Du Limei hurriedly said, "Sister Song, you misunderstood. Jingjing and I will come."

The Queen Mother was surprised: "You two are coming, that's great, just play mahjong."

The old lady has never been an elegant woman. You miss him. Back then, she was the wife of the construction boss. She dealt with workers on the construction site all day long. She has a generous personality and likes lively.

In recent years, the older I get, the more I like to gather in crowded places.

Song Qingyun's family is large and there are few people in the villa area. Every year when he goes home, he sees the house deserted, and the empress dowager is angry, so he keeps forcing our Comrade Song to get married and have children.

The old lady is very welcome to Durimi and Jingjing to stay at home for one night.

Durimi: "It's OK to play mahjong, but I have the conditions."

"What kind of relationship do we have? Don't be unconditional, just mention it."

"You have to eat better at your house."

"become."

"I want to shoot a video at your house."

"shoot."

"But you can't play mahjong, Jingjing needs to take the exam."

"What exam?" the queen mother asked in confusion.

After Du Limei said that Jingjing was going to take the local Z-Shanghai Bank, the empress dowager said happily: "It's a big deal to take the exam. It's really not a big deal. You can't help playing cards to delay your future. Jingjing will definitely pass the exam. I can also ask her to play with her when I go to work here in the future. If Jingjing doesn't play mahjong, then let's have another appointment tomorrow night."

She still wanted to play cards, but Durimei was helpless and had to say, "Please follow the guests."

In the afternoon, there were no tourists, and Qian Song went to Luo Shizhong to take a training class.

When he arrived at the ground, Song Qingyun walked in with a faint expression. Without talking to anyone, he sat on the sofa and took out his cell phone to play.

Luo Shizhong went up to say hello again tremblingly: "Secretary Song, you are here, I'll make tea for you."

Song Qingyun: "No, the environment here is good, I have nothing else to do, so I come and sit there and just see what illegal things you do."

Qian Song: "Song Qingyun, we are a serious business, don't talk nonsense."

Song Qingyun: "Isn't it illegal? But you have violated your conscience."

Qian Song: "Mythical condemnation is the saying of the weak, but I will never be kidnapped."

Song Qingyun: "Qian Song, tell you this. I come back here every day to sit there. Don't let me see the dirty things you do."

Qian Song: "You are still with me, okay, Song Qingyun, you want to sit here, whatever you want."

After saying that, he ignored him and began to train Luo Shizhong.

In health products companies like them, the products are actually the same, all relying on sales skills. After so many years of training in the market, I have already figured out many routines.

Yitong training lasted more than an hour.

Song Qingyun's butt hurt so much that she sat down and left depressedly until the night.

Another group of tourists were coming from the travel agency on the second day. If nothing unexpected happens, the tour guide and Qian Song will be taken to the health care product store.

Song Qingyun was afraid that something bad would affect the reputation of Hongshi Village, so he recorded the national poverty alleviation system for two hours in the village department, which could be regarded as completing this arduous task.

He stretched his waist long, and seeing that the time was about the same, he walked towards Luo Shizhong's family with his hands on his back.

Just after walking for less than two steps, Du Limei intercepted him halfway: "Song Qingyun, I just went to the village headquarters. They said you were out. I guess you were going to Luo Shizhong's house. As soon as you chased me, I really caught up."

"Is there anything you can't say on the phone?"

Du Limei: "Song Qingyun, borrow a car and I'll go into the city."

When Song Qingyun heard this, he borrowed a car, that would not work. Now the labor and capital are so poor that they only have one piece of oil left, just enough to get into the city for a round trip. If the car was given to Boss Du, this birdman would definitely not be able to refuel.

I have eaten a lot of this kind of loss before and can't be fooled anymore.

It is the beginning of the month, and how many days will be left before the tenth day of the salary, which is the most difficult time of the month. If I don’t have money to cheer up, I can’t go anywhere and can’t do work anymore?

Song Qingyun immediately shook his head: "Sorry, I won't lend it to the car and my wife."

Durimi: "Do you have a wife?"

"No."

"Then you can borrow a car."

Song Qingyun: "No, this logic seems to be problematic. Lao Du, we have a good relationship with each other, but this matter is undiscussed, you have lost my trust."

The words were harsh, but Durimi was not angry. It was not a matter of a day or two for the two of them to sarcasm and sarcasm for each other: "It doesn't matter if you lose your trust, but you have to help me with this. When I started the car just now, I couldn't fire. There was another urgent matter, so I can only find you."

Song Qingyun asked him why the car couldn't start again and if it was out of power.

Durimei Road, there is electricity, the motor is idling and slipping. I asked the repair shop, but there were no items. I shipped from the provincial capital, but I couldn’t get it today. I was in a hurry to use the car, so I could only lend you it.

