Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 532 Thank you for my master
No one knows why Mingzhe suddenly confronted Xia Keer this time.

Seeing that Song Qing's expression was getting worse and worse, Song Jing hurriedly said:
"Little Four, don't say a few words."

Mingzhe stopped talking.

Song Jing thought it was over like this.

But Xia Keer suddenly ran out crying:

"Hey, you don't like Ke'er, you only like that country girl you know, I won't play with you anymore!"

"Ke'er!"

Song Qing called out her name, and was about to run after her when she was stopped by the accompanying people:

"Second Young Master, pay attention to your body."

His body was congenitally deficient in his mother's womb, and he was able to live to this day only because the Song family's high position and authority spent money and set up a medical team for him.

On weekdays, he walks slowly and carries out appropriate activities, and there is no problem at all.

But once he engages in strenuous activities, even if he walks a little faster, various problems will appear in his body.

The physical foundation is really bad.

"Go after her and don't let her run away."

Song Qing covered his lips and coughed twice, and explained worriedly:

"If she won't come back after making a fuss, don't force her, just follow her not too far or too close."

"Yes."

The entourage received the order and quickly chased after Xia Ke'er in the direction in which she was running.

"Cough cough..."

Song Qing coughed twice again.

He pushed away the water glass that Song Jing handed him, and looked at Mingzhe leisurely with a pair of very light eyes of the same color.

"Are you dissatisfied with me?"

He asked suddenly.

Mingzhe was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly replied:

"No, I didn't."

"You are an elder and the president of Kyoto University. We are all your students. How could I be dissatisfied with you?"

Song Qing looked away, and after a few seconds, he said a little tiredly:
"I know that Ke'er's temperament is not pleasing, but you guys shouldn't show your dislike for her because of my face."

"What happened today, I don't want it to happen again."

"I don't think the younger sister you know in the country would like her brothers to care about children younger than them."

His voice was low and sounded weak.

But Mingzhe and the others lowered their heads in a little shame.

Xia Ke'er, who had cried enough, walked into the banquet hall again.

"Little uncle, I'm hungry and thirsty, let's find a place to sit down."

The little uncle is in poor health and can't stand for a long time. No matter how willful she gets angry, she can't ignore the little uncle's body.

Song Qing's face became a little paler, revealing a clear and shallow smile.

"Ah."

He took her hand and found a clean corner to sit down.

"come here."

Song Jing hooked Mingzhe's jacket collar and dragged him away.

"Let's follow along to see the excitement."

Sheng Jing pulled Song Zichen who had just wandered to his side, and hurriedly chased after him.

In the courtyard of the villa.

A small fountain is under the courtyard lights, constantly spraying water.

Song Jing leaned on the marble sculpture, blowing the cold wind with Ming Zhe and others.

The alcohol was blown away, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

"Don't target Xia Ke'er again."

"After all, she is also a child brought back by my uncle from the orphanage. Although she has a wild temper and has no rules in her behavior and speech, we all know how my uncle is. As long as it is something he protects, he will not allow anyone people hurt."

"If she provokes you again, just think that she is young and ignorant, so don't be so fussy about her."

Mingzhe responded dully.

In fact, Xia Ke'er is only eight years old, what good character can a child of this age have?
Take him as an example when he was eight years old, he was a goddamn god, what harm did he do?
He fell into reflection.

"Smoking or not?"

Song Zichen held a white cigarette between his bony long fingers.

He passed the cigarette towards Mingzhe:
"When you're depressed, it's much better to smoke a cigarette."

Mingzhe hesitated for a few seconds, then raised his hand to take the cigarette.

click.

The lighter burst into flames, and the cigarette was lit.

Song Zichen played with the silver lighter in his hand, and lighted one for himself slowly.

The lamp in the yard gave off a warm yellow light, and the smoke was blown out of his mouth, as if covering him with a veil.

Sheng Jing watched him skillfully light and smoke, and couldn't help asking:
"Brother, when did you learn to smoke?"

"I didn't learn."

Song Zichen's face was submerged in the smoke, and he said half-jokingly

"Smoking is something you don't need to be taught."

Song Jing was so close, he was choked by the smell of smoke, he frowned and said in disapproval:

"My sister told us before not to let us learn to smoke."

He moved out of Mu Nannan.

Mingzhe, who tried smoking for the first time, shook his hand holding the cigarette, and then put his hands behind his back, not daring to take another puff.

My sister can't do anything that my sister doesn't like.

Otherwise, I will definitely lose my sister's love.

Song Zichen didn't answer Song Jing's words, but obediently put out the cigarette in his hand.

The lingering smoke enveloped him, and in a trance, Sheng Jing saw his lowered eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of absurd strangeness.

