Facing Qin Yinglin's question, Song Sanyuan smiled faintly: "Uncle, what you said, of course I wrote this! Although I haven't graduated from high school, I still know some words--why, don't you believe it, uncle?"

"I believe, how could I not believe it? Haha!" Qin Yinglin was so happy that he couldn't stop talking because the letter read "Song Sanyuan asked to take the initiative to get rid of the doll's marriage"!

Oh my God, this is a huge joy! It’s like I’m sleepy and someone suddenly gives me a pillow, and it’s like I’m suddenly hungry and someone brings me food!

Qin Yinglin was inexplicably surprised, and his hands holding the letter couldn't help but tremble slightly!

Qin Yinglin just said lightly, but he also knew that things like "baby kiss" would be difficult to get rid of alone if he didn't get the Song family's nod. After all, it was a custom that had been passed down for thousands of years, and it was not something that could be dealt with by just "breaking feudal thoughts".

Especially in Wolong Village, almost every household knows that their daughter Qin Yueyuan and Song Sanyuan, the boy from the Song family, have had a "baby marriage". If he rashly ruined the marriage, he will definitely be stabbed by the villagers, saying that he despised the poor and loved the rich, looked down on the Song family, etc.

What's more, Qin Yinglin was born as a college student. The biggest disadvantage of such scholars is that they love face, otherwise they would not have been bankrupt when starting a business. Many times, they were embarrassed to refuse others borrowing money from him.

Now, the Song family’s doll wrote this thing in person. Even if he regrets it himself in the future, the Song family will take the initiative to ask for it to be lifted!

"Uncle, look first! The black and white words on it are clearly written clearly. Do you see if there are any missing?!" Song Sanyuan smiled and picked up the cigarette and matches that Qin Yinglin placed on the coffee table. He lit the cigarette in a very sophisticated manner, squinted his eyes, took a sip, and then sprayed wisps of blue smoke from his nostrils. Then he clamped the cigarette with his fingers and ran it rhythmically.

Qin Yinglin was stunned by Song Sanyuan's smoking posture, and only felt that Song Sanyuan's smoking posture was very handsome. He couldn't tell where he was handsome. Anyway, he was much more handsome than his old smoker.

The countryside is different from big cities. Most rural children are precocious. Many half of the old children smoke and drink like adults, and the school doesn’t care. Many junior high school students even take to school with tobacco and alcohol, and use it openly in the classroom to arouse jealousy of the same-sex and envy of the opposite sex. In the eyes of these little kids, smoking and drinking are equivalent to exploding hormones, which means they have become adults.

Qin Yinglin was a little surprised at Song Sanyuan's "old smoke gun" posture, but he had no time to study these things at this moment. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the "broken engagement agreement" in his hand. Seeing that there was nothing missing, he looked at Song Sanyuan and said happily: "Sanyuan, it's Uncle Qin that I underestimated you. I didn't expect that you have a very high awareness!"

"Thank you for your praise Uncle Qin! You are a famous college student in our village. When I used to be the top scorer, I will learn more from you in the future!"

"Haha, what are you talking about? Just come to me if you have any needs in the future. Although we can't be in-laws, we will still be good neighbors in the future!" As he said that, Qin Yinglin was about to fold the agreement at hand and put it in his arms, so as not to have too many dreams.

Song Sanyuan snatched the cigarette and blew the ash, and a wisp of the ash fell on Qin Yinglin's shoes, "Uncle, you can see it clearly again. My signature and handprint are missing on it now!"

Qin Yinglin frowned, and the joy he had just stopped a lot: "What, do you have any requirements?"

"Uncle, you have such a high level of thought, you should understand!" Song Sanyuan snatched the cigarette, gently scraped his chin with his tail finger, and said lightly.

Qin Yinglin looked at Song Sanyuan who was smiling like a little fox in amazement. His expression was strange and he didn't know what he was thinking. He paused and asked, "Tell me a number, how much do you want?"

Song Sanyuan said with ease: "Uncle, you are like I am greedy for money. I want money mainly to make you feel at ease; if I don't want it, I'm afraid you will feel sorry for it!"

Qin Yinglin's mouth twitched: "Thank you for your concern---how much?"

"Not much, only one hundred yuan!"

...

One hundred yuan is not a small amount in this era. You should know that the monthly salary of a formal employee in a factory in such a fourth-tier city is only sixty or seventy yuan, and one hundred yuan can buy a lot of things, eighty tubes of peanut oil, six hundred kilograms of white flour, and two thousand five hundred honeycomb coal!

In other words, this time, Song Sanyuan harshly knocked Qin Yinglin on a "resistance agreement".

Qin Yinglin gritted his teeth and thought of the future "happiness" of his baby daughter and the situation where the Song family was so poor that they looked like they were. Then look at Song Sanyuan, a guy who had not graduated from high school and had only a junior high school degree. Except for a guy who looked good and had nothing to do with his body, Qin Yinglin, as a "high-level intellectual", immediately made a decision.

"You wait, I'll go get the money!"

After Qin Yinglin finished speaking, he got up and went straight to the inner room.

