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"Smash it, eat meat!"

"Come on, eat this and this, Mom made it for you!"

"Smash it!"

Xu Fei sat at the dinner table, a little overwhelmed by his mother's enthusiasm. The father was okay, but he poured himself wine from time to time.

Cup after cup, cup after cup, I almost drank my stomach.

No way, who kept him from going home for more than a year?

"Have you completed the formalities?"

"It's done. The leave that I gave specifically this time can stay a few days longer."

"Try to put gold on your face and give you the leave specifically. Are you the leader?" Xu Xiaowen smiled.

"I made a great contribution, and I was responsible for the Spring Festival Gala in Beijing and Taiwan. The big leaders above praised me, but unfortunately Ancheng couldn't see it, otherwise, can I transfer my account so happily?"

In front of his parents, he often said that he would never talk to others about children, and he was also relaxed.

"Oh, my eighth generation of poor farmers in the old Xu family, did not expect to have a Beijing hukou. You will be a Beijing citizen in the future, and it has nothing to do with us."

"What nonsense? He just went to heaven, not our son ... stop drinking!"

Zhang Guiqin grabbed the wine bottle in Xu Xiaowen's hand and said, "We saw a small building a few days ago and said we would sell it. Just when you come back, you can fix this matter if you can."

"Where?"

"There is Tateyama."

"Oh, go there that afternoon ... Dad, drink less, squint for a while, and there is a business."

"Uh huh."

Xu Xiaowen, who secretly wanted to pour wine, retreated his hands secretly, and was proud and lost, and still unable to do anything.

Many parents have this feeling. When the child grows up and has a successful career, he gradually grows old, and the family status will be reversed unconsciously, often listening to the child.

He now feels that he can't keep up, and he doesn't dare to think about his account in Beijing!

After eating, in the afternoon, a family of three drove straight to Tateyama.

Lishan is in the north of Ancheng, Qianshan in the east, and Angang in the west. This will be quite a place. However, the location of the small building is quite good. There are two floors next to the residential area. What unit was used in the past?

Inside, the wooden window frames fell halfway, the wall peeled off, and there was an old breath.

"The lot is okay, how much is it?"

"twelve thousand."

"All down ten thousand two?"

"Ok."

Not expensive.

Xu Fei turned around again, always feeling unreliable, "When was this building built?"

"It's been thirty years."

"Thirty years? Unlike ... In this way, let's find someone to do an engineering inspection, that is, to measure the building body to see how long it will last, no need to overhaul, no problem."

He told him again, "Sneak to find someone!"

…………

The next day.

Xu Fei was riding a bicycle, and the basket was full of gifts. When he came to the Chen family courtyard, he started to shout, "Mom!"

Nonsence!

"Is Aunt home?"

"Yo, Xiaofei, when did you come back?"

Mother Chen came out of the house wearing an apron, as if doing something. The wrinkles on her face are obvious, and her age is similar to Zhang Guiqin, but she is very old.

"I arrived yesterday, come and see you ... my uncle is also here, did not go to the group?"

"It's almost yellow shop, what are you doing?"

Father Chen had a long beard, quite like the old Mr. Fan, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

His temper has always been rushing, and Xu Fei is also accustomed to carrying things into the house, wine, candy, and a dozen pounds.

"The Peking Opera Troupe is now in a recession, and it is now struggling to cut back on funding and not arrange new plays."

Mother Chen explained two sentences and sighed: "It's still good for your qu art troupe. You perform outside all day long, all of them are horns ... Hey, how come you are here?"

"I come back and transfer my account."

"Falled in Beijing?"

"Ok."

"Ouch, you say this, it's too good!"

Mother Chen became more and more complicated. In the past, the two groups were similar in all aspects. Later, the qu art troupe suddenly rose, and the gap gradually widened. Nowadays, other kids are also furious, and they are all mixed up with people in Beijing. Of course, their own girls are not bad ... Eh?

She suddenly moved her heart, and both of them were rough, knowing that the children played well, but did not think about men and women.

"Xiaofei! Xiaofei!"

At this moment, Xu Xiaowen suddenly hurriedly rushed into the door, "Follow me, mother **** a bunch of kings!"

"What's this?" Mother Chen was startled.

"It's okay, you sit ... Come with me!"

Xu Fei was pulled out by his dad, and Feiqi came to the small building. The guys from several architectural design institutes had just finished testing.

"What's going on?" He went up to communicate.

"This building doesn't work. The building is very old and seriously damaged. What are you going to do with it?"

"Open a shop."

"That's a lot of effort. You can't move it much during the renovation. If you move it a little, this wall may collapse. Unless you remove this building and build another one yourself."

Ho!

Xu Xiaowen listened more vigorously, and he endured pulling the lead aside, "Thank you, hard work!"

He stuffed an envelope, and the man snuck it up and called the students to work.

The remaining two men stood stupidly and watched the broken building for a long time.

"Okay, find out in advance, not a loss." Xu Fei comforted his father.

"I know, so angry!"

"Hey, don't ever go to the Yamen. The people don't admit it, maybe they will rake it."

"I know I know……"

Xu Xiaowen shook his head vigorously, seemingly not understanding, sighing: "You said that the previous people are very good, how, just ... Alas, these two years are no worse than before, they are all broken."

The two left the small building, braved the cold wind in February, and then transferred to the wonton shop.

"call!"

The heat slammed in the face, the noise was boiling, but it relieved the depression just now.

There are still many people today, except that the empty seats are full, and they are watching "Jigong" purchased and broadcast by local TV stations. A snotty little fart child also sang along: "Worn shoes, broken hat, broken body ..."

It ’s a pity that there are few channels now. CCTV has one or two sets, then it ’s the local station, and then it ’s gone.

The two of them entered the kitchen, and said to Zhang Guiqin, the mother was terrified with cold sweat.

"Thank you for coming back, otherwise we would be stupid, and we bought it, oops, it's too hacky!"

She eased her breath, "Then what to do, it's easy to find a place."

"Don't open it at all. This wonton restaurant is very good. It's not easy to get a big restaurant. I have inquired. Quan Te Niang eats nothing." Xu Xiaowen was impatient.

Xu Fei also thought about it and said, "Mom, why don't you go with me to Beijing."

"Ah? Go to Beijing to sell ravioli?" Zhang Guiqin froze.

"What other ravioli are you selling? I'm thinking about it. Let's do some profitable business."

Teacher Xu looked quite serious.

In 1984, he made more than 10,000 yuan selling Olympic cultural shirts. At the end of the year, he fry the gentleman with his father and earned more than 100,000 yuan. Together with his previous family, he had a total of 200,000 assets.

In the past three years, apart from buying 10,000 in the courtyard house and collecting thousands of antiques, the rest will be nothing.

According to the current tricks, there will be no problem by the year 2000, but you ca n’t sit in this way.

In the past two years, he was very honest and did not speculate, because there is a chance, or perhaps a chance, but it is not in his memory.

You can't rely on a little money for wages. You have to find a long-term and relatively rich source of income.

If the company couldn't open, he always wanted to get a shop in Beijing, but he couldn't help his identity as an individual business.

Actually, it ’s good to go to the capital, where is the center of the future, and the environment in the Northeast, um ...

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