Song Qingyun said, Lao Du, why are you keeping your broken car for? It's scrapped.

Du Limei said, if it is scrapped, there will be no car to drive. What is my identity? Ordinary car has a decline, so you have to have a luxury car worth millions to be decent. Do you buy it for me?

Song Qingyun: "You are not my father, why should I buy it for you? Okay, okay, even if you are my father, I am too poor to afford it, so I am very glad. By the way, what important occasion is Boss Du Limei going to attend today? Do you need a luxury car to support the scene?"

"I'm going to see Sister Song, is your mother? I'll stay in your house tonight."

"I...I think I should hammer you to death."

"Don't get me wrong, Jing Jing will take the exam tomorrow." Du Limei hurriedly told me about sending her daughter to the examination room and staying at Song Qingyun's house for one night.

Song Qingyun disagreed and said that Jingjing is all adults, which is just an ordinary exam. As for how hard the train is so mobilized? Can't you take a rural minibus into the city by yourself?

Du Limi suddenly felt a little sad and said, "I am not a qualified father, but in fact I am just a bastard, and I owe Jingjing all my life. This is the first time I have helped Jingjing to do something, which is very important. This is a kind of compensation for her and a kind of compensation for myself."

Song Qingyun sighed: "I can understand you. Life needs a sense of ritual. Forget it, I will use the car for two days. I will also go into the city, and everyone will go back together. By the way, remember to come on."

Durimi: "No, you have to go into the city yourself, why should I be cheering up?"

He really wanted to go to the city, not to write materials, but to report to the leader on the toilet and household registration to see if he could get some funds.

In fact, his life experiences are somewhat similar to Du Jingjing. Both of them lack fatherly love in middle school, which is a great regret in life. However, he died because his father was sick, while Du Jingjing was because his father was too scumbag.

Song Qingyun thought it was meaningless to see whether Jing Jing passed this exam. He worked well in the provincial capital, so why did he come to your small place?

However, it is also a beautiful thing to use this to repair their father-daughter relationship and make up for their regrets in life.

I gave the car keys to Durimi, and the travel agency guests there had arrived.

Without further ado, Song Qingyun went to Luo Shizhong's house again and said one sentence: "I don't care about serious business, but if there is any violation, don't blame us for not giving favors. I'll sit here and watch today."

Qian Song: "Secretary Song, you want to watch it, we welcome it. However, even if you are a door god here, it will not affect our business."

Song Qingyun: "Then let's go and see."

The next scene made Song Qingyun very frustrated. Today, the tourists in this car were quite rich. Qian Song and Luo Shizhong made a lot of talks, and they all donated money and bought them all, with a total sales reaching an astonishing 100,000 yuan.

Qian Song was very happy. He was about to become the department head and started a specialty store as soon as he took office. The most important thing is that Hongshi Village's tourism will definitely have great development prospects in the future. It is of great significance to seize this market as soon as possible.

With this performance, your own department manager can also convince the public.

"Master Luo, in the future, three or four groups of tourists will enter your store every month. Work hard. Once the performance is good, the company will give you more resources."

Luo Shizhong's share of all the past two days is almost 30,000, and he is in a good mood. He was very afraid of Song Qingyun and the village cadres, but now he teased him: "Secretary Song, I see you keep drinking tea and going to the toilet. If this continues, it is not good for your kidneys. Why don't I prescribe a prescription for you?"

The reason why he was afraid of village cadres was actually mainly because of poverty. Once a person was poor, he had no other choice in life. He could only stay in the mountains for the rest of his life, so he naturally could not offend village cadres.

Now that he is rich, he will be richer in the future, so naturally he will no longer be able to win Song Qingyun and others.

Seeing Song Qingyun being embarrassed, Qian Song said, "Oh, Lao Luo, you are trying to stretch your legs in front of Secretary Song, hahahaha."

"Stretch your legs?" Luo Shizhong was puzzled.

But Song Qingyun understood.

The so-called stretching of legs is an allusion, which comes from Zhang Dai's book "Night Ship". It tells that a monk in the Ming Dynasty was crossing the same boat with a scholar while riding a boat, and at night they squeezed into the same bed to sleep.

Along the way, the literati talked loudly. The monks initially had a sense of awe. They did not dare to stretch their legs and curl their feet while sleeping. While the literati was talking, the monk heard the flaw and asked the literati: "Is Dan Tai Mieming one person or two?"

The scribe replied: "Two people."

The monk asked again: "Is Yao and Shun one person or two?"

The scribe replied: "Of course there are two people."

The monk smiled and said, "Let the monk stretch his feet."

Qian Song is already mocking Song Qingyun.

Our Secretary Xiao Song suddenly had a gray face, stood up, and walked out without saying a word.
Chapter completed!