Urban Super Soldier King

"Li Guoshun, your cousin came to the seaside to join you. I left him behind." Han Fei is open to the mountain road.

"My cousin?" Li Guoshun was obviously surprised by this.

"It's Baobei. He's a big Shanxi man."

"Oh, yes, I remember. I have such a first cousin. When did he come to the seaside?"

"Just a few days ago, I saw you in the bar, and you too. My cousin came all the way to join us. If you don't greet me, I can receive you."

"This... That brother, please take care of me more."

"Don't worry, your brother is my brother. In other words, I've arranged for my sister-in-law to go to work in Haiya. Lao Ka has many specialties there. Don't forget to bring some gifts for my sister-in-law when you come back."

"Well, I'm sure you've had a lot of trouble."

"It's OK. This guy is very smart." Han Fei said with a smile, then spit out a long puff of smoke.

Hang up the phone, Han Fei lying in bed deep sleep, this night is destined to have a lot of people to insomnia, Han Fei also lazy to tube.

The next morning, Han Fei received a phone call from the personnel department. More than 200 people from the second batch of security guards came to sign up. The unqualified ones had been screened out by the personnel department. Whether the rest of them could be employed or not depends on Han Fei's meaning.

With so many security guards at present, the security team will continue to grow in the future. It's time to formally establish an independent security company. Otherwise, all of them will be installed in Haiya headquarters. By then, there will be more security guards than the white-collar workers and leaders of the company.

Of course, it's up to Du Jinlong to do this. A while ago, Du Jinlong also prepared a lot of work for it.

Security companies used to belong to special industries, that is to say, the state later introduced new regulations to allow qualified social groups or individuals to set up their own security companies.

In addition to the relationship between Hanfei and the forestry bureau, there will be no obstacles in the process. As for whether the company can be profitable or not, Hanfei has no consideration. However, Wang Rong said that there is a huge market for security, but Haiya will undoubtedly step in the business, otherwise Haiya will be the first leader in the industry.

There is no lack of high-quality veterans in the society. As long as the company's salary is OK, there is no worry about recruiting people. The people who are trained by Zhang Xu are all from the army. They can recruit a large number of veterans at any time. In a word, they can help the country ease the resettlement problem of veterans.

As for the registered capital, it's just a drizzle for Du Jinlong, who has suddenly changed from a big brother on the road to a legal person of the company. Du Jinlong also has a kind of unspeakable excitement in his heart.

It's just that Du Jinlong doesn't understand that if Han Fei doesn't intervene in the affairs on the road, he can only repay Han Fei's unconditional trust with his heart.

After a night's sleep, although the broken ribs didn't heal completely, Han Fei didn't get in the way of ginseng tablets. Now he took Le Xiaotian to say goodbye to Qin Bing.

"You're free and easy. You can just say you want to leave. Do you regard me as a hotel?" Qin Bing holding a goblet, not angry said.

Han Fei gave a wry smile, and then turned his pants pocket upside down in front of Qin Bing: "sister Qin, you can see that I'm really penniless all over, or you can see that my brother is full of dexterity, and I'll be a nanny for you to buy vegetables, cook and clean."

Le Xiaotian immediately hit a smart, at the moment looked at Han Fei plaintively: "big brother, without you, how can you sell me without a greeting?"

Qin Bing also disdained to hum a way: "come on, I'm not a shelter here, you'd better take it where you come from."

Le Xiaotian is more hurt when he hears this, and then he looks at Han Fei pitifully. How can he feel that his grandmother doesn't love his uncle at this moment? I don't want to give it to everyone.

"Sister Qin, thank you very much. I will treat you to dinner when I get paid." Han Fei said with a smile.

Qin Bing spat a way: "ghost just believe you, roll, roll, see you more one eye, I am tired."

"Sister Qin, then I really left?"

"If it's easy to go, don't send it away!" Qin Bing didn't say well.

Han Fei just walked out a few steps, then thought of what, turned around and asked: "sister Qin, can you tell me what her parents do?"

"No comment!" Qin Bing didn't say well.

"Elder sister Qin, who are we with? How much do you want to tell me?" Han Fei is a little shameless. Qin Bing just spits out the word "roll". Han Fei just wants to be cheeky and write two more sentences. Unexpectedly, Le Xiaotian's smile comes out directly.

Han Fei is not calm in a moment. Even if he is thick skinned, it's not good to be dogged. He slaps Le Xiaotian in the back of the head. This unfortunate boy, he's really brain pumping!

With Le Xiaotian casually coping with breakfast on the side of the road, Han Fei immediately drives to Haiya headquarters, but when passing through a shantytown, Han Fei subconsciously slows down and looks out of the window.

Le Xiaotian is very active. At a glance, he sees the store at the intersection. Then he volunteers to Han Fei and says, "brother, I'll buy it for you, big Su, right?"

