Let’s Go, Wheat

Chapter 177: 192 started laying the foundation

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The sun rose one foot high, and half of the mountain city was separated by the crowd on the west bank of Yuehu Lake.

On the temporary rostrum, fresh flowers blossomed and the red carpet was laid, and the scene was very grand. In the audience, leading guests successively signed in and talked about it.

This groundbreaking ceremony was an entry point for Yuehu Villa to market, but whoever watched the people at the scene would doubt that this year's political, business and cultural gala was held ahead of schedule

Peng Chen is young and handsome, even in this kind of occasion, he belongs to the eye-catching category. At this moment, he is following a middle-aged man with a fortitude, shaking hands with the guests one by one. The phone vibrated for a while, glanced at the caller ID quickly, and met the middle-aged man's eyes, and walked behind the inkjet propaganda wall.

"The weather today is good."

"not nervous."

"Everything is arranged, and you just need to follow the steps later."

"Yeah. If I can't make up my mind, I will ask my uncle and uncle."

"Don't worry! It's late, you can rest early. When you wake up, you will be able to see the recorded video on the spot."

Quietly, Shen Zhou returned with his travel bag. Wearing a black leather jacket and pants, wearing an exaggerated toad mirror, he leaned against the propaganda wall and listened quietly to the root of the wall.

Looking at Peng Chen in front of him, he couldn't help but twitch on his thin lips: This guy laughed so happy and contented! Isn't it just a small villa, so happy to be like this

There was a faint call, guessing it was the home phone. Suddenly I was mischievous, walked quietly over, and suddenly yelled: "Peng Chen, Mai Mai asked you to wash your feet!"

Peng Chen's breath quickly turned around. Seeing the two white dangling front teeth under the toad mirror, raised his hand, a fist faced Shen Zhou's stomach and went down.

Through the radio waves, the sound reached the other side of the ocean accurately and came from the hands-free phone.

Dad Peng stretched out, yawned, and said, "Let's go to sleep, don't worry. Shen Zhou is here, they can discuss everything."

Ma Peng nodded, but didn't follow it. Moved over to the phone and asked, "Shen Zhou? Where have you been, since there has been no news for a long time?"

Peng Chen turned the phone to Shen Zhou, and saw Tang Yin approaching here with anxious eyes, thinking of what was wrong, he walked out.

Shen Zhou didn't care about this, and he answered the phone and started talking on the phone: "Peng Ma, I miss you too. But there is no way, my brother caught Hang Ding. You have been eating well these days? Sleeping well? Mahjong Happily playing?"

Ma Peng was dizzy and stunned, "You stinky boy, how come you are so naughty when you grow up. I ask you, are you familiar with Miss Wheat?"

"Ripe, more ripe than the oranges on the branches now."

"Then she can play mahjong?"

Shen Zhou smirked, it turned out that Peng's daughter-in-law was the most important one. It seems that Ma Peng is really stinky for a while, and she wants to find a partner and successor: "I don't know about this. Can you ask Peng Chen?"

"He doesn't have you caring, he has a sharp look. I don't know who it looks like, his mouth is as close as a clam shell."

"Don't worry, your prince is very powerful. If she wants to flatter you, let alone playing mahjong, you just have to take a UFO, and she will also get the flight certificate."

"Haha..." Madam Peng was teased by Shen Zhou's glib tongue: "Smelly boy, if you want to slap me up, just say it, don't be so circumspect and suggest me to be the empress..."

Listening to the two people getting more and more frightened, Dad Peng had to get up and return to the room first.

Here, as soon as Peng Chen sent Tang Yin away, Qian Xiaohai walked through the crowd and walked in front of him.

"just came back?"

"Ok."

"Have they signed?"

"Signed it, and the tape is in the office."

Approval flashed in Peng Chen's eyes, and he reached out and patted Qian Xiaohai's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Thank you!"

The company has recently signed a contract with a Hangzhou supplier, and the two sides are stuck in a deadlock because of the price. The other party wanted to fight psychological warfare and protracted warfare. He didn't have time, so he asked Xiaohai to mediate with them nearby at school, and let him train and train by the way. Unexpectedly, he really gnawed down this bone.

Qian Xiaohai's condolences to Peng Chen took it for granted and dealt with it calmly. Take out a small red paper bag from the shoulder bag and hand it over: "My sister gave it to you."

"what?"

"She said it was the money."

