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Deng Haomin reminded Wang Jian to look at the high obelisk outside the window, which is a new urban landmark in Jianhai. The spire sweeps a blue laser and sweeps it into a pattern of sailing, making the center of the city colorful and beautiful.

Wang Jian looked in the direction pointed out by Deng Haomin. In this city center, the display of high-end people and urban status makes him a little mobile. He should also own real estate here, and he should also integrate into the ranks of the rich people in the city. He can also sleep in a high-rise building and have a bird's eye view of the city in his bedroom. The scenery.

Wang Jian stretched out his neck and looked out of the window, thinking excitedly. At this time, he suddenly found that Deng Haomin's face had changed again and looked at him coldly, which was a little strange. What else does Deng Haomin have to say to himself that he didn't make it clear?

It seems that Deng Haomin has explained something important this time. Deng Haomin must have praised himself before, and then Guan Jian's subtext was put behind. Looking at the other party's cold face and cold eyes, Wang Jian's heart was a little drumming. What the real Deng Haomin wanted to say seemed to come out soon. He was still helping him and volunteered to help him do things for free. He just warmly welcomed him. How can he face himself now?

Deng Haomin stopped the car, then got out of the car, and recruited Wang Jian. Wang Jian got out of the car and followed him. Deng Haomin, who was walking in front of him, turned around, lowered his hand, put his hand on Wang Jian's shoulder, and then said, "Wang Jian, I'm here specially for you today. One is about work, one is about Yang Wei, and the other is about the private matter I want to tell you."

"Mr. Deng, please tell me, I will listen to you."

"If you do the work for me, I will not blame you for the Yinhua Pedestrian Street you forced me to sign in the future, and the Nan Chamber of Commerce to blackmail me to reduce my price. Then, two days later, I will go to Beijing. You go to the countryside to find your Yang Wei. You are with her. No matter where you take her, it's better not to come to Jianhai and leave us!"

Wang Jian was stunned and didn't think how to answer for a moment, but he obviously felt that sweat had come out of his forehead and sweat in his hands. He broke his shoulders out of Deng Haomin's big hand as if he were overwhelmed, and then looked at Deng Haomin firmly, shook his head, nodded, and winked at Deng Haomin.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Jian said, "Jianhai City is not yours. I can come and leave whenever I want. It's none of your business!" However, after blinking, he said, "Mr. Deng, don't worry, I will continue to work on the plan. Two days later, I will give you a more detailed case. Yang Wei is my woman. No matter where they are in the countryside, I will find her. By the way, we won't come to Jianhai again!" Wang Jian swore to Deng Haomin.

Two days later, Wang Jian carried his bag to the village where Yang Wei's family was located.

The journey did not suppress Wang Jian's eager heart to see Yang Wei immediately.

When he arrived at the countryside where Yang Wei's family was located, Wang Jian stood at the door of Yang Wei's courtyard.

The door was closed and stood at the door of Yang Wei's house. Wang Jiancai was a little uneasy. Such a sudden arrival, he didn't know how Yang Wei would treat him.

Entering the door, an elderly man with gray hair sat by a small stove at the door, shrinking his waist.

The old man felt a voice and turned his head to look at Wang Jian. Wang Jian felt that this old man should be Yang Wei's father and shouted respectfully, "Uncle, is Yang Wei there?"

At this time, Yang Wei came out of the house and fell to the ground with a cabbage in his hand. She wore the big gray clothes that rural women used to wear, and her hair was scattered. She looked at Wang Jian and said, "How did you find my house? Why don't you come here without saying anything!" Although the words were not pleasant, she looked at Wang Jian's expression and told people that she was surprised and happy that Wang Jian had found her home.

Wang Jian looked at her, put down the small canvas suitcase he brought with him, and looked around. Take out a few cigarettes, alcohol and other things and put them in the house.

"You talk, you talk, why did your mother come back from cutting meat on the street? I'll take a look, I'll take a look!" Yang Wei's father obviously knew Wang Jian. He took the cigarette handed over by Wang Jian and said as he walked.

"Xiao Wei, how are you?" Looking at her father's back, Wang Jian turned his head and looked at Yang Wei.

"How long are you going to stay?" Yang Wei didn't appreciate it.

