The Richest Man Yang Fei

　　 Yang Fei still has two brushes when looking at people. When he looks at Jiang Ziqiang, he knows that he is an old organization and a person with real power.

　　 Jiang Ziqiang saw the stranger coming, and the majesty on his face was reduced by three points, and he nodded to Yang Fei.

　　 "This is Comrade Yang Fei. This is my wife, Jiang Ziqiang." Wan Aimin has apparently communicated with her husband.

　　 Yang Fei smiled slightly: "Hello, Brother Jiang."

　　 Jiang Ziqiang said, "You can buy such a big house so young, not bad, young man!"

　　 Yang Fei said calmly: "Do some small business."

　　 Jiang Ziqiang suddenly said: "I heard my lover say that you originally belonged to the Southern Daily Chemical Factory?"

　　 Yang Fei heard him ask that, he knew that he had some connections with the Nanhua Plant, and smiled: "I am also an employee of the Nanhua Plant. I just took a long vacation, which is equivalent to staying without pay."

　　 Jiang Ziqiang handed him a cigarette, sat down on the sofa, raised Erlang's legs, and said, "Is Nanhua Plant so bad? The benefits of the previous two years are okay!"

Yang Fei sat down on the sofa on his side and said: "This is a common problem of state-owned enterprises, not the case of the Dunan Chemical Plant. The thinking does not change, the power is not let go, the employees do not want to make progress, the leader sits on the well and observes the sky, and the sales depend on the national plan. Ten years of no innovation. Such a factory will be eliminated by the market sooner or later."

　　 Jiang Ziqiang raised his eyelids, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

　　 He also read countless people, especially young people just out of society. I don't know how many people have been in contact with him. However, Yang Fei's calmness, generosity, conversation, and insight are far beyond his surprise.

　　 Jiang Ziqiang nodded slowly.

　　 Wan Aimin was not interested in their conversation and said, "What about the assignment contract? Where did you put it?"

　　 "In the study." Jiang Ziqiang answered his wife's words, put down Erlang's legs, and said to Yang Fei, "The property right of the house can only be changed tomorrow. I have already asked someone to say hello, and I can go there tomorrow morning and I can complete the relevant procedures directly."

　　 Yang Fei smiled and said, "It's okay, I will pay the money first."

　　He put the bag on the coffee table, took out the bundled money, ten thousand ten thousand yuan, and placed it in two piles in front of Jiang Ziqiang: "Please click on Jiang Brother."

　　 Jiang Ziqiang saw the money, but didn't touch it first, and asked with a smile: "You pay the money first, so you are not afraid that we will be wronged?"

Yang Fei said straightforwardly: "The most important thing in dealing with people is integrity. When we do business, we often pay for goods first, or pay for goods first. If we don’t even have this kind of integrity, then There is no way to be self-reliant. Moreover, there is already a sales contract between us, and I can trust you. You and Wanjie are people who make people feel right at first sight."

　　 Jiang Ziqiang's eyes again showed a hint of appreciation, and said: "You are a person who does great things. In the contract, I have indicated the transfer time."

　　 He slowly swallowed the clouds, and didn't even look at the money.

　　 Wan Aimin poured a cup of tea for Yang Fei, took out the sale and purchase agreement, and read it to Yang Fei. The two parties had no doubts, so they signed each.

　　 Yang Fei first signed the name.

　　 When Jiang Ziqiang signed his signature, he glanced at his character and said: "This character is well written, and it looks better than what I wrote. You have practiced it."

　　 "Yes, I practiced in school."

　　 The two pressed their fingerprints again and stamped their private seals.

　　 Wan Aimin picked up the money and counted in front of Yang Fei.

　　 Her method of counting money is very professional. She removed the seal on the money a little bit, stuck the stack of money with five fingers on her left hand, and quickly clicked with **** on her right hand.

　　 Yang Fei's eyebrows moved, thinking that this is clearly a bank clerk's method of ordering money, Wan Aimin is not a banker, but an accountant in the unit.

　　 Wan Aimin clicked once, and then faded the seal to the other end, and then quickly clicked again.

　　 With the money in her hands, she dances like a little girl who can dance. Brand-new banknotes are clattering.

　　 After she ordered the money, she smiled and said, "Comrade Yang Fei, the money is just right."

　　 Putting the money into the bedroom, she smiled and said, "It's better to come early than to come by coincidence. The family just happens to have dinner. You can leave after eating."

　　 Yang Fei stood up and said goodbye in good time: "Sister Wan, I won't bother you. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. How about nine o'clock?"

　　 "Okay, yes." Wan Aimin nodded with a smile, and escorted him to the door.

　　 Yang Fei and Jiang Ziqiang said goodbye, and then said goodbye to the cute girl in the Jiang family.

　　 The little girl was setting up the dishes and chopsticks. Hearing that she bounced over, she said sweetly: "Uncle, goodbye!"

　　 "Xiao Jia, it's okay to be called Big Brother." Wan Aimin touched the back of his daughter's neck.

Yang Fei thought to herself, this daughter is fortunate to have inherited the advantages of her mother. This is a beautiful woman. He smiled and said: "The flower path has never been swept, and Penghu is the king. Yuan Rong team, Qingxiao Jiake and Tonglai. The name Xiaojia is taken from Is this sentence?"

　　 Jiang Ziqiang also got up to see off the guests, and said in surprise: "Have you read this poem?"

Yang Fei stood at the door and said, "Li Gang, Zhao Ding, Li Guang, and Hu Quan are the four ministers of the Southern Song Dynasty. They are one of the ancient famous generals I admire the most. There are not many poems handed down by Li Gang. This is me. For the one I like, he also has a small decree. There is a sentence in which I think the mood is quite high. Youfang is not for the spring light, but waits for the autumn breeze. UU reading www.uukanshu.com waits for the autumn breeze, the fragrance is extraordinarily thicker than the remaining flowers. "

　　 After Yang Fei left, Jiang Ziqiang closed the door and said thoughtfully, "This young man is very good!"

　　 "It's rare, for so many years, I rarely hear you praise others." Wan Aimin laughed.

　　 "You said he is a technical secondary school graduate?"

　　 "Yes, he said personally, after graduating from technical secondary school, he was assigned to the Nanfang Daily Chemical Factory."

　　 "I can't see that his level is higher than that of many college students."

"Don't talk about him. Ziqiang, the old house is sold, shall we fix the new house tomorrow? I have compared many commercial housing estates and think the Royal Garden is the best. They only have one finished house, and the decoration style They are all Hong Kong-style. Although the area is not large, it is very warm and comfortable. Compared with this big house, it has a more homey taste."

　　 "You are the deputy head of a bank branch. You should be in charge of financial matters. You should pay as much money as you want. Don't take advantage of the developer. You can't ask for this kind of money."

　　 "I know. After marrying you for so many years, when did you think I was greedy? Besides, I really want to stretch out my hand and don't have to touch your light."

　　 Jiang Ziqiang smiled helplessly and patted his daughter on the back: "Xiaojia, did you practice singing today?"

　　 "Practicing, Dad! I'll sing it for you." Jiang Xiaojia babbled a few words:

　　"The slave embroiders the damask in the embroidery room

　　 suddenly heard my mother call a slave

　　 She asked my sister to wash the heart of the cabbage

　　Soda Yizi waved when the wave was too long"

　　 This tune, called "Washing the Vegetable Heart", is a fragment from a local drama. The tone is tactful. Although she is young, she has good gestures and gestures. Every movement has a sharp eye and is as beautiful as a painting.

　　 Jiang Ziqiang clapped his hands, smiled and said hello, and went into the study.