Seeing Luo Yonggui away, Fu Song paced back and forth in the office with his hands behind his back. Who were there still more than fifty pigs left to sell to?

It’s too troublesome for small vendors, so they still have to find big customers, and it’s best to eat them all in one bite.

Should I ask the Development Zone Management Committee?

Although I had a bad time with Director Liu before, I was still an old leader. Moreover, Director Liu has made great efforts when I came to Mu Da, so I should take care of him in terms of feelings and reason.

After picking up the phone, Fu Song asked to call the Comprehensive Office of the Development Zone Management Committee.

"Hey, Sister Feng? I'm Fu Song." The person who answered the phone there happened to be the person Fu Song was looking for.

"Oh, Director Fu Da is busy with everything, why did he call me if he has time?"

"Sister, don't slander me. Okay, I won't be kidding anymore. I'll ask you about something. Has your management committee sent out the New Year's goods?"

"Hey, don't mention it, I gave me some oranges and apples, and a bag of flour. Last year, there was meat. The meat price was so expensive this year, so I saved it."

"Sister, it's not easy to ask for pork? Have you forgotten what I do?"

"You?" Feng Fang was stunned for a moment and asked quickly: "Have your pig slaughtered?"

"It's not just about slaughtering, but it's almost sold. There are still more than fifty left. Report to Director Liu and see what he means."

Feng Fang said happily: "I'll go now!"

Less than ten minutes after I quit the phone, the phone rang.

When Fu Song picked up the phone and heard it, he smiled.

"Oh, it's Director Liu, okay, Director Liu, yes, I'm very busy all this time, yes, thank you for your concern. Oh? Brother Li Jun just hung up the phone. I understand, okay, our management committee has 20 heads, and the rest is given to the Foreign Economic and Trade Commission. No problem. OK, the price is easy to discuss. Director Liu just looks at it, haha, thank you, the leader! It's OK, it's OK, I'll visit you after the holiday, and see Director Liu again."

It's OK! Sell the remaining pigs in one call.

Except for the Management Committee who bought 20 pieces, the rest was made possible by the Foreign Trade Commission.

It must be Feng Fang who informed Li Jun, otherwise the Foreign Economic and Trade Commission would not have known so quickly.

In less than a day, I sold more than a thousand pigs. Who else is better than me?

After packing the bag, Fu Song prepared to return to school.

"Build a seven-star stove, cook three rivers with copper pots, set up the Eight Immortals table, entertain the sixteen parties, and come all the guests, rely on one mouth, smile when we meet..."

"Director Fu, Director Fu!"

Fu Songxun saw that it was Yu Sheng.

"You kid, why are you calling me? You're not steady at all! Let your sister know, just wait and be beaten." Fu Songgang sang out a bit of the taste of his previous life, but was suddenly interrupted by Yu Sheng. It would be strange if he could like him.

Yu Sheng curled his lips, you are so embarrassed to mention my sister. I heard from my sister that I haven’t seen you for more than a month, and I haven’t seen you so thin…

Of course, Yu Sheng could only think about this in his heart, and he would never dare to say it even if he was beaten to death.

"Director Fu, is the school's business done?"

"I'm done with my work, what's wrong? No, what's wrong, you guys, asking about this? Learn from your veterinarian!"

"The pigs are about to be slaughtered, and my master said it will be on holiday soon..."

"How old am I, I am still a college graduate, and I have been studying all the time, what about you?"

"Director Fu, can't I be wrong?"

"The attitude of admitting mistakes is inappropriate!"

Yu Sheng: “….”

Fu Song finally felt better when he saw that he was hit by him like an eggplant hit by frost. "What's the matter with me?"

"Ah?" Yu Sheng came to his senses, "That, isn't this going on vacation soon? My sister said she would invite you to eat dumplings at home."

Eating dumplings again? Fu Song suddenly remembered the heartbeat that night, and his old face couldn't help but turn red.

Fu Song was actually quite contradictory. After the winter solstice, he always hides from Yu Xin, intentionally or unintentionally.

No matter how dull Fu Song is, he can see what Yu Xin means to him.

Sometimes when it's late at night, Fu Song would ask himself if he likes a girl like Yu Xin. The answer is yes, big eyes, dimples, and beautiful face, and his figure are even more unspeakable. Which man doesn't like it? After living for two lifetimes, his first love happened to her.

But Fu Song always felt that something was missing between him and Yu Xin. As for what was missing, he couldn't say it, but he just felt this way in his heart.

If it was in his previous life, when he met a girl like Yu Xin, he would definitely pursue without hesitation and vowed to take her down. But after living again, Fu Song suddenly became cautious, and he didn't even know what was going on with this change.

Faced with Xin's second invitation, Fu Song was hesitant, or not to go?

Soon, Fu Song smiled self-deprecatingly, and his hesitation had actually given the answer.

"I'm afraid I don't have time to go, so I'll talk about it next time." Fu Song patted Yu Sheng's shoulder, really not knowing what to say.

Yu Sheng didn't think much and smiled, "Okay, when I go back, I'll tell my sister to tell her not to worry about it."

Fu Song's mouth twitched, and he felt guilty, and he always felt something in Yu Sheng's words...

Early the next morning, Fu Song and Ge Shouwen came to the pig farm together.

Good guy, there was a long convoy at the entrance of the pig farm, including large trucks, four-wheeled tractors, three-wheeled tractors, and even several hand-held tractors.

The pig house was even more lively, with people shouting, pigs screaming, and engine roaring.

When Ge Shouwen saw the people queuing up to pay the money, they were all holding bags full of money in their hands and sighed: "Everyone says that our country is poor. I thought so before, but today I realized that I was wrong."

Fu Song said: "You will get used to it later."

Ge Shouwen smiled and said, "You are so open-minded. When I think of the salary of about a hundred yuan a month, I feel a little discouraged."

Two desks were placed on the open space next to the pig house, put together as office desks. Zhou Hong sat behind the table, counting money constantly, and was sweating profusely.

Wang Dali came over with a bag and greeted from a distance: "Director Fu, I'll leave immediately after loading the car, come and say goodbye to you."

Fu Song touched his bag and smiled and said, "I won't blame me for emptiing all your money, right?"

Wang Dali said with a face full of fear: "No, no, no, the more you pay, the more I earn."

Fu Song shook his hands and said, "I won't keep you anymore. Pay attention to safety on the road and have a smooth journey!"

Half an hour later, the second person who had loaded the car came over to say goodbye to Fu Song.

Suddenly, a group of people rushed into the gate, all of whom were arrogant and could not stop Wang Dahu's thin body.

The factory guards were all helping load the trucks in the pig house. Without any stop, the group of people soon arrived at the pig house.

"We are from the Municipal Health Bureau. Some enthusiastic people report that your pig farm sells dead pigs. Don't leave. Yes, you are talking about you. If you have the engine in place, don't even think of pulling away a pig!"
Chapter completed!