"If you want to stay in the countryside, I won't leave, okay?"

"This..." Yang Wei didn't know how to answer for a moment. She picked up the cabbage from the ground, then came to the water pipe outside the yard and began to wash it. Wang Jian followed her and washed the vegetables with her.

Yang Wei didn't say anything, and Wang Jian didn't say anything. At this time, he thought he didn't need to say anything.

When Yang Wei's parents came back, Wang Jian took the dishes in their hands with a smile, put himself in the position of the host, and prepared to cook.

Wang Jian was busy in the kitchen, so Yang Wei had to follow him, give him advice and help him.

"Xiaowei, it's actually the same in the city and in the countryside, but! Did you read the newspaper that day? It said that an investigation by a foreign agency found that our country is now one of the most money-worship countries, not to mention that their investigation is right or wrong. My personal experience is that whether it is urban or rural, they must have money to live well and live with dignity, right?

"You still haven't changed, but it's not good to be a farmer? You see, what I do at home now is mainly growing cabbage. I like to see the ridge of white and fat cabbage growing squeezed, which is also a kind of vigorous vitality. Those cabbages left as seeds will not pick vegetable moss and let it grow all the time. The moss sprouts and sprouts bloom. My current feeling about life is that I am greedy for this. It's real and ordinary."

"However, Xiaowei, you didn't find that in fact, isn't the life you yearn for and pursue now also waiting for a harvest? I know that some harvests will take a long time to harvest, and we must be patient in the process. How much patience? I don't know, just like when I was in Jianhai, I just made some achievements and was single-minded to get the title of a 'gold medal planner', but I fell into the trap of Deng Haomin. He still hated me to the bone and didn't allow me to go to the land of Jianhai again. Maybe, after I arrived in Jianhai, it's better not to let him see me!"

"Ah...this...this thing..."

"So, this is really annoying!" Two people are talking while cooking in the kitchen.

When they came out with the dishes, Yang Wei's father had prepared a light yellow bottle and put it on the table.

"Xiao Wang, come on, this is my own Chongyang wine in the countryside. Let's drink it together!"

Wang Jian happily took the cup, poured it for his future father-in-law, and also filled himself with a cup.

"Drink less, this is very strong!" Yang Wei quietly reminded him.

"It's okay. I'll drink with your father. What else should I play Tai Chi? Let me drink a little happily." After saying that, Wang Jian raised his glass and toasted Yang Wei's father, and then began to make a statement. As he drank, he talked about his entrepreneurship in Jianhai and planning in Jianhai. Perhaps Yang Wei's parents didn't understand that they could support themselves and make a lot of money by doing business for others. Unlike the way they have been producing rice and vegetables in the land, they may not be able to understand, but Wang Jian's ambition obviously moved them, and Yang Wei's father kept giving him a lot. Spring the wine.

"Xiao Wei, please forgive me! You have to believe that I can afford to buy a house and a car in Jianhai. I won't go there again... Auntie, uncle... You also promise... promise..."

Wang Jian's words were not finished yet, and his head was loaded underground.

Dizzy, he knew that it was Yang Wei's father and Yang Wei who helped her up. As he helped her, a voice said, "This is the person you are talking about in Jianhai. When are you talking about getting married? Oh, it's better not to ask about your business, so you don't have to worry..."

Then, Wang Jian felt that it was completely dark. He was helped to **. He opened his eyes hazyly and saw an unknown tree with bare leaves outside the window.

"He's cold, give him more cover!" Another voice came.

Wang Jian didn't take off his clothes except that his shoes were taken off, and then he felt a thick layer of quilt on his body.

"Mom, he's still pretending. How can he be so cold? Are you going to be sent to the hospital?"

"Let me see, old man. If it doesn't work, take off his coat and shave it."

Wang Jian heard all the words clearly, but he couldn't open his eyes, and then his body kept shaking, and then he couldn't open his mouth. He knew in his heart that he must be drunk.

Soon, Wang Jian felt that someone took off his clothes again, and then Yang Wei's father went to bed and began to rub his back repeatedly with a sharp wooden thing. Wang Jian felt very uncomfortable and a little painful. He moaned.

"Dad, be gentle, I think you'd better send it to the hospital!"

