Flying the boss is not easy

Now Wan Hansong's workload has increased a lot, and he has to go to the Chashan Scenic Area every now and then to check on the progress. Of course, the horse is still the small red tricycle used in the factory every day.

In addition, I often go out with Song Haicha to run business and deal with customers. The original work of buying vegetables and helping Lao Wei collect flowers and tea has not been cancelled.

Even if it was cancelled, Wan Hansong would be embarrassed. Everyone in the factory is busy, so it is right to take care of each other from time to time.

But the job that caused Wan Hansong the most headache was to help Song Yang, a little bastard, with his homework.

This kid has a clever mind and can turn around, but he has a playful heart and can't calm down. He belongs to the type of "study for an hour and hold a pen for 5 minutes".

He usually lives in the school and only returns to the factory on weekends.

Under the power of his grandfather Song Haicha, for two days a week, he had to pretend to be a hard-working and enterprising student, and sat with Wan Hansong with humiliation, biting his pen and homework and staring at him.

At the beginning, Wan Hansong took care of his qualifications and felt very happy, so he said casually: "Song Yang, remember to ask me if you have any questions that you don't understand. Although I have graduated from high school for so many years, I can still help you with some questions. Answer it."

Song Yangzheng felt that there was nothing to love in his life. Hearing Wan Hansong's words, he frowned, thought about it, and asked him a question respectfully.

Wan Hansong took it over and looked at the physics problem with at least one hundred words, dumbfounded.

Calm down, calm down... He said to himself, the physics teacher said before that the longer the questions, the more questions they give, and the simpler they are.

After about 10 minutes, Wan Hansong finally solved the problem, but he found that he still couldn't do it!

Song Yang asked innocently at the side: "Grandpa Wan, can't you do it?"

"Hehehehehe..." Wan Hansong smiled wryly, "I haven't done the problem for a long time, my brain is rusty, just let me turn around, and the rust will disappear."

He took out his phone and searched for the question.

Song Yang was still next to Wan Hansong: "You also use your mobile phone to search for questions. Our teachers don't allow us to use mobile phones. They say that people who use mobile phones to search for questions have no backbone, and they will be shot when they encounter a little difficulty." fall down."

"Hehehehehe..." Wan Hansong looked at the phone, still smiling wryly, "Really..."

After he finished the analysis of this question, he found a line of small words: This question is the final question of a certain exam.

Wan Hansong: ...

After teasing Wan Hansong, Song Yang listened to him finish his lectures, and then fought wits and courage with his homework, holding back his laughter.

Wan Hansong couldn't help worrying about his future. This kind of thing happens once, and then it happens a second time and a third time. Song Yang might not know how to tease him in the future.

Sure enough, after discovering such a joy, Song Yang went back every week to find a few finale questions to make things difficult for Wan Hansong.

Wan Hansong also found a way to fight back. He made a rule that every weekend he would ask Song Yang to complete two papers, one for theory and one for mathematics.

With Song Haicha's coercion, Song Yang had no choice but to obey.

From then on, the two fought each other. You find me a few final questions that are rare in the history of education, and I deliberately find places to deduct points on your paper.

After going back and forth, Song Yang's grades actually increased a lot.

Song Haicha looked at the results posted in the WeChat group on his mobile phone and felt very comforted.From his generation, there were not many students in his family who could study, and now they finally saw some hope in Song Yang.

The rudiment of the tea mountain is already in place, and the only thing left is to transplant the tea leaves.The tea exhibition hall was almost repaired, and Wan Hansong felt that something was missing.

In the evening, Wan Hansong asked on the Internet what things should be repaired in the scenic area, and the answers were varied.

Some people say that to build a large fountain, Wan Hansong passed it at a glance. There is not enough funds now, and what kind of fountain to build on the tea mountain can be considered if it is expanded in the future.

Some people say statues, and this suggestion is okay, but the question is what kind of statues to make, and who is the prototype for?Is it possible to use Song Haicha as the prototype?Forget it.

Suddenly, Wan Hansong had a flash of inspiration, both of them can be used!

There is nothing in front of the tea exhibition hall. You can make a few teapots at the gate, and the clear water flowing out of the spout can barely be regarded as a small fountain.

Wan Hansong immediately searched for the types of teapots, and finally settled on six styles: Shipiao pot, Rongtian pot, Pao Zun pot, Zhongding pot, Siting pot, and Longdan pot.

After the design is finished, he plans to contact the manufacturer to do it tomorrow.

After doing all this, Wan Hansong realized that his knowledge of tea was obviously insufficient. Chinese tea culture has a long history and has its own way in every aspect. Even teapots have countless materials and styles.

Thinking of this, Wan Hansong felt that he could study it further and see if he could get any more inspiration.

Before going to bed at night, Wan Hansong reflected for a while, not only on his work, but also on his feelings.

