The Richest Man Yang Fei

　　 Yang Fei's desire for talent is as eager as his desire for money.

　　 He contacted three schools in a row and established an employment agreement.

　　 But he still doesn't have much confidence in it.

If the time is pushed back a few years later, when the university expands enrollment, the distribution of college and secondary school students will no longer be allocated, and the flow of talents will become diversified. And this year’s college and secondary school students’ chances of choosing private companies It's too low.

　　 Yang Fei graduated from technical secondary school. He didn't go to the sea to do business or work in the south. Instead, he took out his family's savings and went to the Nanhua Plant to find a relationship.

　　 Even if the salary is lower, the family feels happy and at ease.

　　The majority of people who hold this kind of thinking!

　　 Yang Fei drove the car, went to pick up Jiang Xiaojia, and then took her to the hospital.

　　 Provincial People's Hospital, Wan Aimin sat on the side of the bed with a sad face, saw Yang Fei coming in with his daughter, barely squeezed a smile, and said hard to Yang Fei.

　　 Yang Fei bought fruits and a flower basket, and glanced at the room.

　　 There is no other fruit basket in the multi-person ward where Wan Aimin's father lives.

　　 Yang Fei asked: "How is your uncle's condition?"

　　 "Not to be optimistic. The doctor said to observe."

　　 "Why not live in a single room?"

　　 "It's nice to live here."

　　 Yang Fei thought, although the ranks of Jiang Ziqiang and his wife are not low, they are not very prominent in the province. Her father, in the Provincial People's Hospital, is afraid that he does not have the privilege of living in a senior ward.

　　 "How is the medical level in the province? Do you want to transfer to Shanghai or Jingli?"

　　 "No need, right?" Wan Aimin hesitated, "Let's take a look again."

　　 Yang Fei didn't stay long, so he could send his heart to him. If he said too much, he seemed to please him deliberately.

　　 "Xiaojia, what do you want for dinner?" Yang Fei asked after leaving the hospital.

　　 He and Jiang Ziqiang's family are really different. He and Jiang Ziqiang should be the same generation, but Jiang Xiaojia called his brother again, and they didn't feel that there was anything wrong with each other.

　　 "I'm whatever, I'm not picky eaters." Jiang Xiaojia replied very well.

　　 Yang Fei was too lazy to go home to cook, so he took her to Snack Street.

　　 Jiang Xiaojia said that he is not picky about food. When he went to the restaurant, he picked a bunch of delicious ones, such as stinky tofu, sugar-oiled baba, snails, flavored crab, sauced duck, and steamed cured meat, all of which were more flavorful.

　　 Yang Fei smiled and said, "You are practicing dancing, aren't you afraid of gaining weight?"

　　 Jiang Xiaojia hissed in a low voice: "Brother Yang Fei, don't tell my parents, these are delicious, they never allow me to eat them. I'm so greedy!"

　　 "Okay, then you can eat more. If you want to eat in the future, just tell me, I will take you out to eat."

　　 "Thank you, Brother Yang Fei!"

　　 Yang Fei has no sisters. Seeing such a beautiful and lovely Xiaojia, he felt pity and smiled.

　　 He was eating crabs, his eyes wandering around the shop, and suddenly he saw a familiar figure at the door.

　　 "Xiaojia, sit still, I'll come as soon as I go." Yang Fei wiped his hands and got up and went out.

　　 At the entrance of the restaurant, a small stall selling sesame sticks and nougat was set up. A strong man squatted behind the stall and stared blankly at the pedestrians on the street. He was obviously a novice, shy and unable to let go, he didn't dare to shout loudly.

　　 Yang Fei just walked up to him and was about to talk. The vendor selling roasted bean tendon not far away suddenly yelled: "City management is here, run!"

　　 There were two rows of stalls on the street. They quickly picked up the stalls and ran away in a breeze.

　　 The seller of sesame sticks is obviously a novice. After a while, I saw a few urban management striding meteors wearing red armbands walking in front of my eyes.

　　 "Stop, you still want to run!" Two city managers walked up from the left and the other, one grabbed the load, and the other grabbed the vendor.