Looking at the small red paper bag in his hand, Peng Chen was full of black lines! I searched my neck, wishing to see her right away. After we parted in the morning, her mind was full of her warm fragrant nephrite, and she lost consciousness several times without realizing it. As long as she can come and stand by her side, who cares about the money of the labor.

However, the search results are destined to be disappointed.

"My sister didn't come. I just ran into it at the intersection and said that there was something else, so she gave me the things and left."

"It's okay." Enduring a series of fermented disappointments, Peng Chen sullen his face and pretended to be generous: "You go to Tang Yin first. Something happened to her and she needs manpower."

Qian Xiaohai was in high spirits and left with his orders.

After Peng Chen walked back to the propaganda wall, he grabbed the phone and ended the call in a few sentences. Then he threw it away, and the keychain fell into Shen Zhou's hands accurately: "I have prepared a suit for you in the car. Go and change it, hurry up and help."

Shen Zhou was dissatisfied, raised his eyebrows, and still looked like squatting: "Forgive me, the broken stall in my house has not been cleaned up yet. It's not just the start of the foundation stone, what a big deal, I have to toss me. Come back all the way."

"I won't let you go for nothing."

"What's the good thing?" Shen Zhou's spirit was shocked when he smelled the meaning behind the words.

Peng Chen was also straightforward: "I have been busy these days. I was doing the preparatory work. After the start of construction, the construction supervision will be under your control..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zhou threw back the key, picked up the travel bag and lifted his leg to leave. Before taking three or five steps, a voice came from behind him in a hurry: "Nan Weiwei is back!"

Shen Zhou stagnated, did not look back, and then strode forward even more. Unsurprisingly, a follow-up report came from behind again: "She is not engaged. Now she is alone in Huayang, working with Mai."

The figure in front stopped. Immediately, the travel bag flew over. Peng Chen dodged it risky, and was not annoyed. Instead, he showed an unknown smile.

Seeing him smiling, Shen Zhou became even more angry. The eyes are scarlet, and the roots of the teeth are almost crumbling. In the end, he just returned the same way, with his head drooping and spreading his hands, word by word popped out: "Key-key-take-come."

After teasing Shen Zhou, Peng Chen felt much more comfortable. He weighed the weight of the small paper bag in his hand, snorted, and resignedly opened the seal: Latent wheat, you'd better pray that the amount of your bag satisfies me, otherwise, Kindly send me money the next morning, and see how I clean up you...

Not far away, Latent Wheat shivered inexplicably, and sneezed by the way.

Coincidentally, today is also the day when "Lovely You" officially opens classes.

Unlike the grand scene of the groundbreaking ceremony of Yuehu Villa, everything here is quiet. No gongs and drums, no ribbons flying, no salutes. If you have to find a place out of the ordinary, it is the warm and elegant hall glass table, full of "meeting gifts" that are incompatible with the interior decoration.

There are mushrooms and fungus packed in home-made bags; homemade rice wine with well-sealed seals; pickled yellow croaker with a strong salty taste; and even an oversized fat pig front hoof...

Feeling the parents' express gratitude, but their disrespect, Qianmai asked Chen Mo to accept it all.

The folks in these mountainous areas, despite their crude clothes and struggling on the poverty line, they understand better than anyone else about right and wrong, and the worldly affections of people. Even if you only receive a little bit of favor from others, you will feel sincere and frightened, and you have to take out your own good things and return it to your heart to feel comfortable.

With the cooperation of everyone, everything is going on tightly and orderly for "Lovely You".

Outside, Wang Zhigao and Sun Hongmei sent the first issue to various relevant departments.

In the hall, Chen Mo was learning about the children's specific situation with their parents, focusing on determining the safe transportation on the way; Liu Feipeng distributed the copies of the children's all-round ear examination report to the parents, and used his own expertise to do the details one by one. Analysis.

In the studio, part-time teachers of the school for the deaf and dumb not only teach the children to paint, but also lead them into a colorful world through entertaining and entertaining. Cao Shan, newly dressed, sits among the 12 children, neatly folded hands and arms, his eyes are wide open, and he stares motionlessly at the paintbrush in the teacher's hand. With a fascinating look, who would associate him with the kid who was tired of studying and skipping classes before.

After strolling down in a circle, Qianmai found sadly that he had become the only person who had nothing to do with "lovely you".

