I didn't go anywhere at noon, so I just prepared two side dishes in the office to entertain Kang Bicheng.

The boss in Jinling Sihaitong did not dislike him, and even said happily: "This is what I want!"

While drinking and hearing the heat, Kang Bicheng inadvertently sighed, "My uncle should quit in two years. I don't know if he can drink with you again."

After the words were spoken, Jinling's "Slim Claw White" sobered up instantly. After sucking two sips of the stir-frying screws, he saw Han Yi not asking, but he couldn't hold it in, "Don't you want to know which one it is?"

Han Yi said strangely: "So what can I do if I ask? Can he reduce my taxes or can he give my company a special note?"

"...you." Kang Bicheng poked at him with chopsticks, and finally turned around and grabbed the cold skin.

Han Yi laughed loudly, then raised his glass to laugh and said, "Boss Kang, don't be angry, I will punish myself for three cups." As he said that, he was about to raise his head and kill it.

Kang Bicheng grabbed his hand and said dissatisfiedly: "You are not authentic, you will be able to turn over a bottle of wine and you will be all over your stomach."

"Haha... Then come together."

After almost the meal, Han Yi asked, "I heard that you are the one who is behind you, why don't you make a huge profit?"

Although he was blushing, Kang Bicheng was intoxicated. After lit a cigarette, he said slowly: "You don't look at where this is. How many pairs of eyes in the province are staring at it? It's too out of place to be sent to the frontier at any time. These things that you are doing now are also borderline behaviors. Once the wind direction is wrong one day, it will be cut off at any time."

Han Yixin felt sad and nodded and didn't say anything.

At this point, Kang Bicheng basically stopped talking. He smiled and stood up and said, "Originally today was your opening day. There are some things I shouldn't say, but since I ate your food and drank your wine, I'll talk a little more."

As he said that, he turned around and looked at the workshop outside, "I advise you to take this thing more leisurely, there is no future."

Han Yi knew that he was doing his own good and nodded and said, "I know it in my heart."

"If you have several lines, I'll leave first."

Just as he took a step, Kang Bicheng folded it back, dipped his finger in wine and wrote a word on the table, raised his head and said, "I like you very much. If you have any ideas in the past two years, come to me. But the same sentence is still the same, be harmonious!"

Han Yi stared at the word "water" on the table and nodded heavily.

...

Before returning to school in the evening, Han Yi called his home.

No matter what, it is considered to be a business, and it always makes my family feel happy.

He was the one who touched the ground on the phone.

On the other end of the phone, his father asked with a little depressing excitement: "Is it my eldest son..."

"It's me, dad, have you rest?"

"Monne. Yingzi and Xiaobao are doing homework. Are you pickling pickles in the western room? Do you want her to answer the phone?"

Han Yi could hear that his father said he wanted him to answer the phone, and he couldn't help but talk to him for a while.

In fact, it is not just the father and son. The whole world is similar and rarely communicates with each other, but whoever asks his son what he does is more fierce than anyone else.

It was because he knew that he smiled and said, "What's the matter? I want to sue you that your eldest son's factory opened today. Did Uncle Ge tell you?"

"I said it all, but I didn't ask in detail. How big is the factory? I invited many people to slaughter? Is there any slaughter..." Han Yi's father was interrupted by his mother before he finished his words.

"Why do you say so much? Just let your eldest son say it, you can listen."

Han Yi smiled and said, "What's the matter? The factory has 1,200 cubic meters, which is 200 cubic meters larger than the Tujia kiln factory. Not to mention Xiaohuzi and me, there are now 32 people."

There was a sound of smoking hookahs on the opposite side. After more than 10 seconds, his father even said a few "okays" and then said: "The son of the Massacre bought a smoke last month. He crushed the rhubarb to death when he passed by my house, and said that you were just trashing money when you went to college."

Han Yimu's mother complained: "Why tell your eldest son about these unlucky things? He has so many things to do every day, so you can make things difficult for him."

His father argued: "I'm not making trouble, I just want to say that my eldest son is not slaughtering money, and he can afford to buy smoke now."

"You old man is just talking, why is it so hard to speak? Four wheels cost a lot. You are here to urge blind things."

Seeing that my father stopped talking, Han Yi blinked and said, "Dad, I promise to buy a smoke at the end of the year and stop the horn at his doorstep."

"If you want it, you have it!" His father replied happily, and then smoked there again.

His mother quickly said to the phone: "Son, collect the money, don't listen to your father's talk about anything. Dahuang is at the age of a station and will die sooner or later."

"I know it. Dahuang's house guard has been in the hospital for six or seven years. My father should be angry." He paused and asked with a smile: "Yingzi and Xiaobao miss them, let me listen to the sound."

Soon, Han Xiaobao's tender voice sounded over there, "Do you know who I am?"

"Well, I heard it." Han Yi said with a smile.

"Last time, Brother Xiaohu brought me a plane, but I haven't pressed it yet. Do you hear that if you ask him to send me the drawings?"

There was a "pop" sound of knocking on the head on the phone, and then my sister Han Ying said, "Brother, don't listen to him nonsense, his plane had already broken."

Han Yi asked: "Then have you studied well recently?"

"How can I not study the quota? My goal is to get into Jinling Normal University like you, your brother."

Han Yi laughed and said, "Okay! Father and son fight, brother and sister in battle, you should study hard, and the prince is waiting for you here."

Han Yi didn't tell his family what factory he opened and how much money he invested to avoid scaring them.

In their concept, more than 10,000 yuan is a big money, and a hundred thousand yuan can make them unable to sleep or eat. If more than 100,000 yuan, it doesn’t make any difference to them. Anyway, they don’t have that concept, and saying it is useless.

As for the kiln factory of Tujia, it is a bit big, but just make some lumps of earth and bake them in the kiln. How much is it worth?

...

Few people on campus wear formal clothes, even teachers and professors.

So when Han Yi, who was wearing a suit and tie, passed by, others looked curiously.

Han Yi soon discovered something was wrong. When he saw that he was still wearing the suit from the opening business, two girls walked towards him diagonally.

The two of them were talking and laughing all the way with their books in their arms. When they saw Han Yi in suits and tie, they were stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

One of the bob heads asked, "You are Han Yi, are you?"

"What's wrong?" Han Yi asked.

However, he quickly recognized that this bob was He Xiaoxiao's roommate Zhang Xinya. Another girl with upturned eyebrows and sarcastic speaking is Tang Mier, who is also He Xiaoxiao's roommate.

Zhang Xinya poked his clothes with her fingers and laughed: "Are you going to go to the salesperson or be your best man? Is it so formal?"

“Uh…opening celebration.”

Tang Mi'er's lips curled up and said sarcastically: "Oh, you can attend the opening ceremony. Is it a bun shop or a small shop?"

Tang Mier's sarcasm did not arouse Han Yi's anger at all. He knew very well that this society was so realistic. If he was passing by in a BMW and Mercedes-Benz, this woman would definitely have another face.

But it doesn’t matter. The mouth is on others. Just go and make a statement. Ten years later, no, let’s see what they will do in a year.

"Haha, yes, it's a small shop!" Nodded, Han Yi left with a smile...
Chapter completed!