Chapter 325 The Legend of the Past

Feng Jun has not returned home for nearly two years. After the Spring Festival last year, he did not return to this county.

However, when he came back this time, he was much more prosperous than the year before. He brought two cars, the Passat and the Phaeton.

Accompanying us were classmates Li Xiaobin and Mou Miao, and Liu Xiaoxuan also followed Mou Miao.

Feng Jun's hometown is located at the junction of the two provinces. It is a small county called Chaoyang, which is affiliated to Yunyuan City. It has a population of more than 200,000 and a relatively backward economy, mainly agriculture and forestry.

Feng Jun's family is in the county town. His grandfather's generation is considered an urban household registration. His grandmother gave birth to a total of five children, three of whom survive. Feng Jun's father, Feng Wenhui, is the eldest son. He also has a younger brother and a younger sister.

His home is located in the old town of Chengguan Town. The streets are not too wide, but the former supply and marketing cooperatives, department stores, textile factories, and printing factories were all here. Forty years ago, it was Chaoyang's well-deserved city center.

But now, the place seems a bit bleak. There are many privately built buildings, various pipelines are densely woven overhead, and sewage flows across the ground. The sewage system built fifty years ago can no longer meet the needs of the growing city. need.

Feng Jun's home is located in a large yard by the roadside. It originally had three bungalows. Because the side facing the street was demolished, a small second floor was built. One room of his house was also demolished, and the government subsidized a second floor. The facade of the building.

In a small county town, it's really not feasible to have a storefront on the second floor, so his canteen is a mile away, across the street.

Feng Jun first sent Li Xiaobin to her grandmother's house.

After a long journey, coupled with the rain and snow, his car was extremely dirty, but in such a small county town, with such a car, it can be considered handy.

Li Xiaotong's uncle came over to help move things, and he also kindly invited Feng Jun to sit in the house. His eyes were full of curiosity, and he probably thought that his nephew and daughter had finally found a home.

However, Feng Jun and Li Xiaotong said in unison that we are just classmates, we came back together during the New Year, and we are both from Chaoyang.

Then... there was no more. In her uncle's eyes, although the Passat was a good car, there were still many people in Chaoyang who could afford to drive a Passat.

Even more unbearable than her uncle was Feng Jun's father Feng Wenhui. I don't know what Lao Feng was thinking. He actually thought that what his son drove back was a Santana. "Son, you can't spend it arbitrarily if you have some money. This Santana costs twenty." Thousands of dollars, right?"

When Feng Jun heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Dad, my car is a little more expensive than Santana."

"Ah?" Lao Feng was shocked when he heard this, "What kind of business are you doing, a generator and a car?"

"It must be a serious business," Feng Jun explained without explaining carefully, "I have two degrees. Isn't it easy to make some money?"

He has been like this since he was a child. He rarely lets his family worry about his studies. When he gets naughty and mischievous outside, he does things alone and takes the blame. He doesn't tell his family when he suffers a loss, so his parents are relatively at ease with him.

Feng Wenhui looked at him deeply and said, "Since you can make money, remember to go home and don't be like last year."

This is purely a matter of which pot is not opened, but Feng Jun can vaguely feel that the old man can also guess that it is not easy for him, but the child is older, and parents will maintain the dignity of the child.

Feng Wenhui knew that the child drove a car that was "more expensive than Santana", so he ordered him to park the car on the side of the road and moved two cement blocks and placed them next to the car to prevent others from scratching him.

After doing this, Feng Jun consciously walked into his own canteen and helped his parents sell goods.

The canteens in the county town sell special items, including a pencil and half a pickle. They are so fragmented that many people buy things and have to spare some small items - buy you a pound of peanuts. , don’t you give me a piece of chewing gum?

This is nothing, the key is that most of the people buying things are acquaintances, and many people are the first to owe money.

Of course, there are not many people who owe money maliciously. If you owe money once or twice, it's fine. If you owe money for a long time, I won't do your business.

The key is that you can count less of what you owe on credit, but never count too much - if you count too much, your reputation will be ruined if someone discovers it.

This is not to say that you will be depressed if you fail to steal the chicken from the canteen. The key point is... you have to write down the accounts clearly one by one, and you have to be careful when doing the calculations, so as not to make mistakes.

This is already very torturous, and in the end when people write off the accounts together, they will say again, "Just wipe off the change."

So, in this industry, you can earn really hard money. In an industry with little technical content, how can you make money without hard work?

Now that the New Year is approaching, the canteen has bought a lot of firecrackers, couplets, incense candles, lanterns, balloons, fruits, gift boxes and so on, which is even more trivial.

However, Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi did not mind the trouble. Instead, they happily calculated, "This is the only time to make some money in the year. We will work harder next year... We will have to wait until the fifteenth year to sell anything again."

Feng Jun originally thought that he would have time to go and play with his friends, but after not seeing him for two years, the white hair on his father's head had increased a lot, his temples were almost completely white, and the wrinkles on his face had also increased.

