"Why are you coming down too?" asked Lao Hou.

"You're in a bad mood!"

“Because it was sold wrong?”

"It's not because of this."

Zhang Jun learned the call received by Secretary Jia from the unit.

After hearing this, Lao Hou burst into laughter, which made everyone around him look at him curiously. Lao Hou looked indifferent and said, "That damn unit, what's there to nostalgic for?"

"That little salary is really not enough," said Zhang Jun.

"That's it, I won't go back if I beat you to death!" Lao Hou's loud voice became even louder.

Lao Hou continued to comfort him and said, "I told you that I was not feeling well when I was laid off. It took a long time. Looking back now, I have earned no less than 10 times my salary. Do you think I'm going home or is it wrong?"

Zhang Jun nodded in admiration and said, "Yes, I'll be entrusted to give birth and liberated early."

"Haha..." The two of them laughed at the same time.

Zhang Jun was speechless for a while because he was recalling the happy days in his unit in the past. The former unit could be described as vigorous and vigorous. Although the salary was not high, people got along very well. The relationship between leaders and lower classes was also a relationship between friends. There was no discrimination. Everyone was working hard for the prosperity of the unit.

But now it has become a different scene, just as described in "The Diary of a Madman", there are scenes of eating people everywhere, and those who are eaten are often the people below.

Old Hou touched Zhang Jun and said, "What are you thinking?"

"Hey! I didn't think of anything." Zhang Jun sighed long.

"How about you treat me to a bar at noon?" Zhang Jun looked at Lao Hou with a pleading look.

Lao Hou asked with a smile, "Only we are?"

"yes!"

The old Hou looked up and down for a while before saying, "Okay, but I have to treat you."

"I'll ask!" Zhang Jun was a little anxious.

"Okay," Lao Hou nodded.

Lao Hou understood Zhang Jun’s mentality at this time. He knew that when a person was at a crossroads, someone needed to point out the direction. This was the time when he needed friends the most, so he did not persist.

Zhang Jun sent the jar upstairs and whispered to Yang Jiahui, "Old Hou and I will go out for dinner."

Yang Jiahui gave him a blank look and said in a low voice, "Don't drink!"

She had commands in her words, and was more concerned.

Zhang Jun understood in his heart, so he smiled faintly and left the big house. At this time, Zhang Jun thought more about how to relieve his worries.

He didn't want her to know her thoughts, especially this kind of thoughts, so he did not invite Yang Jiahui. Only when he was with Lao Hou could he say some heartfelt words about the unit.

They took them to a small shop with a small face that was not very big, but it was clean inside. The waiter was wearing a neat coat and enthusiastically guided them to a table near the window. The two of them ordered a few plates of side dishes and a bottle of wine.

As he finished a few glasses of wine, Lao Hou opened up the conversation first, "I think you are in a particularly bad mood today."

Zhang Jun held the wine glass and smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Hou, what do you think the future of the unit will be?"

Lao Hou asked back, "What do you think?"

The two of them looked at each other and said nothing. In fact, they both knew what the outcome of the unit would be!

Lao Hou continued, "If you do stocks well, it's better than anything else."

"But stocks have risen and fallen, who can be the ever-winning general?" Zhang Jun said.

"I think you are a 20-year-old person, a 60-year-old heart."

Zhang Jun didn't quite understand what he meant, so he asked, "What do you mean?"

Lao Hou explained, "Look, in today's society, those who have a choice find a choice, and those who have no choice find a way out. As long as you use your expertise, you will definitely live better than others."

"I'll tell you a story!" said Lao Hou.

"good."

"There is a man named Xie Kunshan in Taiwan. When he was a teenager, he was accidentally broken by a high-voltage line. Later, another accident broke one eye and he pointed to one right eye and one leg left. Do you know what he would do later?"

Zhang Jun shook his head and said in confusion, "I don't know."

Lao Hou said with respectful eyes, "He is now a very famous painter!"

"How did he do this so awesome?" Zhang Jun asked urgently.

"Heaven moves hard, and self-improvement will never stop!" Lao Hou sighed.

Lao Hou finally added, "He has also won the heart of a beauty."

Haha, both of them were happy.

Yes, what a disabled person can do, why can’t a healthy person do? If you have a dream, you have to fight for it. Giving up on yourself can only mean you are a coward!

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun's mood became particularly good. He straightened his body, picked up his wine glass and said, "Cheers to tomorrow!"

"Cheers!" Lao Hou also seemed very excited.

Seeing that Zhang Jun's mood improved, Old Hou joked, "How has his relationship developed with Xiao Yang developed? I'm very concerned about it."

Zhang Jun saw that there was no one around, and then blushed and said, "It's just started, it's not that good."

After hearing this, Lao Hou laughed.

The waiter also stood in the distance and looked at them curiously. Old Hou didn't care and continued his loud voice, "I see you are developing rapidly."

Zhang Jun was a little timid and asked in a low voice, "It's not that fast, Besides, I don't know what her family is like."

Lao Hou said mysteriously, "I'll know from now on, let's drink."

"I'm happy today, drink more!" Zhang Jun didn't think much about it, he was happy anyway.

The two of them whispered and unknowingly, they drank all the bottle of Erguotou. Old Hou smacked his lips and felt a little unsatisfied. Zhang Jun also felt quite clear-headed. The two looked at each other and greeted the waiter at the same time, "Hey! Another bottle!"

"People feel refreshed when they are happy, and they don't say anything more than a single sentence!" Lao Hou said something.

"That's a thousand cups of wine!" Zhang Jun quickly corrected his mistake.

"I think you are happy now when you are happy!" After Old Hou said that, he burst into laughter again.

From afternoon until almost 2 o'clock, the two of them finally couldn't stand it anymore. Lao Hou was a little bit like a monkey punch, and Zhang Jun was a little stupid. Fortunately, he didn't drink too much, and finally half of the bottle was left on the table. The waiter brought a pot of honey water and poured it into the cups of the two of them. The honey water's quenching function was really good. In a short while, the two of them became a little awake. Lao Hou closed his hair with both hands, stared at him, and laughed loudly.

Zhang Jun asked blankly, "What's wrong, I'm so happy!"

The somewhat sober Lao Hou lit a cigarette. While he was breathing mist, he said thoughtfully, "I'll tell you a story about stocks."

"Okay!" Zhang Jun said happily.

Lao Hou glanced at the time on his phone and said, "There is still an hour left, listen to me slowly."

Chapter 20: 800,000 yuan

Chapter 20: 800,000 yuan

Lao Hou narrowed his eyes and savored the cigarette carefully. He spit out several cigarette rings in succession, and the cigarette rings gradually went from small to large, thick to shallow, and gradually dissipated above.

Zhang Jun looked at his thoughtful look and did not disturb him, but was waiting quietly.

He took off his last puff of cigarette and twisted the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table.

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