Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 542

The start-up capital for the initial construction of the clothing wholesale center was provided by He Ping using the dividends from the garment factory. Therefore, he holds 56% of the shares in the clothing wholesale center, Han Zhaojun holds 24% of the shares, and 16 people including Lin Zheng and Zhao Bo hold a total of 17% of the shares. %, of which Lin Zheng alone accounted for 4%, and Jiang Yongan's share incentive was completed, accounting for 3%.

Now his attention to the clothing wholesale center is gradually decreasing, and the heavy task of transforming the clothing wholesale center in the future will inevitably fall on Jiang Yong'an. By then, he has handed over the management rights, so it may not be so easy to speak.

He Ping's gift of 2% of the shares not only means a reward, but also establishes authority for Jiang Yongan. After all, his achievements in leading the clothing wholesale center in the past three years are obvious to all.

In the future, he will become the third largest shareholder after He Ping and Han Zhaokun, and he will have more authority and motivation for the transformation of the clothing wholesale center.

For two or three days in a row, He Ping received calls from his partners and subordinates to report on his work. Jiang Yongan's call became the last call, and he was finally able to live a quiet year.

After going out for a walk for a while, He Ping discovered a phenomenon.

In the past two days, one or two middle-aged and elderly men and women can always be seen on the streets of Hantun, leading a shy young man, male or female, into the home of a villager in Hantun.

Probably another blind date, he thought to himself.

When passing by the village, I met old man Wen's hair-shaved pick.

"Master Wen, why didn't you look at you last year?" He Ping asked with a smile.

The old man Wen had a shaved head in his hand, he glanced at He Ping, didn't stop what he was doing, and said cheerfully: "Don't mention it, I suffered from a serious illness last year, for several months, I almost thought my old man was going to die. "

"You don't look like you have a serious illness, you are very tough!"

"Thank you for your good words! Let's make do, shave your head?"

He Ping leaned against the base of the courtyard wall, and stood in a row with the old men and women, "You go ahead, I'll wait, don't worry."

"okay."

On a sunny day in winter, the place leeward is also warm. He Ping nestled at the base of the wall, listening to old man Wen's updated news all year round.

"Wang Dazhai's daughter-in-law's previous child was ill and went to the hospital. The blood test did not match the blood types of the couple. The husband's family is in a hurry, so give the daughter-in-law a good beating! If not The village cadres almost killed people when they stopped them!"

"The foreign woman in Liangtun who married the old bachelor has given birth to three daughters in a row, and the old bachelor is so angry that he can't speak now!"

"The boy in Dongshan who was beaten like a wild boar is divorcing with the widow. I heard that after he was shot, something went wrong with his body and he has been unable to conceive."

The old man Wen's news sounds like a TV series, and it's all going down the third road.However, the update speed is a bit slow, usually every one or two episodes.

After waiting for almost half an hour, it was finally He Ping's turn.

Old man Wen shook his white apron to tie He Ping on, and asked, "How do you cut it?"

"It's still this type, just shorter."

Old man Wen picked up the scissors, measured them twice on top of He Ping's head, and tried the blade on his own hands.Then the pleasant "click" of the scissors rang in my ears continuously, revealing a sense of relaxing pleasure.

This feeling is similar to the AMSR of later generations, which is quite healing.

For a hard-working person like He Ping, a haircut is a very relaxing thing.

It didn't take long for Old Man Wen to start using his manual faders.

Finally, sprinkle some white powder on He Ping's temples and his neck, soak a brush with water to create foam, and use a razor to shave off the short stubble on the temples and neck.

The white apron was lifted off, and the stubble of hair on it was quickly shaken off. Old Man Wen pointed the mirror at He Ping, "How is it?"

The cut hairstyle is still so clean and neat, and the whole person looks more energetic. He Ping smiled on his face, "That's right, Master Wen's sword is not old."

"If you rely on this skill to eat, you can't let it go."

He Ping went to find Xiao Zhuer, who was running around in the village, and asked Old Man Wen to shave his head.

"Dad, don't shave my head all the time, I want to keep the middle part."

He Ping took a pat on his flat cut, "I think you look like a middle cut, learning those useless things every day."

Xiao Zhuer retorted: "It's called fashion, you don't understand it. Look at the show on TV, and the male protagonists all have such hairstyles. My body is too small, and I can't hold my head up when I go to school."

"After you earn money, you can cut whatever hairstyle you want. Now it's your father who pays for me, so you can cut this hairstyle for me honestly."

He Ping took advantage of his parental advantages to kill Xiao Zhuer's idea in the bud.

He Ping can show the majesty of his old father to Xiaozhu'er who talks lightly to others, but he can't to Mao Chunhua.

"He Ping, take me to the county to get my head permed in the afternoon."

"Why do you remember burning your head?"

"It's almost New Year's Eve!"

He Ping didn't speak anymore, Xiao Zhu'er looked at his old father with disdain, that's it?

Seeing the boy's eyes, He Ping picked up the broom to threaten, Xiao Zhu'er immediately ran away.

After a while, seeing He Ping in the study by himself, Xiao Zhuer came over.

"Dad, do you know why my mother perms her head?"

He Ping glanced at this kid, which really aroused his curiosity, "Why?"

"I'll show you this."

Xiao Zhuer handed over a magazine.

"Popular Movies?"

"Yes, I liked this issue when I saw my mother before. Look at the cover above."

He Ping took a closer look, and saw that the person on the cover looked familiar, and then looked at the name—Boji Xiaosi.

No wonder it looks so familiar. This is a long-established movie star in America. He has been a child star since he was a child. He was popular in the 80s and [-]s. He is Michael Jackson’s first love girlfriend and the emperor’s dream lover. Anyway, he has a lot of titles, but the work He Ping Haven't seen one.

He Ping looked at her black wavy hair on the cover, and it turned out that his wife wanted to perm her hair because of looking at her cover.

He imagined in his mind the image of Mao Chunhua after he finished this hairstyle and put on lipstick.

It really feels like flaming red lips, and the old couple has the feeling of heartbeat again.

He Ping rubbed Xiao Zhu'er's head, "Good work, an extra piece of pocket money for the start of school."

Hard work pays off, Xiao Zhuer grinned.

Action is worse than heartbeat, He Ping put the things in his hands aside and came to the living room.

"Daughter-in-law, go, burn your head!"

Mao Chunhua was cleaning up, and said, "Wait for me for a while, I'll finish cleaning up."

I saw him reluctantly just now, why is he so active all of a sudden?
Mao Chunhua didn't think too much about it, he quickly finished it, and after tidying up, he was about to go out with He Ping.

Xiao Zhuer shouted from behind: "Dad, take me to the city!"

He Ping didn't turn his head back, "Didn't you just go there the day before yesterday, what are you going to do, stay at home by yourself."

What a role model for contemporary fathers and sons!
(End of this chapter)