This is not the original intention of her founding, the only blame is that Chen Mo has arranged everything too well. All the conditions were better than originally expected, and they were on track earlier and faster. It seems that if you work harder and set up a professional fund for the children, she will be able to retire.

With nothing to do, Qianmai had to start reviewing the financial expense statement prepared by Chen Mo. He really calculated it, except for this, she couldn't get in on anything.

Not long after, the office door was opened, and Nan Weiwei's face was incredulous: "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?" Qianmai continued the checkup work without lifting his head. It's a hell, why people keep asking her this sentence today. Uncle is, cousin is, so is Xiaohai. When entering the door in the morning, Sun Hongmei and other people directly stared.

"Okay! Of course! This is your place." Nan Weiwei came in, pulled a chair and sat next to her, her eyes lit up, and she sensitively discovered the ring on her hand, it seemed that good things were coming soon. Asked gossiping: "How do you feel?"

He banged his finger on the calculator, and answered the wrong question: "It's subtle, it seems to be a mother..."

Nan Weiwei immersed her head in her handbag, an unsteady one, and almost knocked her head on the office desk. Just about to make a joke, Qian Mai turned his head as if thinking seriously, and then swallowed silently.

Of course she knew what Latent Wheat meant. When she returned to China this time, she also came into contact with some deaf-mute children. The condition of these children cannot be improved by a few words of love and kindness. Just downstairs, through the glass, seeing the exaggerated mouth and gestures of the teacher when he was teaching, I couldn't help feeling suffocating. Before that, it was really hard for her to imagine that she would actually take on such a heavy and tiring burden with her character of laughing and joking and avoiding the weight.

When she turned to what she was looking for, Nan Weiwei took it out and pushed it on the desk: "This is money. It's great for you to be here, so I don't need to send it there."

Qianmai put down the report on hand, and Gu Lulu glanced over the three red envelopes displayed in sequence, signed by "Nan Weiwei", "Liu Feipeng" and "Wang Zhigao and his wife". I was stunned for a while, and then laughed like I saw the jokes of the century: "You are a pig! Who are we with whom, come here to be such a different way. I really want to rob, and only choose your father and mother. This kind of wealth is generous. You little monsters save the time! Liu Feipeng is still studying, and Wang Zhigao has to pay the mortgage..."

As a result, a notepad smashed her head on her head: "You are a pig. Cai is confused, so hurry up and pour a glass of ice water to wake up. I really thought it was for you?"

Is not it? Qianmai was so silly, stroking his head, his eyes watery and complaining: "Damn it, don't you be so misleading..."

"You put it away, this is for Peng Chen."

The answer was finally revealed, and Qian Mai rolled his eyes in exchange. Isn't this obvious spear and shield? Also, since when did he become his saver? Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it resolutely.

The two of them had been donkeys for a long time, until exactly at ten o'clock, the Huayang Second TV screen was turned into a live broadcast state, and Nan Weiwei still couldn't help Qianmai.

After a while, the host chirping, the camera cuts into the scene. The two of them didn't listen to the "reconstruction of a thousand-year old road" or "the arrival of a holiday-style life", their eyes were wide open, and they were busy looking for people.

"Look, Peng Chen has appeared." After a few shots, they easily found a familiar figure on the podium.

Among the row of middle-aged men who are deep and introverted, bald, or fattened, Peng Chen is young and dazzling. Although at this moment, he has a cold eye and a focused expression, and his expression is extremely stubborn. But these can't conceal the shrewdness and sharpness in his bones.

Qianmai was in a trance for a moment. Is this man on the TV really the one who hugged himself blushing and muttered "nervous" last night? At this moment, sitting among a group of successful people in Huayang's reputation, he looked so young and energetic.

For the first time in his life, Qian Mai realized that such Peng Chen seemed to be far away from her.

The groundbreaking ceremony of Yuehu Villa is a typical official route. Several relevant leaders spoke in turn, stupefied that they sublimated an ordinary commercial development project to a cultural strategic sense.

"Is Peng Chen handsome today? He is completely alone and doesn't look like someone who just came out of society at all."

"Yeah. He is very handsome today." Qianmai agreed with his heart.

"He borrowed this Dongfeng wonderfully! Once he developed the Huayang Ancient Road in his mountain boundary, he hooked up with the Millennium Culture. Now, the entire Huayang leadership team is chanting slogans for him for free..."