Speaking of which, before tonight, none of the brothers knew about Song Zichen's ability to smoke.

……

The afternoon of the first day of the new year.

The sky is still full of snowflakes.

Mu Nannan was wearing a bright red floral padded jacket, and his shoulder-length thin, soft hair was tied together by the dexterous Xu Lanxin, forming a bulging little flower bud.

A few turns of red string were wrapped around the flower buds, which made her feel much more energetic.

"It's settled."

Mu Nannan stopped fiddling with the abacus and picked up the notebook on her lap.

The middle-aged people around the stove to warm up looked at her.

The factories in the village have been in operation for more than a month.

The factory did not miss all kinds of orders, and Mu Nannan contacted more than a dozen large orders before opening the factory, so he should have made a lot of money.

"The general ledger calculated by the technicians is that in the past month or so, the expenditure has exceeded 5000 and the income has exceeded 8000. Most of the expenditure has been used to pay wages and benefits to the workers."

"Income minus expenses, and minus some costs of machine operation, the net profit should be between 2000 and 2200."

She took the notebook and finished speaking, then smiled contentedly:
"The starting results are very good. I thought that the factory should not make much money at the beginning, and maybe it might lose money."

"I didn't expect that God would favor us so much and make money right after we opened the factory."

The rest of the Mu family were also very satisfied.

The big changes in recent years made them spend almost all of the huge sum of money they had saved.

Now, finally, there is another big income.

Mu Nannan handed over the ledger to Ma Yuehong, and Ma Yuehong took it away properly.

"There is still a batch of inferior fabrics dyed in the factory that are not so well dyed. I thought, this batch of fabrics can't be sold at a good price. Why don't we take it out and sell it cheaply in our brigade. "

Mu Nannan came up with an idea to make money:

"I saw that the children in our brigade rarely wear new clothes for the New Year this year. As long as we set the price lower, there must be many people vying to buy them."

Xu Lanxin was the first to agree:
"This idea is good and feasible."

"I'll go out with your aunt and second aunt right now, and tell them from door to door, telling them to come to our house to buy cloth."

She did what she said, and Zhang Chunmei and Liu Yan also got up quickly, ignoring the heavy snow outside, and began to announce at the top of their voices.

Judging by their posture, it is estimated that the first batch of customers will be attracted in a short while.

Mu Nannan could only quickly get the key of the factory, and asked Mu Jianfeng, Boss Mu and others to move out all the defective fabrics from the factory.

The factory is not far from Mu's house, and it took Mu Jianfeng and the others less than half an hour to go back and forth.

It is true that there are already a lot of people who have heard the news and come to buy fabrics.

Almost everyone in the brigade, who had money or not, sent one or two representatives over to watch the excitement.

Mu Nannan didn't like too much noise. After explaining the reduced price to Xu Lanxin, she walked out of the noisy house alone.

As she grew up, Ma Yuehong, who used to look at her anytime and anywhere, began to keep her in a free range, intentionally or unintentionally.

Give her enough personal freedom.

She stepped on the snow-white ground and walked along the dirt road that she had walked countless times, step by step with her head down.

On the way, she would stop and say a word or two with a smile when she met a peer with whom she got along better.

Obviously the smile on her face is warm enough and soft enough, and the two small dimples that are not deep and not shallow are sweet enough, but looking at her figure, people can always capture a faint loneliness.

The end of the dirt road.

A black car that was driving at a high speed slammed to a stop.

The driver let go of the gas pedal, looked at the rearview mirror, and carefully reminded the little boy who was bumping all the way in the back seat:

"Master Ji, we're here."

Ji Beinian's not sober mind was keenly aware of the last two words.

He moved his sore neck and slowly raised his weak head little by little.

The driver had already noticed him all the way, seeing that he was wearing thin clothes and was about to get out of the car when he opened the door, so he couldn't help reminding him:
"Master Ji, it's snowing very cold outside, and you still have a fever. I still have a warm military coat here, or you're wearing a military coat..."

"Need not."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Beinian jumped out of the car neatly.

When his feet landed on the ground, he was so weak that he couldn't help shaking a few times.

The driver looked a little unbearable.

It really takes a lot of perseverance for a nine-year-old kid to ride so far in a car with a fever and still persist all the way to the present.

I don't know what people and things in Taoji Village made him miss this time.

Ji Beinian slammed the car door and said in a hoarse voice:

"Thank you, master, for me."

The driver is sitting upright:

"Don't worry, Young Master Ji, I will definitely bring the message to you."

Ji Beinian nodded slightly, and then walked slowly away from the village entrance alone.

The driver didn't restart the car until he could not see his back at all, and returned on the same road.

He had to go back and report to his master.

(End of this chapter)