said out of breath, "Only a few people signed, but it doesn't matter, it won't be done with just these few people."

These words gave the sleepy Wan Hansong a shot in the arm.

Before he could hold the village chief to ask him for clarification, the village chief had already gone to find Song Haicha.

Later, Wan Hansong realized why so many people did not sign.

He had always felt that Song Haicha was too kind, and his management was not good, and he just laughed at those who slandered him behind his back.

But it is precisely because of this kindness and kindness that Songhai Tea Industry was spared the disaster of being robbed of its territory by others.

This is commendable.

Wan Hansong has been wandering all day. In the afternoon, he even put aside his work to help Lao Wei collect flowers—he has too many things to do, and Lao Wei has already taken care of flower collection by himself.

He saw a familiar figure, it was the fortune teller old man!

Wan Hansong remembered that on the second day after he came back, the old man gave him fortune-telling for free, and he asked about his marriage, but the old man gave him a sentence and it came naturally.

But if you think about it carefully, isn't it just the gong that comes naturally?He helped Song Haicha to develop the Songhai tea industry, and the two of them became successful.

Wan Hansong warmly greeted him, and took the old fortune-teller's plastic bag of flowers: "Master, you really have a lot of flowers today!"

It's been a long time since I heard this name, the old man trembled, he has been out of this business for more than a year, and his things have been almost abandoned by his wife.

He could only laugh, and somehow accepted Wan Hansong's kindness.

In fact, what Wan Hansong didn't know was that when the old man told him to tell his fortune, there was some mystery behind it.

It is a routine to say that he has a special mark on his body; to say that he has a fortune recently is because he happened to meet Song Hai Tea Industry in the past few days to spend tea money; to say that his roof is not flat is because he went to the market in the morning At that time, I saw Wan Hansong's house collapsed.

As for the gong to come naturally... Which young man didn't use his mind to chase after someone!Of course it's a matter of course!

Wan Hansong put on the skin of materialism and always believed in this kind of metaphysics in his heart. In his opinion, it was destined for him to meet Song Haicha.

Song Haicha saw Wan Hansong go to talk to Lao Li again in the office, smiled and shook his head.

Forget it, let him go.

The author has something to say:

Puff puff!It's finally over. Although it's a bit unfinished, I'm also very satisfied. This is the first novel in my life. I never thought that one day I could finish a novel. Excited.jpg.In short, thank you for your company, and those friends who left messages, I really appreciate you!You guys really motivate me a lot.

But unfortunately, I will not use this account again in the future, the reason is more personal, in short, everyone will see you in the future~