So he stayed at the canteen and helped his parents.

His mother, Zhang Junyi, was considerate of him, "Why are you causing trouble here? Go and play with your friends. If you don't move around, your friendship will be divided."

Feng Jun smiled disapprovingly, "This thing about favors, rich people have distant relatives in the mountains... The son can live up to his own expectations."

He hasn't been back for two years and knows nothing about the prices of various commodities in the canteen, but he can help by weighing the scales, moving things, and greeting customers, which is somewhat useful.

He had only been here for about ten minutes, and many people came over to say hello, "Is the top student back?"

Feng Jun is also well-known in this street. He was naughty and mischievous when he was a child. After entering junior high school, he suddenly became enlightened. He ranked second in the County No. 1 Middle School in the high school entrance examination and was admitted to Yunyuan No. 1 Middle School. In the college entrance examination, he ranked second. With the admission score, I was admitted to the university.

After going to college, his legend continued. People in small places didn't know what a double degree meant. Their understanding was that Feng Jun completed his graduate studies in four years.

After that, he did not return to the county town, and almost no one was surprised. A good man with ambitions in the world, shrinking in this small morning sun, what's going on?

You can imagine that with his reputation in his hometown, if he doesn't get along well, how can he have the nerve to come back?

So he drove a car back today, and the old neighbors were a little surprised, but no one thought it was abnormal. The most they could ask was what brand the car was and how much it cost.

Feng Jun couldn't say anything about Phaeton in front of his parents. He could only vaguely say, "The ones made by the same factory as Santana are a little more expensive than Santana."

When he came back, it was after four o'clock in the afternoon. After being busy for a while, it was already dark.

The canteen was the busiest during this period of time before the year. Feng Junzheng asked if he wanted to go to the restaurant to buy some food and bring it to his parents. A Jetta stopped on the roadside and a guy in his thirties got out, " Is Brother Hui busy?"

Feng Jun knew this guy, his real name was Liu Jiagui. He used to be the deputy director of the county government's office, but he didn't know it now. He was somewhat distantly related to his mother.

When he opened his mouth, the smell of alcohol hit his face. Feng Wenhui looked at him and said, "I mean, you were drinking at a bar at noon. How much did you drink?"

"Not much," Liu Jiagui waved his hand and spoke with a smile, "Isn't it Nian Gen?...Hey, Xiaojun is back?"

Feng Jun smiled and said hello, "Hello, Uncle Jiagui."

Liu Jiagui looked him over and nodded with a smile, "You've become more successful and you've grown taller."

He chatted for a few words before pulling Feng Wenhui aside and whispering in a low voice.

Feng Wenhui's face gradually fell, and then he shook his head simply, "No, Ergen, we are also tight on money now."

When Feng Jun heard this, he glanced sideways at his mother and gave her a look - Do you want money? I have it here.

Zhang Junyi had been to Zhengyang and knew a little bit about her son's strength. She winked and shook her head slightly.

Feng Jun happened to be too lazy to do anything, so it was better not to borrow money these days. He mainly considered that Liu Jiagui was not only a distant relative of his mother, but also a government official with the ability to repay.

Liu Jiagui became anxious when he heard this, "Brother Hui, isn't it because Nian Gen is tight? I'm selling you something, not borrowing money."

Feng Wenhui pointed at the temporary stall, "Look how many goods I bought? Where can I have the money to buy your stuff?"

Liu Jiagui took a look at the fireworks and said, "In that case, I can put my stuff here for you to sell on my behalf, right?"

"I can't take care of it," Zhang Junyi spoke up this time. She spoke coldly, "There are so many canteens on the street, just choose one."

"Sister Jun Yi, you..." Liu Jiagui's eyes widened and he was about to have a seizure. He suddenly glanced at Feng Jun and laughed again, "Haha, forget it, Xiaojun is back today. I know you are busy, so I won't bother you. .”

While talking, he took another look at the dirty car not far away, "Hey, Zhengyang brand...is this Passat driven by Xiaojun?"

Feng Jun kept silent. With his parents here, there was no need for him to speak.

"Xiaojun drove it back," Feng Wenhui replied in a sullen voice, "Ergen, are you okay?"

"Okay, you guys are busy then," Liu Jiagui turned around and got into the Jetta, started the car and left.

Feng Jun watched him leave and then looked at his mother strangely, "What's wrong with Liu Jiagui?"

Zhang Junyi glanced at him and sighed, "This guy is now the director of the Family Planning Commission. His rank has been raised, his power has become smaller, and he has lost control of his work. He even cheated his relatives..."

Co-author Liu Jiagui After leaving the government office, his various overt and covert incomes decreased, and his family received more gifts. He couldn't use them all, so he had to sell them for money.

So he asked the Feng family's canteen for help, but what made Zhang Junyi angry was that last year he brought a batch of high-end gifts to sell, and a large part of them were fake!

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