Flying the boss is not easy

In the evening, Wan Hansong thought about finding something for himself to do, this position was too idle, buying vegetables and helping to collect flowers, basically there was nothing else to do.He thought that if he didn't have such a little potential value, how much would Song Hai Tea Club pay for a person who only did such a little thing.

The next day, he rode that old bicycle out again, and before leaving, he asked Lao Wei which pig farms were nearby.

The jasmine-scented breeze blew on Wan Hansong's face, making him so comfortable that he couldn't help squinting his eyes, but when he crossed the bridge, he almost fell into the river when he dragged his halter.

After riding for a long time, Wan Hansong found that the fragrance of jasmine had become monotonous.Gone is the intoxicating toasty aroma, leaving only a fresh and dewy taste.

When it was almost time for lunch, Wan Hansong came back by bicycle and brought back a contract.

He ran to Song Haicha's office and came out again not long after. No matter how much he pressed, the corners of his mouth couldn't be flattened, and two dimples were deeply embedded on his cheeks.

Wan Hansong was still full of joy during the meal, and Lao Wei held a big bowl and asked him what was wrong, and he said that he had made a little contribution to the factory.

It turned out that he went to the pig farm in the morning and asked if they could supply meat to them. After comparing the price-to-performance ratio of various companies, he finally negotiated the price with one company. He would check the quality of the meat every day when it was delivered. Just signed it.

When he was shopping for vegetables yesterday, he found that there was not much meat in every stall on the street, and Lao Wei went to several stalls to finish his purchase.After this matter is implemented, it will be much more convenient to buy vegetables, and it will save a small amount of money for the factory, Wan Hansong is happy to think about it.

After dinner, Wan Hansong planned to go back to the dormitory to turn on the air conditioner and contact the plasterer by the way.

While washing the dishes, Song Haicha walked up to him: "Come out at two o'clock in the afternoon, and I'll take you to the spot."

Wan Hansong readily agreed: Spend more time with the boss again!

He went back to the dormitory and called the plasterer, who took the team to work in another town.Wan Hansong was not in a hurry to think about it, the old house had to be repaired if it wanted to be repaired, anyway, there was food and shelter now, so don't panic.

Considering that he would go to the spot with the boss in the afternoon, Wan Hansong felt that as a little Ling who bowed to the boss's body, he should tidy himself up.

He took a shower, changed his clothes, put on a mask and went out.

In the car, Wan Hansong secretly glanced at Song Haicha from time to time, today he was still wearing a white T-shirt and black pants, with his strong hands resting on the steering wheel, his veins and veins were clear.

Wan Hansong told himself in his heart that he must hold back and never panic!

The car gradually drove into the mountain, and there were more and more trees around. Song Haicha told Wan Hansong about all kinds of tea mountains while driving.

The one on the left is called Xiaofen Mountain, and the one on the right is called Dafen Mountain. When you come to a fork in the road, the road up the mountain on the left is Wanjiagou, and the flat road on the right is called Baijiagou.If you drive here, you can't drive in, so you can only rely on walking.

After getting out of the car, they walked about a mile into the mountains and saw that the road was being repaired. The foreman stopped and said, "Boss Song, this road is about to be opened up. Will the road to Wanjiagou be repaired soon?"

"Yeah," Song Haicha nodded, "This time, we will repair half and half. Don't be like last time. There are also many people who want to enter the mountain in summer."

The foreman quickly agreed, and Song Haicha waited and watched for a while, then led Wan Hansong into the side path.

This kind of temporary trail is very difficult to walk, there are stones everywhere, Wan Hansong walks one foot deep and one foot shallow, but Song Haicha walks very leisurely, it seems that he is used to it.

Wan Hansong did not follow Song Haicha until the road was over.

Song Haicha glanced at him: "The physical strength is too weak, exercise more."