　　 "Dear leaders, I only came here yesterday, please raise your hands high..."

With a cigarette in the mouth of the city pipe, he waved his hand impatiently and said, "Don't be long-winded! You guys who set up stalls are so cunning. If you catch it, you say that you came to set up the stall on the first day, and we will seize the things in the future! Don’t come here again, no stalls are allowed near the pedestrian street."

　　 "Leader, this stall is all my possessions, you can do it..."

　　 "Want to go back? Then you should pay a fine! Two hundred!"

　　 "If I had two hundred, I wouldn't care about this burden."

　　 "Let's go, what are you talking about with him!" Another city manager said loudly, "There are stalls ahead, don't waste time."

　　 The sesame sticks seller squeezed his fists. This casserole-sized fist might be able to kill the tiger, but at this moment he was unable to help himself.

　　 His angry face was filled with helplessness.

　　 "Ma Feng!" Yang Fei stepped forward in time and took his arm.

　　 Those sturdy arms swelled instantly, resembling an inflated basketball, giving off an amazing rebound force.

　　 He suddenly turned his head and saw Yang Fei, he couldn't help being surprised.

　　 "Ma Feng, it's me, Yang Fei, do you remember brother?"

　　 "Yang Fei, why are you here?" Ma Feng saw that it was him, flashed a smile of joy, his tight arms, slowly relaxed.

　　 "I'm eating here, haven't you eaten yet? Together." Yang Fei patted his hand.

　　 Ma Feng hesitated, and followed Yang Fei into the shop.

　　 Yang Fei added a few meat dishes and asked for another bottle of drunkard wine.

　　 "Ma Feng, what about your other brothers? Why are you here? Don't you work in the factory?" Yang Fei poured him a lot of wine.

　　 "The factory closed down, and all workers were laid off. We just came out, and we all make a living in the provincial capital!" Ma Feng drank a toast and shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect this world to be so difficult to break through."

　　 "What's the sigh of being laid off when you are laid off? The old ones don't go, and the new ones don't come. It's rare, we met here again!" Yang Fei smiled, "It's obvious that this is fate."

　　 "Yes, we are really destined." Ma Feng also sighed.

　　 "Ma Feng, come and help me do things!" Yang Fei sent out an invitation ~www.ltnovel.com~ to help you do things? Don't you work in a daily chemical factory? "

　　 Yang Fei said sternly: "You tell me, I started a company outside. Summon all your brothers, and I ask you to do things. I will pay you a monthly salary of 1,000, and the others 600 a month."

　　 "One thousand!" Ma Feng held the cup with his hand and stopped in the air, "What do you do? We can't do anything. There is only one piece of strength."

　　 "Then do what you can. Can you drive?"

　　 "Driving meeting, we drove a big truck in the army."

　　 "That's fine. If you have the skills, you can add five hundred to your salary."

　　 Ma Feng had a pair of bull's eyes, staring into a circle.

　　 He stood up, picked up the wine bottle, filled it with wine, and toasted three glasses: "Boss Yang, we will do it with you in the future!"

　　 Yang Fei pressed his hand: "Sit down and talk. We are the ones who have watched the film and fights together, so we don’t have to be so formal in the future."

　　 "Have you seen the movie?" Ma Feng was taken aback.

　　 Yang Fei smiled and said: "You may not know that in the video room that day, you were fighting with Brother Pao and others, and I was sitting at the back."

　　 "Oh!" Ma Feng laughed, "There is another woman! Is it your girlfriend?"

　　 "No, it's a colleague." Yang Fei recalled the gorgeous scenery that day, really aftertaste.

　　 Jiang Xiaojia stopped the delicious mouth and asked curiously: "Brother Yang Fei, what is the movie together? What movie have you watched?"

　　 Yang Fei was sweating, and said calmly: "Martial arts action movie."

　　 Ma Feng listened, snickering.

　　 Jiang Xiaojia's flexible big eyes turned, and smiled and said, "Brother Yang Fei, next time you go to see the film, take me too. I also want to watch the film with you. It feels like a river and lake!"

　　 Yang Fei almost fell to the ground.