To be reasonable, he didn't have any special meaning for the boss, at best, he coveted the boss's body.After getting along for this period of time, Wan Hansong felt that the chance of Song Haicha being a crook was basically zero.

Moreover, superiors and subordinates are superiors and subordinates, and office romances do not exist.

My task is to take the boss away before he resigns.

After comforting his miserable heart, Wan Hansong regrouped, who cares!When I leave here in the future, the selection width is wide, so it’s up to me to choose?

Accidentally, it's Friday again, which means that little bastard Song Yang is coming back again.

As soon as he arrived at the office, Wan Hansong met Song Haicha, who smiled awkwardly: "Boss, what's the matter today?"

"Yes," Song Haicha said with a serious expression, "I'm going to hold a parent-teacher meeting for Song Yang today."

... He thought it was such an important matter.

Wan Hansong couldn't help but feel worried about Song Haicha's future children. Raising a grandnephew is already so strict. Wouldn't he have higher expectations for his own children in the future?

By the way, Wan Hansong took care of his seniority, Song Haicha's child... Song Yang wants to call him uncle and aunt!

"The seniority of their family is too complicated." Wan Hansong thought.

In school, Song Yang was wearing a school uniform, leaning on the balcony outside the classroom to listen to the chatter of the head teacher.

Song Haicha seemed very caring, as if he would not let go of even a word.

Occasionally someone came to him and asked him: "Song Yang, your brother is here to hold a parent-teacher meeting for you."

Song Yang let out a breath slowly: "No, he is my grandfather."

classmate:……

In the evening, they got together for dinner, Song Haicha said to Song Yang: "Your grades have improved recently, thanks to Xiaowan, do you want to ask people more?"

Song Yang said yes with a smile, and then fixed his eyes on Wan Hansong, Wan Hansong immediately felt goosebumps all the way to his tailbone.

He said in his heart to tell this kid to be quiet!Don't find any questions to embarrass him. He just found out that he has gray hair a few days ago. If he continues to toss like this all the way, it is estimated that he will close his eyes and stretch his legs to report in the underworld in a few years.

Lao Wei interjected from the side: "Song Yang knew that he was a smart kid at first glance. With a little effort, he will make such great progress. If you work harder, you will get into a good university in the future!"

Now, Song Yang couldn't smile so easily, and Wan Hansong knew very well that this "work a little harder" was the result of how many brain cells Song Yang had died.

The next day, when collecting tea leaves in the afternoon, Wan Hansong saw a few workers gathered around and muttering about something.

Wan Hansong walked up: "It's working time now, you guys have to talk about it during your lunch break."

One of them said, "Don't worry Xiaowan, the machine is working and there will be no mistakes."

Wan Hansong wanted to say a few more words, but another person said: "The boss of Junfeng Tea Industry just loves his son too much. If I had this son, I would have kicked him out of the house a long time ago."

"That's right, there are still more than 1000 million gambling debts. I don't know if they can still pay off their factory after selling it—" the others continued, and even elongated the end of their voice.

Wan Hansong was very annoyed by these irresponsible people, besides, he also looked down on them for gloating.

"Okay, okay, go to work quickly, or I will remember that you are doing irrelevant things during working hours."

Several people stubbed out their cigarettes and walked into the factory building.

Wan Hansong looked at their backs, even if he couldn't hear him, he knew they were scolding him, such as "Twenty-somethings teach people how to behave", "Don't you want to work for their boss after graduating from college"...

Wan Hansong hadn't listened to these words since he came back. To be honest, he was a little unhappy, but after thinking about it, they could only say these words to vent their anger, and they didn't care about anything else.

During lunch, Lao Wei came to tell him these things.

"That Junfeng Tea Industry is one of the earliest tea factories, and it is also very prestigious here."

Wan Hansong was very curious: "Has he never cared about his son?"

"Don't worry, I don't care!" Old Wei was a little excited, "But this gambling addiction is hard to quit. Besides, he has never made money and has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child. How does he know that making money is not easy?"

"If you ask me, the boss of Junfeng Tea Industry should arrange for his son to follow his old path and let him know that money is not so easy to earn! From morning to night, carrying dozens of catties of tea, moved to the factory, and stayed up late at night to fry them out. After sweating, you will know how difficult it is for his father to work hard!"

Wan Hansong poked the rice with his chopsticks: "Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now."

"That's right!" Lao Wei waved his hand, "Speaking of which, the people there are also. When their family is in trouble, everyone points to the spine and scolds him. They don't know? If the boss didn't open such a tea factory, I don’t know where those people are working!”

At this time, Song Haicha came over with a bowl: "Are you talking about Junfeng Tea Industry? Don't talk about it, don't let people think that we are secretly happy, this is not a glorious thing. Maybe the next one will be said like this it is me."

Wan Hansong said: "How is it possible, let alone a son who owes gambling debts, you don't even have a son now!"

Lao Wei was amused by him, Song Haicha gave him a reproachful look, put down the bowl and left.

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