Yesterday Wan Hansong wore a filter to look at the boss, and he was pleasing to the eye everywhere he looked. He felt that he was approachable and young and promising. Only today did he find out that Song Haicha had no laugh lines, which had nothing to do with being approachable.

After thinking about it, Song Haicha was in a daze, and Song Haicha called him several times before calling him back: "The road here used to be very bad, even bicycles couldn't get in, and the tea leaves had to be carried out by people," he sighed. , "It will be fine once the road is repaired, and they can spend less effort in the future."

Wan Hansong asked: "Did the villagers raise funds to build it?"

Song Haicha bent down and picked up a big stone, and threw it to the edge of the road: "How rich do you think they are? They provide food and drink for the whole family, even if they usually go to work, they still get paid, and the old man in the family is a little sick, so they can't save in a year." How many."

Wan Hansong let out an "oh", thinking that he might as well eat minced meat.

Afterwards they kept walking towards the mountains, Wan Hansong asked who planted these trees, Song Haicha replied that some people planted trees to take up space in the past because they couldn't finish their work.

After finally walking to the end, Song Haicha took him up the mountain again. Wan Hansong hadn't exercised so intensely for a long time, and his chest heaved violently.

Walking to the top of the mountain, the scorching sun is in the sky, the scorched land emits heat, and there are dead branches and weeds everywhere. You only need a match to ignite them all.

Looking down from the highest point, the tea leaves are planted in a trapezoidal shape, which is very aesthetically pleasing. The only drawback is that the tea leaves seem to have not been trimmed, and each row looks a little different in height.

Song Haicha seemed to know what Wan Hansong was thinking: "Now that the tea leaves haven't been repaired, everyone will beat them to the same height after the beginning of spring."

Wan Hansong answered: "The obsessive-compulsive disorder must be very comfortable to watch."

After that, Song Haicha took him to the jasmine field for a while, and finally, they came to a service area.

Wan Hansong looked at the sign: Sanming Service Area.

……

"You built this?" Wan Hansong asked cautiously, this must not be what he thought.

"Yes." Song Haicha couldn't understand why Wan Hansong asked such a question.

A few years ago, when the bidding was held, there happened to be someone in the town who was in charge of this project. They wanted to give the qualifications to their own people. Song Haicha's contribution to the town is obvious to all. In the future, he will benefit from his family's prosperity. Anyway, the competition All strengths are about the same.

Wan Hansong coughed a few times, wondering how many people were laughing behind his back at Song Haicha, a elm-headed man who can't do business, and finally he said a few words politely: "Boss, I didn't say that, this service area , you can make money with whatever you do!"

Song Haicha raised his eyebrows: "What I want to do is something related to tea, but you tell me, how did you get something related to tea in this service area?"

Wan Hansong was taken aback: A service area that has something to do with tea?It's not easy!He can make a bunch of them at will!

Song Haicha pushed Wan Hansong back into the car: "I don't have as much imagination as you young people, and I can't play many tricks. You go back and think about it, and tell me what you think in a week."

You young you young you young...

Wan Hansong felt that Song Hai Tea Industry was not much older than himself, so he asked, "Boss, are you Geng this year?"

Song Haicha thought he didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"Gui Geng? How old are you!"

Song Haicha was speechless, and he couldn't understand any written language for a person who hadn't read much.

"28, is this related to work?"

"No, just ask."

Wan Hansong was delighted: he was only three years older than himself, what kind of elder was he, he didn't like someone who was too much older than himself.

Going back at night, Wan Hansong decided to start with the service area first, after all, this is the easiest place to make money.Speaking of which, even though he was careful before going out, the boss didn't seem to give him any more eyes...

After breakfast the next day, Wan Hansong picked up a backpack and stepped into his little broken car with dignity. He lifted the pedals with the back of his feet and turned around habitually. Then he heard "click" With a bang, the chain broke...

Old Wei ran over, picked up the chain and took a look: "Hey, how long has your chain been oiled, it's rusted like this, you don't have any trouble riding it?"

