Sitting in the car and breaking open the shell of a chestnut, Wang Zhaomou looked sideways at the neighborhood next to him and put the still-hot chestnut into his mouth.
The acquisition of the real estate company went extremely smoothly. Among the several real estate companies Old Qi found, by coincidence, one company had a only piece of land in its hands, which happened to be in the community opposite bar Yehun
The owner of this real estate company originally saw the prosperous Yehun so he bought the land opposite, hoping to convert the residential land into commercial land, build shops, and make a lot of money.
Things were going relatively smoothly before. The boss got through the relationship with the Su City Planning Department and his plan was about to happen. However, the deputy mayor in charge of Su City noticed this situation. Considering that this land was originally designated as a residential land, firmly disagree with the change in the nature of the land use rights.
So the matter was put on hold. The real estate company spent a lot of money to acquire this land, but now it can't even change the nature of the land use, let alone subsequent projects.
When Old Qi came to this company, the boss had already taken debts and the employees' wages were missing for three months, and staff were panicked.
After Wang Zhaomou decided to acquire the company, he immediately held a staff meeting to pay the company's previously owed wages and stabilize the company morale. Within a week, he set up the company canteen, provided free working meals to employees, established a paid leave system, and subsidized transportation expenses.
These actions stabilized the company's atmosphere, and some employees who originally wanted to leave with unpaid wages also stayed.
After everyone was united, Wang Zhaomou determined the company's short-term direction and made it clear that the land in hand would not be converted into commercial land, but would be used to build small high-rise residential buildings. Although many people doubted whether the funds could be repaid, it seems that the new boss has already made up his mind, they could only swallow their doubts.
"By the way, Wang Zhaoyun has been working at Wang's these two days. How has he been doing?" Wang Zhaomou peeled chestnuts and asked Old Qi casually.
"He got acquainted with a bunch of flattering friends in the company " Old Qi sighed, "Recently, He isn't coming to company regularly, He is late for work, leaves early after work, and even sleep during meetings. His supervisor does not dare to say anything because of his status. What to say, and..."
"What else?" Wang Zhaomou said calmly.
"Master Zhaoyun made a scene in his supervisor's office yesterday. He said that even dogs can do whatever the supervisor asked him to do. Did you and the supervisor discuss it and deliberately suppress him and prevent him from using his talents?"
Wang Zhaomou smiled, it was not unexpected at all.
"Give him a promotion." Wang Zhaomou squeezed the chestnut, his eyes under the lenses smiled lightly, "Give him the management of the plastic products factory that is still in operation."
The plastic products factory is Wang's fortune-making industry. Even though the efficiency is not as good as before, Wang's father still attaches great importance to it.
"Boss, isn't this... bad?" Old Qi was a little embarrassed. There was no telling what would happen to a good factory in Wang Zhaoyun's hands.
"I have such a heavy burden, so he should help me share some of it." Wang Zhaomou lowered his eyes and continued peeling chestnuts, the scratch on the young man's face flashing through his mind.
"Besides, I have other things to do."
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The next afternoon, what Ji Dabao had been worried about finally happened.
Ji Lianhuo patted the gray plastic jar, shaking out the last bit of rice cereal powder, and washed it with boiling water. It was so thin and weak that the fragrance of rice cereal could hardly be smelled.
Ji Dabao drank spoonfuls of rice cereal with clear soup and little water, feeling bitter in his heart but unable to express it.
Seeing Ji Dabao drink the water in a sensible way, Ji Lianhuo felt a little uncomfortable. He took out the money he earned in the past two days, calculated it again and again, and gritted his teeth to take six yuan.
Ji Dabao poked his head out curiously. A can of rice cereal didn't seem to cost more than six yuan.
"Last time I went to the clinic, the doctor said you were malnourished and needed to eat some milk powder." Ji Lianhuo took out a small notebook, skipped the English words written at the front, and turned directly to the back, holding the money to record.
"The stall will be closed in a while, and I'll go to the canteen with you to buy milk powder."
milk powder?
Ji Dabao's eyes light up little by little. Can he drink milk powder? !
Thinking about the smell of milk powder, Ji Dabao wiped the corners of his mouth in vain, lay on Ji Lianhuo's back, and couldn't help waving his little hands excitedly.
'milk powder!
After drinking rice cereal for so long, I can finally taste the taste of milk powder!'
Sensing child's happiness, Ji Lianhuo couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, put the half-stub of the pencil in his pocket, put away the accounting book, and continued to look at the stall.
The strong man patrolling not far away knew that the big boss was patronizing this stall, so he took extra care of him. He looked over from time to time to see if the young man and the old man selling chestnuts needed help.
As night approached, there was a rare peace. Ji Dabao kept thinking about milk powder and dreaming about drinking milk powder. When he woke up and saw that it was dark, he was even more happy.
There were fewer and fewer people on the street. Ji Lianhuo took a breath of hot air in his hand and began to prepare to close the stall. The man patrolling next to him came over to help. He lifted the fruit box and placed it firmly on the small flatbed cart.
Ji Lianhuo thanked him, pushed the cart and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard a hurried shout from behind.
"That fruit seller, don't leave!"
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