Without waiting for Han Fei to speak, Le Xiaotian excitedly runs to the store at the intersection. Han Fei is too lazy to look at the boy again. After all, he is still too young and impatient. He has a bag of Da Su in his pocket.

Han Fei's eyes are on the road mouth of the store. It's an old man sitting in a wheelchair guarding a shoe mending stand. The old man is wearing presbyopic glasses and has a cheap cigarette in his mouth. The ash is burning. The old man doesn't see it falling down. The first feeling for Han Fei is that he is old, and the second is that he is focused.

At the moment, the old man is concentrating on repairing a pair of open shoes. He doesn't know which kid is spending so much on shoes. A good shoe is showing a big mouth on the side.

However, the old man's skill is obviously very good. The tan needle and thread are quite beautiful, generous and unobtrusive, which can't be seen with the original uppers.

When a shoe was repaired, the old man stopped the wheel in his hand, picked up the scissors and cut the needle and thread. Then he raised his head and asked, "boss, repair the shoes?"

"Old man, do you think I'm a shoemaker like this?" Han Fei said with a smile, then took out a big Su and handed it to him. He picked up the low pony on the side and sat down.

It's too late for the old man to stop him. The people who come to his place to repair shoes are all the residents around him. How many people have just come down from the construction site and come to him to repair shoes with a lot of dust? There is a lot of dust on any horse.

They didn't care. When they got up, they patted their buttocks and left. There was nothing wrong with them. But the clothes on Han Fei's body were just customized by the boss from the store yesterday. The silver luster was reflected in the sun. Even if they just looked at the cloth, they knew that the clothes cost a lot of money. If they got dirty, they would have to wash them for hundreds at least?

The old man looked at Han Fei and opened his mouth, but he had already sat down. It was meaningless to say that again.

"Don't you mind if I sit here, old man? Try my cigarette Han Fei said with a smile.

The old man's eyes were as usual. Then he took the cigarette from Han Fei with a big hand full of calluses and said, "it's rare for someone to come to my shoe mending stand. I don't think the roadside is dusty. I want to sit as long as I want. You can taste my cigarette. It's better than you!"

The old man took out a box of Zhongnanhai from the toolbox and threw it to Han Fei. This style and temperament is not like a disabled old man who has been guarding the mending shoes stand for decades. Han Fei laughs and then draws a cigarette from it. The smell of smoke is a bit strong, which is a bit stronger than Da su.

"What's the matter, my cigarette is not bad!" The old man gave a hearty smile, then picked up the tools in his hand to repair the high-heeled shoes on the side.

Han Fei said with a smile: "I can't see your old taste is so high. Now there are not many people who like this kind of cigarette."

The old man continued to be busy with what he was doing and replied, "I used to smoking this cigarette when I was young for so many years." The old man continued to pick up a file to keep busy. At this moment, a fat lady with a vegetable basket came over and threw the seven or eight pairs of shoes into the basket without taking a beating.

"Old man Wang, I took the shoes. It's hard work!" The aunt didn't lift her head when she was talking. She was about to walk with her shoes.

The file in the old man's hand could not help pausing for a moment. Then he looked at the fat lady and shook her head. He didn't say anything. The old man had been busy with this woman for most of the morning. Some shoes had been mended more than once. It was obvious that the style of stitching was all under Uncle Wang's hands.

"It's not thanks to say thank you these days. I have to support my family and eat a bowl of rice. Oh, the sweet scented osmanthus in this basket is good, and the vegetable market can live for seven or eleven Jin?" Han Fei doesn't know when to get up, grabs the basket and says.

The fat woman's face changed, and she struggled hard for a while or two, but she didn't make any money. Then she saw that the old man was also buried in repairing shoes and didn't say a word. Her face was a little angry, so she reluctantly took a dollar out of her pocket and put it on the stall.

"Old man Wang, I'll give you the money for the three pairs of shoes last time!"

The old man raised his head and laughed. Han Fei released the vegetable basket. When the fat lady left, she didn't know what she was muttering about. Han Fei didn't bother to worry about it.

Looking at the ordinary can not be more ordinary a dollar, this year even if it fell on the ground, no one will pick it up, looking at the old man's thin body and the big hands full of calluses, looking at the figure of the fat aunt twisting fat buttocks, Han Fei is also a long puff of smoke.

"Old man, how much can you earn a day by guarding the mending shoes stall?" Han Fei asked in the same tone.

"It doesn't matter whether you earn more or less. If you have enough money for your neighbors, you can eat at home." The old man said brightly.

Han Fei noticed that there was a plastic lunch box next to the old man. Inside was a piece of dark yellow rice and a pinch of pickles. If the expectation was good, it should be the breakfast and lunch of the old man until the end of the night.