My 1979

"There is a car." He tilted his head toward the window. Before he could reach back, Yang Huai saw a black Mercedes-Benz driving parallel to the large truck. It was his own car. There was no way he could not recognize it. , didn’t see the person in the driver’s seat. As for who was driving his car, there was no need to guess. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message, “You should be overthinking it.”

"Hey!" the girl said, "You are doubting my counter-reconnaissance ability! I graduated from the police academy! That car started following us when we came out of the supermarket, and I am not blind.

There must be something wrong. "

Although I no longer work as a police officer, it has become an instinct in my life to keep an eye on all directions and listen to all directions.

"If you don't believe it, just see for yourself." Yang Huai pointed to the intersection ahead.

"Is it really a coincidence?" The black car actually entered the right turn lane in front and then disappeared from her sight. "Well, I hope I'm overly concerned."

"Go back and have a good rest. You may have been under a lot of pressure recently." Yang Huai did not doubt why his people were able to find him. After all, he had already revealed to his assistant the names of the supermarkets and chicken farms where the goods were delivered, and it was not very difficult to find them. Difficulties.

Back at the chicken farm, he made a brief inspection of the chicken farm, then ran alone to the intersection into the village. A short, fat middle-aged man was standing there looking around. As soon as he saw him, he immediately trotted away. come over.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang" the middle-aged man waved as he ran.

Yang Huai didn't answer, then entered a trail, passed through the dense bushes, stopped at the edge of the beach, and lit a cigarette.

"Mr. Yang," the middle-aged man was already out of breath.

"Old Song, your body needs to be strengthened. It's only a few steps away," Yang Huai smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "What's the hurry for you to see me?"

It was only in the past two years that he began to slowly take over his father's property, but he took over selectively, such as things related to old wood, boards, and furniture, without touching them.

First, he did not dare to be interested in these, and second, because these properties were a partnership between his father and Wan Liangyou. Now that Wan Liangyou has retired, Wan Liangyou's son Wan Xinying has taken over. He and Wan Xinying will never accommodate each other. People are in a state of being completely uncooperative.

If it weren't for his uncle's reputation and the relationship between the two families, he and Wan Xinying would have gone their separate ways, determined not to eat from the same pot.

Fortunately, although my father is uneducated and not knowledgeable enough, he is willing to listen to his uncle. After he has spare money, he invests in all kinds of industries. It is called diversification in good words and casting a net indiscriminately in bad words. I'm lucky, and I'm doing pretty well in all walks of life.

Otherwise, he might be fighting with Wan Xinying for the power of the furniture factory. How can it be as easy as now? He just cares about his own business and only receives dividends from Wan Xinying.

His father respects his ideas, and of course he doesn't dare to disrespect him, otherwise he would dare to imitate Li Pei and give up and not care about anything.

However, his father didn't trust him in everything, so he assigned him a 'nanny', who was nominally called an assistant.

He ridiculed Lao Song with his mouth, but respected him in his heart.

Song Youxi, with a doctorate degree, served as financial auditor of Yindao Trading, and was later promoted to manager of the planning and financial department of Dida Group. In 1995, he was transferred to the financial department of China Re Group as manager of the audit department. He came into Li He's sight. At the peak of his life, he was seconded to the Wanwen Redwood Furniture Company, which was still a small workshop and was in disarray at the time. It is now the Wanwen Group chaired by Yang Huai. The only difference is that it no longer has the furniture business.

Wan Liangyou and Yang Xuewen are still one in name, but in fact they have separated a long time ago.

Song Youxi plays an important role in Wanwen Group being able to achieve its current scale.

"You are so anxious. You said that if you have a problem, how can I explain it to your father?" Song Youxi said angrily, "You are completely out of touch."

"Something happened, so I didn't tell you more." Yang Huai said with a smile, "You are always tired."

"You should answer the phone, and the phone can't be turned off," Song Youxi continued, "Good guy, no one can be found looking for you. Isn't this a joke.

You touched my chest, it's still fluttering. "

"Okay, I was wrong." On the phone, Yang Huai was a little unscrupulous, but when he was face to face with Song Youxi, he was a little afraid of the other party's nagging, "If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly, I'm still waiting to go to work."

"Working on a chicken farm? What are you doing here?" Song Youxi was a bit dumbfounded.

"What about my affairs? Don't worry about it. I can rest assured that the company has you." Yang Huai said with a smile, "Okay, that's it. I have to go."

"No," Song Youxi hurriedly grabbed his arm, "How about we just buy the chicken farm? That'll be fine!"

"Don't!" Yang Huai stopped hastily, "You should be busy with your business and don't mind my business, okay?"

"Hey," Song Youxi sighed, "but you have to agree to one condition."

"Say it." Yang Huai decided to compromise appropriately.

"You can't turn off your phone again," Song Youxi paused and said, "Even if you don't answer the phone, you still have to send me a message in time."

"No problem." Yang Huai thought for a while and agreed.

"Also, your uncle's son is getting married next month, and your father wants you to attend on his behalf." Song Youxi looked at him and said uncertainly, "You won't be absent, right?"

The so-called uncle is naturally Tang Liwen.

"It's really hard not to go." Although the great-uncle and great-aunt have passed away one after another, the relationship between the Yang family and the Tang family has never been broken, "Then I'll see what happens. You can send me a message in advance when the time comes. "

"Okay." Song Youxi didn't have much hope.

"Keep it for me first." Yang Huai took something out of his pocket and threw it to Song Youxi.

"Hey" Song Youxi hurriedly took it and saw that it was actually a watch. He could only look at Yang Huai's back and sigh.

Life on the chicken farm is leisurely and comfortable. Yang Huai has never felt so comfortable in his life. Since he was a child, his parents and great-grandfather have placed their hopes on him. He came all the way to study in Hong Kong. The living conditions are very good, but he always has a hangover on his head. Holding a sword, if you don't work hard, you will feel sorry for someone.

His sense of responsibility prompted him to run hard.

Later, when he started working and took over the baton from his father, he was surrounded by people who flattered him for a moment. He felt that life was extremely unreal.

Even in front of his good friends and classmates in the past, he gradually stopped hearing sincere words.

He prefers to be alone.