Soon, Qin Yinglin came out of the inner room again. In front of Song Sanyuan, he dipped his thumb in his mouth and quickly counted ten new banknotes with the pattern of "Works and Peasants" in person, and then handed them to Song Sanyuan.

A hundred-dollar bill in this era is extremely rare. Almost all people use this kind of ten-dollar bill for large-scale transactions. In the future, this kind of bill has become a "collection" that many collectors are competing for. A brand new "worker, peasant and soldier" can be sold for about 200 yuan.

"Hey, these ten pictures are all brand new, exactly one hundred yuan!" Qin Yinglin finished speaking, and picked up the "Agreement Break Agreement" again, "Sanyuan, it's up to you now!"

Song Sanyuan smiled, crushed the cigarette in his hand and sucked half of the cigarette, then took the banknotes, and tactfully signed and stamped the agreement - according to the old methods, he pressed his handprint.

The Qin family has never lacked ink paste or something, so after pressing the handprint, Song Sanyuan had to wipe his red thumb hard on the snow-white wall of Qin Yinglin's family.

Qin Yinglin could only roll his eyes when he saw this. Nima, this wall was only painted during the Chinese New Year!

Song Sanyuan looked at Qin Yinglin with a painful look on his face, and couldn't help but feel funny. This deal was really "full of joy".

He was happy inside. Song Sanyuan couldn't help but pick up the cup of sugar water that Qin Yueyuan had made for him, took a sip of it happily, and said, "Sweet, so sweet!"

Qin Yinglin's mouth twitched again, "Since it's sweet, drink more!"

"Uncle, I'm actually very curious. What business are you going to start this time?" Song Sanyuan sipped sugar water, his posture was comfortable, and he started to gossip curiously.

"Oh, it's okay if you don't mention it, but I'm really embarrassed to say it!" Qin Yinglin slapped his thigh hard, saying that he was embarrassed to say it. Deep down, I urgently need someone to vent.

After so many years, Qin Yinglin failed to start a business and failed, which caused everyone's laughing stock, but he was not convinced. He was a college student! He was educated and knowledgeable! If even knowledge could not transform the primary productive force, wouldn't it be in vain to study for so many years?

"I'm going to tell you, three yuan! I opened a leather factory before, but who knew I lost money. Now there is a lot of goods in the warehouse!" Qin Yinglin took a sip of the cigarette hard and crushed the cigarette butts into the ashtray. "But that sentence is well said, failure is the mother of success! Now I figured it out. Leather was not my strength at the beginning! What is my strength? I studied agriculture and animal husbandry, and of course my strength is breeding!"

Song Sanyuan blinked: "So Uncle Qin, you are ready---"

"Raising pigs! Responding to the call of the country, give birth to less children and raise more pigs!" Qin Yinglin became excited and stood up from his seat, put his hands on his hips and waved Fangqiu, "I am going to strip the leather factory and change it to a pig farm! Now everything is ready, I only owe the east wind, I only owe the money to build a pigpen, the money to buy piglets, and the money to buy pig feed!"

"Uncle Qin, you are not ready for everything, you are not required to be the east wind, you are not required to be the southeast, west and north wind!" Song Sanyuan quipped with a smile.

Qin Yinglin's old face turned red and sat down again, "If I sell all the backlog of leather, I can make up enough money, and then my pig farm will be opened!"

When Qin Yinglin said this, he knew that it was a dream.

The leather he had backlog was basically men's and women's bags and belts. The quality was good, but it had no brand and was a three-no product. He was originally going to enter a department store to buy and sell, but who knew that he was returned in the end, and now he could only be moldy in the warehouse!

Of course, he couldn't tell Song Sanyuan that he was a college student and an entrepreneur after all!

"So, Sanyuan, don't underestimate me, you Uncle Qin, will succeed sooner or later! This era will eventually belong to someone like me who dares to make a breakthrough and fight! A person like me who is brave enough to start a business without fear of hardships and dangers!" Qin Yinglin was passionate and spit out stars.

Song Sanyuan nodded and drank the tea casually: "Uncle Qin, I believe in you!"

Qin Yinglin felt more and more like Song Sanyuan, "Don't say you believe me, our whole family believes me very much! If you don't say anything else, now I even have the name of the pig farm! It's called 'Muyuan'!!!"

"Puchi!" Song Sanyuan squirted out a mouthful of tea, stood up and stared at Qin Yinglin, and said in shock: "Uncle, what did you say?"

Qin Yinglin didn't expect Song Sanyuan to react so much, "What's wrong? I said that the name of my pig farm is 'Muyuan'--I'm just raising pigs now. In the future, I will also do feed processing, pig breeding, and pig slaughtering... I want to develop my company into a group, and I want to make it a listed company!"

Song Sanyuan was completely stunned!

Muyuan Group?

The largest food group in Henan Province in the future!

Qin Yinglin!

The Pig King of Thousand Billions!

In the future, the richest man in Henan Province will have assets of up to tens of billions!

Song Sanyuan looked at his hand that had just pressed the seal, and then looked at the richest man who almost became his future father-in-law. He suddenly understood what it means to "miss several hundred million!"

No!
Chapter completed!