Of course it's hard work!He thought it was because the car had survived so long.

Wan Hansong got off the car: "Old Wei, is there any means of transportation here? I'm going out for a while."

"There is an electric tricycle. Are you going out now? Are you going to go shopping for the market today?"

... Wan Hansong was glad that Lao Wei had reminded him that he was so busy expanding his business that he even forgot his job.

Old Wei asked enthusiastically: "Can you ride a big tricycle? Come on, come on, I'll teach you how to ride a few laps first."

Following Lao Wei's instructions, Wan Hansong walked around the usual flower drying place twice, firmly convinced that he was not a street killer, and then went out.

When they arrived at the vegetable stand, Wan Hansong asked, "How much is a catty of winter melon?"

The grocery shopping aunt looked at Wan Hansong and thought she was quite honest, so she gave him a little less in the quotation: "Sijiao, the most conscientious price in the vegetable market! Come and see what you want, and I'll pretend for you!"

Wan Hansong remembered that he bought triangles for a catty yesterday. He didn’t know how to bargain like Old Wei. Seeing that the aunt’s plastic bags were torn open, he stammered and said, “Don’t you think...it’s a bit expensive. ?"

The aunt who was shopping for vegetables stopped her hand when she was about to cut the winter melon, and an aunt who was playing with her mobile phone next to her looked up at him.

What is it called?In the vegetable market, you can sneer or swear, but the only thing you can't do is ask people to question your conscience!

Wan Hansong strikes while the iron is hot: "Triangle, I buy a lot, can you give me another chopped green onion?"

The vegetable seller said yes, and then began to pack chopped green onions for him: Doing business with young people is too risky, and I almost got a heart attack.

Relying on this method, Wan Hansong finally finished shopping for vegetables.Since then, there has been a legend in the vegetable market. There is a young man who can buy the best vegetables at the lowest price at every stall in the vegetable market with a fatal magic trick.

After returning, Wan Hansong unloaded the dishes, changed to the small electric tricycle, and walked towards the service area.

Not long after he left, a mother-in-law stopped him: "How much is it to Nanzhen?"

Wan Hansong thought that he was going to take a car, so he replied: "My car is not for carrying passengers, so please wait a little longer!"

He went to the street and bought a counter. When he got there, he put up a parasol and quietly observed everyone who came to the service area to rest.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, Wan Hansong put away his umbrella and left, and groaned his stomach several times: Stop barking, I'll feed you right away.

After leaving the service area, he walked around a few times near the toll booth, where there were basically residences and not a single restaurant.

After inquiring about the situation, Wan Hansong returned to the factory.

Chen Ling and Li Yun were washing the dishes, and they saw Wan Hansong come in hurriedly: "Xiao Li, Xiao Chen, do you have anything to eat? Quickly give me hot water, ouch, I'm starving to death!"

Li Yun's hands were full of foam. She rinsed them with clean water and wiped them dry on her apron: "Pour out all the leftover vegetables. It's hot and you can't leave anything. I'll serve you a bowl of noodles."

Wan Hansong waved Li Yun to go quickly, sat on the stool and pulled his collar to fan the wind.

Soothing the stomach that had been protesting for a long time, Wan Hansong returned to the dormitory, ready to get up after sleeping to help Lao Wei collect flowers.

This time I slept until five o'clock, the sun showed signs of weakening, but the temperature was still high, the flower seller had already arrived, and Lao Wei was in a hurry all by himself.

"Xiao Wan, why are you here at this time, hurry up and weigh him!"

"Here we come! Sister, you have a good harvest today. One weighs too much."

The middle-aged woman called sister said: "Where is it too much! A few days ago, it was more than a dozen catties. I don't know what is going on in the field these days!"

At the door, an old man glanced back and walked out of the door quickly.

It's so dangerous, I almost ran into this kid again!

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