The Richest Man Yang Fei

Yang Fei still has two brushes in judging people. When he saw Jiang Ziqiang, he knew that he was an old organization and someone who had held real power.

When Jiang Ziqiang saw a stranger coming, the majesty on his face decreased by three points, and he nodded towards Yang Fei.

"This is Comrade Yang Fei. This is my lover, Jiang Ziqiang." Wan Aimin has obviously communicated with her husband.

Yang Fei smiled slightly: "Brother Jiang is good."

Jiang Ziqiang hummed: "It's not bad that you can buy such a big house at such a young age, young man!"

Yang Fei said calmly: "Do some small business."

Jiang Ziqiang suddenly said: "I heard from my lover that you are originally from the Southern Daily Chemical Factory?"

Hearing his question, Yang Fei knew that he had some relationship with Nanhua Factory, and said with a smile: "I am also an employee of Nanhua Factory now, but I just took a long vacation, which is equivalent to staying without pay."

Jiang Ziqiang handed him a cigarette, sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said, "Is the Nanhua Plant so bad? The benefits of the first two years are not bad!"

Yang Fei sat down on the sofa beside him and said: "This is a common problem of state-owned enterprises, not Dunan Chemical Plant. Thoughts don't change, power doesn't let go, employees don't think about making progress, leaders sit in a well and watch the sky, sales rely on state plans, and products three There has been no innovation for ten years. It is only a matter of time before such a factory will be eliminated by the market.”

Jiang Ziqiang raised his eyelids, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He also has seen countless people, especially young people who have just left the society. He has met with countless people. However, Yang Fei's calmness, generosity, conversation, and knowledge are all beyond his surprise.

Jiang Ziqiang nodded slowly.

Wan Aimin was not interested in their conversation, and said, "What about the transfer contract? Where did you put it?"

"In the study." After Jiang Ziqiang answered his wife's words, he put down his legs and said to Yang Fei, "The change of the property rights of the house can only wait until tomorrow. I have already asked someone to say hello, and I will go tomorrow morning and complete the relevant procedures directly."

Yang Fei smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll pay the money first."

He put the bag on the coffee table, took out the bundled money, ten thousand and ten thousand, and put it in two piles in front of Jiang Ziqiang: "Brother Jiang, please order."

When Jiang Ziqiang saw the money, he didn't touch it first, and asked with a smile: "You paid the money first, so you're not afraid of us repudiation?"

Yang Fei said boldly: "In dealing with people, the most important thing is integrity. When we do business, we often buy goods first and pay later, or pay first before goods. If we don't even have this bit of integrity, then I can't stand on my own anymore. Moreover, we already have a sales contract, and I can trust you. You and Miss Wan are people who make people hit it off at first sight."

In Jiang Ziqiang's eyes, there was a hint of admiration again, and he said, "You are a person who does great things. In the contract, I have indicated the transfer time."

He swallowed slowly, without even looking at the money.

Wan Aimin poured Yang Fei a cup of tea, took out the sales agreement, and showed Yang Fei a look. Both parties had no doubts, so they signed their names.

Yang Fei signed it first.

When Jiang Ziqiang signed his name, he took a look at his handwriting and said, "This handwriting is better than mine. You have practiced it before."

"Yes, I practiced in school."

The two pressed their fingerprints again and stamped their private seals.

Wan Aimin picked up the money and counted it in front of Yang Fei.

Her way of counting the money was very professional. She removed the seal on the money a little bit, caught a stack of money with five fingers of her left hand, and counted it quickly with two fingers of her right hand.

Yang Fei raised his eyebrows, thinking that this is clearly a bank employee's way of counting money. Wan Aimin is not from the bank, but also works as an accountant in the unit.

After Wan Aimin clicked once, he removed the seal to the other end, and then quickly clicked again.

With the money in her hands, she dances like a little girl who can dance. The brand-new banknotes rattled.

After counting the money, she smiled and said, "Comrade Yang Fei,

The money is just right. "

Putting the money into the bedroom, she said with a smile: "It's better to come early than to come at a good time. There is dinner at home, so you can leave after eating."

Yang Fei got up in time to say goodbye: "Sister Wan, I won't bother you. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. How about nine o'clock?"

"Okay, yes." Wan Aimin nodded with a smile and sent him to the door.

Yang Fei said goodbye to Jiang Ziqiang, and said goodbye to that cute little girl from the Jiang family.

The little girl was setting the table and chopsticks. Hearing this, she hopped over and said sweetly: "Uncle, goodbye!"

"Xiaojia, just call him big brother." Wan Aimin touched the back of his daughter's neck.

Yang Fei thought to himself, this daughter has inherited her mother's merits, so she is a beauty, and said with a smile: "The flower path has never been swept away, and the Penghu is opened for you. Yuanrong team, Qing Xiaojiake and come with you. The name Xiaojia comes from Is this sentence?"

Jiang Ziqiang also stood up to see off the guests, and said in surprise, "Have you read this poem?"

Yang Fei stood at the door and said: "Li Gang, Zhao Ding, Li Guang, and Hu Quan are collectively known as the four famous officials of the Southern Song Dynasty, and they are one of the ancient famous generals I admire most. Li Gang has not many poems handed down from generation to generation. One of his favorites, he also has a Xiaoling, one of which I think has a high artistic conception. Youfang is not sent out for the spring, but waits for the autumn wind. Waiting for the autumn wind, the fragrance is much stronger than the remaining flowers."

After Yang Fei left, Jiang Ziqiang closed the door and said thoughtfully: "This young man is very good!"

"It's rare. Over the years, I seldom hear you praise others." Wan Aimin laughed.

"You said he was a technical secondary school graduate?"

"Yes, he said it himself. After graduating from technical secondary school, he was assigned to the Southern Daily Chemical Factory."

"I don't see it. His level is higher than many college students."

"Don't talk about him. Ziqiang, the old house has been sold, shall we settle the new house tomorrow? I compared many commercial housing complexes, and I think Royal Garden is the best. There is only one finished house in them, and the decoration style is the best. , are all Hong Kong style, although the area is not big, but very warm and comfortable, compared with this big house, it feels more like home.”

"You are the vice president of the bank's branch. In terms of money, you can be the master. You can spend as much as you want, and don't take advantage of the developer. You can't ask for this kind of money."

"I know. I have been married to you for so many years, when do you think I have been greedy? Besides, if I really want to reach out, I don't have to touch your favor."

Jiang Ziqiang smiled helplessly, and patted his daughter on the back: "Xiaojia, did you practice singing today?"

"Practice, Dad! I'll sing it to you." Jiang Xiaojia babbled a few words:

"Slaves embroider silk in the embroidery room

Suddenly I heard my mother calling me slave

She asked the girl to wash Caixin

Suo Dayi Zi Lang Dang Lang De Suo"

This song, called "Xishicaixin", is a fragment of a local opera, with a melodious tone. Although she is young, she does her body and gestures very well. Every movement is orderly and clear, as beautiful as a painting.

Jiang Ziqiang clapped his hands, said hello with a smile, and went into the study.