"This is a good way. I brought back the people in the countryside who were so drunk..."

"Water...ice water..." Wang Jian's voice came out of struggling.

"Go and mix him with a bowl of sour soup!"

Then there was another crackling sound from near to far, and for a while, from far to near.

Wang Jian's throat was forcibly filled with some acid water, and his back continued to endure rubbing to stimulate the sobriety emerging from the top of his head.

After a while, he smelled the pungent smell of burning incense to worship Buddha and paper: "Bodhisattva's heart, Bodhisattva protection..."

Three white smokes appeared in Wang Jian's mind. He smiled secretly: "Don't worry, I won't die. I still have to marry your daughter. We still have to live a good life. After we get married, we will have a big fat boy. We..."

In the middle of the night, Wang Jian stopped from the non-stop convulsions, but suddenly turned into crying. His voice changed from humming to humming, and his body kept sobbing. He didn't know why it was like this, but he couldn't control himself.

"Why are you crying? Big man, bear with it!"

Yang Wei, who had been by her side, hugged his head and asked him.

"You don't know this. I think the child is crying. At this time, he can't control it." Yang Wei's father's voice.

"Go and boil some water and wipe his face!" Her father continued.

Yang Wei put the hot handkerchief on Tianwang Jian's face. Wang Jian didn't know where the power came from. He grabbed Yang Wei's hand, like grabbing a straw to save his life. He was dizzy and kept sobbing, and his voice became louder and louder, like a child who had been wronged.

"You children, I don't think it's easy in the city. Xiaowei's uncle was a retired worker in the laundry detergent factory in the county. Some time ago, the retirement salary was not received for several months, the laundry detergent factory could not afford the workers' wages, and retired workers could not even receive half of the pension. They went there several times on cold days and ran for nothing. Hundreds of retired elderly people sat quietly at the gate of the washing powder factory that was about to close down. Her uncle was afraid of cold and heart disease, so he didn't go. The old workers in the laundry factory who went to sit-in said that if they did not pay their retirement wages, they said they would go to the gate of the county government to sit down.

"So cold, they are all old people. They can't live for a few days and run to death." In the dark, Yang Wei's father seemed to speak to Wang Jian and Yang Wei, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Dad, it's okay. Don't worry, Xiaowei and I will make money. I also have some money in my hand now. I'll give it to you tomorrow!" Wang Jian, who was sobbing, suddenly said this sentence.

Yang Wei's father wanted to say something, but he snued his mouth and stopped again, stood up and left the room.

Yang Wei blushed until his father left here.

"Are you awake?"

"Xiaowei, I'll buy you a better and more expensive engagement ring again. Let's take wedding photos..."

"Are you awake?" Yang Wei interrupted her.

Wang Jian shook his head hard, the wine slowly receded, and he began to gradually wake up.

"Don't tell me that. What I love is not money, but a real, real life, but it doesn't matter if it's bitter at all, do you understand?" Yang Wei was a little excited.

"Well, but Xiaowei, if we have more money and make up for our family, this is also a proper way to support our family."

"Sleep, you just woke up, sleep well, and tomorrow will be fine!"

"Xiao Wei, don't leave me, let's sleep together!"

Yang Wei curled his lips and looked at him, but still nodded helplessly.

Wang Jian slept with Yang Wei with secret joy in his heart.

Wang Jian woke up the next day.

Yang Wei's mother came back with a vegetable basket. She put some fresh seasonal dishes, pork and a bunch of green onions on the bamboo table against the wall outside the door.

Wang Jian and Yang Wei, who got up, went to help take care of the beard and yellow leaves on the green onion and prepare to make dumplings.

After straightening up the green onion, Wang Jian folded himself and took out the 20,000 yuan prepared before from his canvas bag. Although Yang Wei's parents didn't say anything, Wang Jian had prepared this dowry money.

Wang Jian handed the money to Yang Wei's mother. Yang Wei's mother looked at Yang Wei and accepted it without saying anything. Wang Jian told his mother that Wang Jian would send money to his family after returning to Jianhai.

"If a cage of chickens doesn't bark, there will always be a chicken to bark," Yang Wei's mother said, "I can rest assured, and Xiao Wei, I know you will be the most filial." On that day, Wang Jian and Yang Wei's family, as well as their relatives, sat together and talked about their future plans.

