My 1979

"Thank you, Mom." He Zhou didn't show any emotion at all, because it would probably take more than ten years for him to get married and have children.

What's more, he wants to start his own career. This is a man's most instinctive idea. He doesn't want to rely on my mother.

He doesn't want my mother to give up her beloved career prematurely for him. He really can't imagine what it will be like for my mother who is used to being busy all day long once she is free. That would be unfair and cruel to her.

He feels sorry for my mother.

"Idiot. I'm your biological mother," Zhao Di said with a doting look on her face. "Don't I deserve my fair share of everything I do? I worked hard to win this family fortune just for you. When I retire, Now, I don’t ask you to make progress, as long as you can hold on safely.”

"Mom, I still want to go out and exercise for a few years. I don't want you to protect me like a child who won't grow up." He Zhou still insisted on his idea, "Society is changing rapidly, and I think the Internet industry will explode. I want to be in the Internet industry.”

Now that he has nothing to do, he opens his father's notes and becomes more and more determined in his idea of ​​​​laying out the Internet industry. It would be great if he could get financial support from his mother.

"You also know that things are changing rapidly, and it's easy to do things outside?" Zhao Di said with a smile, "Believe mom, mom has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. Study hard, and when you graduate, you will be by mom's side. I feel at ease.”

He Zhou understood that this meant that he could no longer move his mother, so he could only nod helplessly and act accordingly in the future.

He played with the little girl for a while, and there was a rapid sound of car horns outside.

When he went out, he saw Liu Jiawei's car parked at the door.

Liu Jiawei stuck his head out of the car window and said, "Let's go."

He Zhou thought Liu Jiawei was looking for him to play cards, touched his pockets, and then spread his hands, "Can you lend me some?"

On New Year's Eve, I originally had a chance to make a fortune, but unfortunately I messed it up.

Liu Jiawei sneered, "Look how you messed up, don't waste time, let's go."

"Where to go?" he asked.

Liu Jiawei said, "I'll drive, let's go to the county and have a good time."

"Are you treating me?" He Zhou asked cautiously. Although Liu Jiawei's monthly pocket money was 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, he was well-connected and stylish. As soon as he got the monthly pocket money, it was all gone by the middle of the month. Before the end of the month, it was all gone. He was just waiting for food, and he even had the nerve to borrow money from him, who only had 500 yuan of pocket money every month!

Sometimes he doesn't understand how so much money is spent!

Anyway, poverty limits his imagination!

"Are you overthinking it?" Liu Jiawei said distressedly, "My pocket money has been spent long ago. I lost more than 10,000 yuan in the town last night."

He Zhou sneered, "So, you might as well play with me for two yuan and lose to me dozens of yuan, and I can still remember your favor."

Liu Jiawei waved his hand, "You can pull me down. If you hadn't failed that night at 30, who would have played with you so young?"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, who's treating me?" He Zhou was still very concerned about this issue. He didn't have enough money after dinner several times. In the end, everyone had to share in it, and all the savings he had finally saved were gone.

Liu Jiawei winked and said, "Li Pei, Yang Huai, and Sister Wu You are all going. Do you think we still need to pay?"

"Hey, it's true." With the older ones in front, the younger ones can naturally hide behind. For the sake of safety, He Zhou asked again, "Who is planning to go?"

"Hey, are you going or not? I'm going on and on." Liu Jiawei looked at his watch and said, "Pan Yingzhangluo, tell me, who is not richer than us? Only poor people like us have to pay for such nonsense. worry."

He Zhou said, "You have the nerve to say that you are poor."

Liu Jiawei is now a senior in college. As soon as he was admitted to college, his father Liu Dazhuang gave him a Bentley.

He Zhou didn't think it was okay, but the thought of comparing people to others was infuriating.

"Do you know how much Pan Ying spends per month?" Liu Jiawei said with an envious look on his face, "Pan Laoji got her a supplementary card! Spend it as you like! In comparison, I think this nickname should be given to me, called Mr. Liu!"

"Be careful if they hear that they are ripping you off. Are you so willing to bury your own father?"

He Zhou laughed. He also looked yearning. Sometimes he was embarrassed to be in this circle!

"Hey, I'm in tears if I talk too much," Liu Jiawei sighed, "I get the gas money for my car from my boss who shamelessly keeps asking me for it. I thought about it, but it really pushed me into a hurry, so I paid for it from my mother's house. Steal a real estate certificate from him, sell him a house, and make him millions."

His mother was a real estate speculator, and many birth certificates had his and his eldest brother's names on them.

He Zhou sneered, "Do you dare?"

The birth certificates at home are basically in his name, but I keep them in the safe, not to guard against him, but to guard against my uncle, who has stolen things several times.

Liu Jiawei's phone rang suddenly, he picked it up and said, "Here he is, he's here."

He hung up the phone and said to He Zhou, "Come up quickly."

He Zhou had no choice but to refuse, so he had to go back to the house and explain a few words to his grandma, and then quickly got into the car.

"Drive slowly when it snows." He Zhou was worried about Liu Jiawei's driving.

If he couldn't afford gas, he would just find a family car and drive it. There wasn't much in the house, but there were a lot of cars.

"I'll drive, don't worry." Liu Jiawei didn't care at all.

The roads in Lizhuang were built by the rich people in the village who pooled their money. They are in better condition than the national highways. It is not easy to find a dirt road in the village.

There were eight cars parked in a row at the entrance of the village. About a dozen people were leaning on the cars with their necks hunched, some were smoking and some were chatting.

Liu Jiawei parked the car next to him, and He Zhou got out of the car and refused to take the cigarette from Yang Huai, "If you don't smoke, it will be great if you smoke for a while."

Pan responded, "You two are quite lazy. I'll wait for you for a while."

He Zhou huffed and rubbed his frozen hands, "Is it really worth going to the county to have a bite to eat when it's so cold?"

He really didn't want to go all the way to the county, not to mention eating and drinking, he didn't have the face.

A young man with purple-dyed hair said, "What's good about this town? There are only two restaurants there, nothing good to eat."

He Zhou said, "It's so troublesome to run back and forth."

The person who was talking to him was Liu Shan, the son of Liu Laosi. Suddenly, he didn't like such a person. However, they had grown up playing together, and he knew Liu Shan. Liu Laosi was a middle-aged son, and that's all. As a son, he is naturally a bit pampered, and he is actually very easy to get along with.

Pan Ying said, "While everyone is here, let's go to the county to have fun for a few days. According to my wishes, I originally wanted to go to the provincial capital."

Every family has a house in the county. Even if they don't live in a hotel, they can live in their own homes.