20 years of restarting life

Chapter 800 A world full of desolation and silence

On the 21st, Zhao Changan drove around Xu San's mountain city, Beihu battlefield, Pengzhou Dalongshan quarry, Jiulihe quarry, Shimenxi battlefield, four places.

Sure enough, as he guessed, all the movable vehicles and construction machinery in the four factory areas were arranged by Zhong Jianguo and concentrated in the Beihu sand factory, leaving some inconvenient construction machinery in the other three factory areas.

Moreover, all the materials and small machinery are locked into the factory building, only those heavy and large machinery are exposed in place.

Except for the seal on the office, the other factory buildings and warehouses in the factory area are only closed and locked, and the old men who took care of the factory before are also at their posts.

At this time, because Xu San's residual prestige is still there, those people with crooked minds haven't dared to act yet.

However, including the old man Xu who watched the Beihu battlefield, he has said that the "old way", "mule" and "big head" who have a close relationship with Xu San have visited several factories, especially when looking at the forest-like vehicles, their eyes are straight. pissed off.

Obviously, they are all trying to occupy the magpie's nest.

Because Xu Wanrong was with him, Zhao Changan's arrangements for several factories were very smooth. First, they settled their last month's wages, raised a dog and gave them reasonable food expenses, and then went to electricity, taxation, water resources, and mining. The department, the local township, paid up the money.

At the same time, the fringe workers who were not involved in assisting the investigation were called out to a few unassuming and unassuming ones to cooperate with the daily maintenance of the factory area for the next period of time.

Because these factories suddenly stopped production, there will definitely be some contract disputes, as well as the arrears receivable and the advance payment made by Party B in advance.

These Zhao Changan posted notices in conspicuous places in several factory areas, and everything was frozen until the accounts that were seized and taken away were returned to the factory area for calculation.

Zhao Changan's move was tantamount to announcing the alliance between him and Xu San.

But after he slept with Xu Wanrong, some things had to be done naturally.

He still doesn't know whether Xu San recognizes his fraternal son-in-law, but now that it's done, doing so will maximize the interests of Xu Wanrong and himself.

As for Xu Wanrong's predecessor, Zhong Zhenjin, Zhao Chang'an didn't need to fight a dead man to get over the hurdle in his heart.

Xu Wanrong is a very tasteful woman. She is 1.6 meters and [-] meters tall and weighs less than [-] catties, but there is also meat where the body should grow. The bones are well-proportioned, the body is light, and the skin is delicate. It is pitiful like a rabbit.For such a woman, Zhao Changan is not as great as Su Zizhan in Feng Menglong's "Baojian", who traded concubines for horses (the truth cannot be verified) and gave them up to others.

After briefly dealing with the affairs of the four factories, Zhao Changan, under Xu Wanrong's guidance, went to her family's villa in Pengzhou.

Sure enough, there was also a seal on the door.

Her family still has two community houses in Pengzhou, so there is obviously no need to look at them.

When the car returned to the mountain city, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon, but the sun was still hanging in the sky. Because of Xu Wanrong, the atmosphere inside the car was a bit heavy, and soothing music was playing.

At this time, Zhao Changan received a call from Duan Fengqing.

He turned off the music and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"Aunt."

"I mentioned it to Pei Pingjiang, but I didn't do it for you. I just said that you have some opinions on Wenyang Group's private fund-raising. Pei Pingjiang praised you for your hometown. He has time tomorrow night. You can contact his secretary. The number is me. I'll send it to you tonight."

"Auntie, I see."

Duan Fengqing hesitated for a while, and then said: "Pei Pingjiang is a very pragmatic and hard-working man. Social order, residents' happiness, and economic development are his goals."

"Auntie, I remember."

Zhao Changan hung up the phone. This is the county road in the eastern suburbs of Shancheng City, and there are still three miles away from the wood sawing factory in the eastern suburbs.

There are not many vehicles on the road, and pedestrians are basically riding bicycles, and there are few cool motorcycles roaring.

"Go down for a cigarette?"

Although the air conditioner was turned on in the car, it was still a little stuffy. Zhao Changan saw a small lake with streams converging on the side of the road, about ten acres in size. Because it was the rainy season, the lake water was rushing in the gap of a concrete building. 'The flow down.

Wen Ye opened the co-pilot's door and got out of the car.

"Turn off the air conditioner, let's go down to blow some air and soak our feet."

After a day of running around, Dancai was a little tired and wanted to get out of the car and play in the water.

Zhao Changan and Wen Ye looked at each other, a little helpless.

They actually wanted to talk in private, but the gummies stuck together again.

So, Zhao Changan and Wen Ye sat on a concrete pillar by the lake and smoked, looking at the green hills in the distance and the clear water nearby; Dancai played in the water with bare feet, and Xu Wanrong also sat on a concrete pillar, Looking at the lake in front of you.

After sitting until 04:30, the four started their journey again.

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For the past six months, life is simply worse than death for Gong Zhifeng.

Whenever her legs became unbearably numb, painful and itchy, she would start yelling and yelling.

The thief who scolded the plague for not knowing how to hide the powder, the Chen Chongyi who deserved to be killed, the old Chinese medicine doctor who deserved to be single all his life, the fat son of the old Chinese medicine doctor who deserved to be single all his life, Wen Ye who would never eat swan meat for a toad, Zhao Changan, a dog and a mouse meddling in other people's business.

Now that her daughter Chen Jing is back, she has added another object of scolding.

Scolding her daughter for being incompetent, Wen Ye and Wen Ye couldn't handle it, and Ning Qizhi also dumped her. She really couldn't do anything, she might as well hit her head to death, so as not to be ashamed and upset.

And this kind of cursing of all kinds of obscenities, although it can relieve the powder keg that is about to explode in Gong Zhifeng's heart, but the pain in his leg can't be relieved at all, so he has to take more painkillers and drink poison to quench his thirst.

"You old bastard who deserves to be killed. If it wasn't for your old lady, how could I suffer like this? If I had known at that time, even if I found a dog, it would be better than marrying a wretch like you!—"

Seeing the man coming back from get off work, Gong Zhifeng, who had already scolded his daughter all afternoon, immediately found a new object of cursing.

She has taken two painkillers so far, and she has to wait until nine o'clock in the evening to take the third one, and another one at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night. She has to endure the three hours from now to nine o'clock in the evening.

After a year of suffering from illness, Gong Zhifeng was so slovenly and haggard that he cursed Chen Chongyi in the middle of the night for three days, making the neighbors around him unbearably disturbed.

The scolding lasted seven or eight minutes, until Gong Zhifeng got tired of scolding, and took the electric heating tube to roast her knees, Chen Chongyi said in a low voice: "That son of a bitch is back!"

"Don't say he came back, he just died from the plague, and he didn't care about my mother's shit, my mother ordered the drums and drums to say that he deserved it!—"

The more Gong Zhifeng cursed, the more angry he became, and he smashed the electric heating tube in his hand to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The quartz electric heating tube fell to pieces on the ground.

"I mean, can you beg that son of a bitch again?"

Chen Chongyi gritted his teeth and said, "As long as he provides it, he can sell it for nothing! Besides, it's actually a 'ground gourd', so how much can it cost?"

"Are you blind or deaf, old bastard?

Gong Zhifeng was so angry that he pointed at Chen Chongyi's nose and cursed: "That Zhao Chang'an is worth [-] yuan for singing a song, [-] yuan! Tell me how much money you can give him to match you!"

(End of this chapter)