After Xiaowei and I returned to Jianhai, I am going to register a cultural company. I have thought about the company's development concept. I want to take "the wise man is happy, and the sea accepts all rivers; the master is both good, quiet and far-reaching" as the development concept and "professional and dedicated" as the service concept. The positioning of our company: "Provide a full range of services such as brand image shaping, marketing and marketing channel expansion, CIS image planning, corporate culture refining and introduction..."

Yang Wei's parents obviously didn't understand, but Yang Wei asked, "What about the resources and the platform?"

Wang Jian smiled confidently and said, "Xiao Wei, don't worry, on the surface, I'm drunk, but I know in my heart, what do we have now? We can cooperate with domestic first-class entertainers and institutions and cooperate with the government to provide high-quality and high-level cultural boutique services for the cultural market.

"Can...do this? Is it feasible?" Yang Wei asked again.

"It's all done!" Wang Jian is in high spirits.

"You're not drunk again, are you?" Yang Wei asked, and everyone laughed.

"Dad and mom, I'm going to get the marriage certificate with Xiaowei first. I want to stop for the time being. We set up the company in Jianhai and stabilize our feet. Let's go back to our hometown and have a good time, okay?"

"You are always so tacky!" Yang Wei pouted.

"I'm Chinese. Which Chinese doesn't have the desire to return home?"

"Ha ha, don't quarrel. I think what Wang Jian said makes sense. You guys have arranged your own affairs."

"Yes, Dad, Xiaowei and I are going back tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow? So fast?" Yang Wei's mother was anxious, then threw down the bowl and went to the room to find something, as if she was looking for something.

After a while, Yang Wei's mother found what she was looking for, which was a gold earring. Xiaowei, this was left by your grandmother. Mom has been thinking that she will give it to you on the day you get married. Now you follow Wang Jian. What should you say? I feel relieved that this dowry will be handed over to you in advance.

Looking at the shiny gold earrings, Wang Jian also seemed to feel the expectations of Yang Wei's parents for him, and his heart felt heavy.

"Mom and Dad, don't worry, I will treat Xiaowei well in the future."

"Well, Wang Jian, you go out and go back to the city. You'd better stop getting drunk. When you get drunk, whatever you think will be honest. In this way, I'm afraid you will suffer in the future. And Xiaowei, as women, you should be considerate of men, understand men more, and treat them well. You just like to play petty things. Don't do this next time!"

Yang Wei's mother's explanation made Wang Jian and Yang Wei keep nodding.

Wang Jian said, thank you for for not holding a grand wedding for Yang Wei immediately. We have to have a house, a car and a real future in the city, so that I will pay more attention to these.

"Okay, okay, we understand!" Yang Wei's parents made a statement again.

On this day, Wang Jian called his parents in the countryside of Nanzhou and also informed him of the good news of his marriage certificate, and he was ready to go back to Jianhai to continue to work before going home for a drink. Wang Jian felt that his lifelong event had been settled. Although there were no firecrackers and fireworks, his heart was really brilliant. He believed that he would have such a day.

On this night, Wang Jian and Yang Wei slept together. Their eyes were closed and their breathing became even, but Wang never fell asleep.

Early the next morning, the car wheels in the countryside whined and came. Wang Jian and Yang Wei, who have been prepared, have received their troops and stood at the intersection of the countryside.

It was foggy this morning, and the layers of houses quickly disappeared behind the fog.

Wang Jian and Yang Wei waved goodbye to their parents. Wang Jian will return to Jianhai, where he vowed not to return to Deng Haomin. He did not say this, but silently kept this matter in his heart.

"Yes, you, Deng Haomin, are not a black boss. If you don't want to see me, you forced me to swear not to return to Jianhai City. And Jianhai is so big, how can the opportunities and development potential there keep me from going back? This time I will go back to create my Wang Jian's greater career!" Wang Jian thought that the long-distance bus on the rural highway slowly drove over. He and Yang Wei jumped into the car and the car started. He took Yang Wei's hand and ran forward together, with a smile on his face that was wet by the morning dew on the field path in the village.