Qianmai glanced over calmly, eyes full of doubts, why did this girl's brain suddenly become full

Nan Weiwei shrugged and confessed: "My cousin said it." Then, there was another helpless sigh: "He also said that if my parents have a son like Peng Chen, they must The more peace of mind, the more peace of mind, I am afraid that dreams will wake up with a smile."

sweat! Unexpectedly, Bingberg would be so unrelenting in cutting off his relatives.

Guessing that she was boiled and deep-fried by Nan Haoran for a while, she was devastated with nowhere to complain, and Qian Mai's mind could no longer be balanced. Being a "poor second generation" is hard, and being a "rich second generation" is not easy! She was kind-hearted, and just wanted to read a few "life"-level lullabys to her, but Nan Weiwei suddenly pointed at the TV and exclaimed: "Why is he here?"

"Who?" The screen flashed past, without time to see clearly.

"It is wrong, it must be wrong!" Nan Weiwei shook her head and whispered softly.

Qian Mai is strange, and was about to ask, the door was opened, and the front desk lady was ordered to come up to get the information. Seeing that Nan and Qian were also watching Huayang Second Set, they talked enthusiastically: "The two are watching too. In the lobby downstairs, everyone said that the owner of Yuehu Villa is young and promising. It looks good."

This is the typical layman watching the excitement!

Latent Wheat nodded lightly, indicating that he knew it. Putting aside the topic and asked, "Is the hall almost busy?"

"It's almost there. Some parents go shopping for errands and come back to pick up their children in the afternoon."

At this time, the TV camera switched back to the rostrum, and the mayor of Huayang leaned close to Peng Chen, not knowing what he said, and he smiled knowingly. A close-up, the lady at the front desk was idiotic in an instant. His eyes glowed, and he yelled with excitement: "This man is great! Handsome and rich! I really want it..."

Someone coveted Peng Chen so blatantly!

Nan Weiwei smiled so hard, raised her hand to cover her lips, admiring Qian Mai who was still watching TV next to her.

As if playing a TV series, the next minute, when another close-up of Peng Chen appeared, the plot took a sharp turn.

"The ring on the handsome guy's hand is so dazzling!" The pink bubble disappeared, and the front desk lady burst into tears with a bitter face. In the end, I still did not forget to complain about the sadness of the spring and autumn: "How come all the good men have been robbed these days?"

Qianmai is embarrassed, I am not Mu Guiying, grab some man. But in the end, he just pointed to the information in her hand, and said lightly: "You go down first, Chen Mo may be waiting in a hurry."

Nan Weiwei couldn't hold back the first second the door closed, and she laughed out loud. This life is really terrifying and terrible.

Latent Wheat seemed to be okay, calm, and continued to stare at the TV screen. In a flash, she saw her brother Qian Xiaohai, holding the folder, as if talking to a beautiful woman. Those in a hurry these days have forgotten to help him prepare suitable clothes. At this moment, he was dressed in simple denim underwear, and he looked very shabby with the surrounding famous brands.

His face darkened, and he blamed himself inwardly.

Next, Nan Weiwei would be wrong, and came over to tease her: "Are you upset? Would you like me to scold her for you?"

Qian Mai was stunned, he held his head for a while, and immediately got an idea: "Give him a warning."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Nan Weiwei couldn't help praying for the lady at the front desk. Unexpectedly, this "he" is not "she". Qianmai turned on his mobile phone, flicked his thumb, and sent Peng Chen a threatening text message to Peng Chen: "Don't laugh! I will recruit a junior!"

Then, the dizzy thing happened.

In broad daylight, in full view, in the golden eyes of the live broadcast camera, the young and handsome owner of Yuehu Villa's mouth grew bigger and bigger, and he smiled silly and happily idiotically, and even played a cell phone on the podium.

Nan and Qian looked at each other, astonished as Mr. Lu Xun back then.

Before he had time to calm down, the text message ringing in his hand rang. When I opened it up, a FLASH boy was beating his chest, crying and shouting: "My wife, my husband is wronged!"

At this point, Nan Weiwei was completely dumbfounded: "It's really a pair of live treasures! This kind of occasion can actually be fun." Qianmai went straight to the ground and didn't dare to make a second time.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly behind. Peng Chen's speech was quite satisfactory, and the ribbon-cutting was also tight and orderly. Until the host announced the end of the ceremony, the salute was fired, the colored balls flew, and a perfect end came to an end. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)