When Ergouzi said that he was going to celebrate the New Year at his home, Yang Yu and Zhang Dameng did not force him. After Yang Yu paid Ergouzi 100 yuan for New Year's money, he returned to Hengyu with Zhang Dameng.

Apart from the local guardian and several aunts who are cleaning, Hengyu's factory has no employees, and almost anything needs Yang Yu and Zhang Dameng to do it himself.

In order to ensure that the business will be opened smoothly next year, the two are checking the safety hazards of the warehouse at this time, because there are nearly one million fabrics stored inside. If a fire occurs, wet, mold or stolen, it will inevitably cause major losses. Not only the warehouse, but also the production workshop must be inspected. Doors and windows should be reinforced and locks should be replaced. The two are busy all afternoon and finally completed the inspection.

The next morning, two cars full of joy of harvest drove on the road from Rongcheng to Xuzhou.

As noon approached, Yang Yu and Zhang Dameng's car had already arrived at the entrance of the village.

Seeing Yang Yu stopping, Zhang Dameng, who was following behind, also stopped.

Yang Yu got out of the car and walked to Zhang Dameng's car window: "Dameng, why don't you go to my house to sit?"

"I won't go home today! I haven't been home for several months. I don't know how my dad is doing at home. I have to go back and take a look first."

"That's OK! You can wait a moment."

Yang Yu nodded, Dameng followed him. He left for several months. He had arrived at the door of his house. His heart was understandable. He then turned around and opened the trunk, took out a heavy denim bag, and walked back: "Uncle Zhang worked hard at home alone. I didn't prepare any gifts for him. There are 50,000 yuan in it. You can take it back to filial piety to him."

"Brother Yu, why are you so indifferent? Haven't you bought all the things?"

Seeing so much money, Zhang Dameng quickly refused. Although he had never received dividends from Hengyu Group, Yang Yu gave him the Speed ​​Transportation Group. Without Yang Yu, he would never have owned such a large enterprise.

"If you want to hold it, just take it! Don't be fooled by Moji, even if I respect Uncle Zhang!"

Without saying anything, Yang Yu stuffed the bag into the car window: "If you have time, take Uncle Zhang to my house to sit." Then the two of them separated here and went home on their own.

"Sister Liu, it's almost the Chinese New Year. When will your Eryuzi come back?"

"Oh! You said this! Eryuzi is the boss now. Maybe he had bought a house in the city long ago, so how could he still look down on our remote countryside! Even if Eryuzi wants to come back, he must have come to pick up Sister Liu and the others to live in the city!"

Since the news that Yang Yu drove a car back to the production team last time spread to ten, ten to hundreds of people, now everyone in the country knows that Yang Yu has become a big boss in the city.

Before this, because there was no news about Yang Yu, Yang Deshun and his wife always felt inferior when they were in front of others, but now, listening to the envious inquiries from the villagers, they were proud and smiled all day long.

"I'm old and I have to be busy with my own business, so maybe I'll come back that day?"

Liu Yurong answered while drying clothes, and the news could not be hidden on her face, but she was more anxious than anyone else. It was the Chinese New Year that was coming soon. When will Eryuzi come back?

Yang Deshun, who was smoking on the gate, had different expectations from Liu Yurong. What he was worried about was not when Yang Yu would go home, but was worried about whether Yang Yu could be selected as the top ten young people in the province?

Because in Yang Deshun's consciousness, doing business is never a long-term solution. Only by working in politics can you be stable and the most glorious person is. I took a puff of the cigarette and raised half of the cigarette burning in my hand to look at it. I sighed happily: It's true that this Chinese cigarette is easy to smoke. I didn't expect that Yang Deshun could enjoy the treatment of my leader one day...

"Oh, Old Yang, you're probably smoking Chinese cigarettes! Tsk tsk... so high-end! There is no sale in our town. It must be your Eryuzi who brought it back to you, right?"

Because Yang Yu got rich, the Yang family's yard is now full of people. Whenever you have time, everyone likes to join Yang Deshun's house. Who doesn't have the little intention of getting benefits? Not to mention anything else, it's also a kind of enjoyment to get a Chinese cigarette to smoke.

Yang Deshun took another sip, spitting cigarettes from his mouth, took out the Chinese cigarette box from his pocket and blamed Yang Yu for not buying it: "Hey! Tell him not to buy it, he just bought it! You think there is something to smoke this cigarette? It's so expensive, and you can't be the Shuangye I used to smoke!"

"That's it! I'm still used to smoking Baidi, and the price is cheap and powerful! I can buy three Baidi with a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, which is not worth it!" Seeing Yang Deshun's disgusting expression, Mr. Li's face twitched unnaturally. Although he said it was not worth it, he was thinking in his heart: It's hard to smoke Zhonghua cigarettes, so give it to me.

"Can you come?"

“Try it?”

Upon hearing the inquiry, Mr. Li quickly threw away the newly lit Baidi, took the Chinese cigarette handed over by Yang Deshun, lit it happily, took a deep breath, and felt so happy.

Farmers are busy in the fields for a whole year, and they can be more idle during the Chinese New Year. When it comes to a sunny day, women will sit in groups of knitting sweaters, talking all kinds of homely and gossiping. Men also sit in groups of three or five, talking about the world, talking about the world, and laughing out loud by the various women's dirty jokes when they hear them.

At this moment, the sound of a whistle sounded at the corner opposite the Yang family yard, and then a black sedan appeared in everyone's sight.

"Oh! Sister Liu, it must be that your Eryuzi is back."

Seeing the car, everyone sitting at the door of the Yang family's yard quickly stood up and watched the car come over little by little.

Seeing his son coming back in a car, Yang Deshun was overjoyed and looked at everyone's envious look with a happy look. He felt so happy.

"Dad, mom, I'm back!"

Parked the car at the door, Yang Yu got out, nodded politely to the villagers, and then greeted Yang Deshun and his wife.

Luxury car, suit and tie, full of energy. Yang Yu looks impeccable now and he stunned everyone.

Seeing Yang Yu open the trunk, everyone quickly surrounded him. Good guy, he was confused. He had a piece of Moutai liquor, a box of Chinese cigarettes, several sets of new clothes, two large bags of rice, and half a piece of pork, and a heavy denim bag. I don’t know what it was inside. There were also a few cardboard boxes on the back seat of the car. Looking at the patterns on the cardboard boxes, it should be a TV.

Although TVs in the 21st century are getting bigger and bigger and stronger, fewer and fewer people are really willing to watch TV. But in the 1980s, TVs were considered rare items. An ordinary 19-inch TV costs one or two thousand yuan, and it is definitely a luxury for families with an average monthly income of less than 100 yuan.
Chapter completed!