After Ye Cheng returned home, he locked himself in the room.

The warm evening breeze lazily brought a hint of coolness to this early summer. The lights on the computer screen tore a small hole in the darkness that enveloped the bedroom, hit Ye Cheng's face through the light blue smoke.

Ye Cheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath of cigarettes, allowing the cold wind from the air conditioner to slid across his cheeks, making the memories begin to spread.

Ye Cheng opened his eyes, his eyes had lost the clarity of his youth, and what was left was the calmness that he had already seen in that forty years.

This year is the year when Ye Cheng's father Ye Chunhui made great strides in his career.

From pushing a cart to selling popsicles 20 years ago to the major transformation of a property cleaning company to a greening company this year, 40-year-old Ye Chunhui has more than 270 employees, solving more than 60 laid-off and re-employment indicators, and has become a representative of the People's Congress of Liaocheng City step by step.

Now Ye Cheng’s parents are carrying out the greening project in Liaohe Park. When the final payment of the project is settled in 6 months, there should be an 8-digit cash flow in Ye Chunhui’s account.

Thinking of this, Ye Cheng pulled the corner of his mouth.

"If this old man hadn't been hot-headed, why would I have lived so miserable in my previous life?"

In fact, Ye Chunhui cannot be blamed. After all, both property and greening are low-tech companies, and the decision to make money is basically based on Party A.

Just like real estate, who can’t build a house, and whether the party can make money is the final decision. Old Man Ye’s idea of ​​getting out as soon as possible is actually correct. Even if the transformation fails, he might be cut off in the future.

What you need to do most now is to find a way to communicate with your stubborn old father on the same level.

He was almost thirty years old before, and the stubborn old man treated Ye Cheng as a child. Therefore, he needed to let the old man see his growth as soon as possible and avoid the accident four years later.

Ye Cheng pressed the cigarette butt, and the splash of sparks blinked his eyes.

"Damn, the last time I saw this scene, it seemed like the episode where the monkey decided to be the Seven Fairies in the Peach Banquet."

Ye Cheng, who had smoked a few cigarettes, whispered and quickly got up and opened the window.

Speaking of which, Ye Cheng in his previous life basically survived the summer with a quilt in an 18-degree air-conditioned room. After all, for fat people, cold spots are always better than hot spots.

"Well, make some money first, don't need to be more, just let the old man recognize it little by little. If I remember correctly, my little private money should still be in the old place."

Thinking of this, Ye Cheng pulled over the chair and took out the pocket money he had saved from the top of the wardrobe.

I have to say that Ye Cheng had a lot of pocket money at that time, because his parents didn’t have much time to take care of Ye Cheng since the second year of high school. Empress Dowager Lin basically left Ye Cheng with 500 or 1,000 in cash every time he went home, and Ye Cheng had no place to spend money.

Looking at the 5 stacks of banknotes in his hand, Ye Chengzhen wanted to run to the construction site and knot one for his mother now.

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Although there is start-up capital, 50,000 yuan in 10 years is not much more, but it is not much less.

But Ye Cheng was still a little confused. It was not because he had no clue, but because he had too many choices.

After all, the era when talent is equal to wealth has passed, and leading information is the first element of accumulating wealth. Therefore, the only thing smart people need to do is to find where the idiot is, because idiots will find ways to make money.

Ye Cheng, who has accumulated the greatest information wealth, fell into the simplest problem - age.

A comfortable fourth-tier city like Liaocheng does not believe in any young talents at all. It is said that you can’t do anything hard without any words.

In his previous life, Ye Cheng started his business and started to develop little by little since he was a small restaurant.

At that time, Ye Cheng was extremely envious of those skilled people. Even if they could go out to run a erhu and run a cram school by themselves, it would be more comfortable than being a physical one.

Moreover, the impact of online on offline is too great, especially the epidemic ten years later, which made it even worse for the entity. Fortunately, Ye Cheng's hotel provided free isolation rooms at that time, and later received subsidies and opportunities for growth.

"Forget it, I'd better go to the construction site tomorrow to see the old man."

It has been almost a week since he traveled back, and Ye Cheng hasn't seen his old man yet.

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June is about to begin. Before 5 o'clock, the early morning sun is about to lift the curtain of night.

Ye Cheng trotted all the way to the construction site in the morning light. After having enough of his beer belly and bloated body, Ye Cheng cherished his current healthy body very much.

Because the weather is hot, big trees usually arrive in the early morning. Ye Cheng saw a row of large trailers far away. It seemed that today we arrived were finished birch. With a slender body and huge roots, a tree needs a long hanging to transport.

When Ye Cheng arrived at the construction site, he saw Ye Chunhui squatting on the side of the road with a safety helmet, with a bun stuffed in his mouth and a few plastic bags in his hand, which were perfectly hidden among the workers.

"Dad, give me one." Ye Cheng squatted next to his old man, reached out and took a bun out of the bag.

"What are you doing here?"

Ye Chunhui looked back at his own boy.

At this time, Ye Cheng looked at his father carefully. The characters on his eyebrows and the snowflakes floating on his temples were not much different from the image he remembered. Except for the fact that he was carrying some on his back, the wrinkles were a little deeper.

The 20 years have not changed this man much, and the pressure has only bent a little bit of his backbone.

Perhaps because the father and son communicate too little, Ye Cheng now understands that 20 years ago or even earlier, his father carried the family forward little by little.

In my memory, Ye Cheng's first time went to the construction site, he probably went home during college holidays to ask his father for money.

Although I didn't say it later, I was still dissatisfied with my father because of foreign debt. Until the time traveled, there was very little dialogue between the father and son.

"When you ask, I'm standing there and looking at me. There is water in the car, so I'll take it myself."

Ye Chunhui frowned and ignored Ye Cheng's distractedness. He took another bun from the bag, then threw the bag to Ye Cheng, and got up and walked towards the crane.

Ye Chunhui has been doing things himself for so many years. Ye Cheng probably would have to get on the old man if he could drive a crane.

Ye Cheng watched his old father be busy and began to destroy the remaining buns.

After eating, Ye Cheng stood up and patted the soil on his butt, then picked up the water dragon from the back door of the water truck, and began to water the fallen tree pit.

Ye Chunhui looked at Ye Cheng's skillful operation and raised his eyebrows, said nothing, turned around and continued to direct the unloading of the truck.

Dragging the heavy water dragon, Ye Cheng seemed to have returned to the days of hard survival.

At that time, Ye Cheng took over a small project for greening and maintenance in the community. With a construction period of 4 months, if one worker is missing, he would earn nearly 20,000 yuan more. Ye Cheng would drag the water dragon around the community in those months.

Memories did not affect Ye Cheng's efficiency in working. The sun quickly rose. Before 11 o'clock, the hot sunlight distorted the air.

"It's been ragged! It's been ragged! It's been ragged! It's been ragged! It's been ragged! It's been ragged! It's ragged" Ye Chunhui slapped the loudspeaker twice.

"It's over. I'll kill pigs and vegetables at noon today. Don't drink alcohol. I'll start work at 4 pm. I'll be greedy for the evening."

With Ye Chunhui's shouts, the workers began to walk back one after another with their tools. Ye Cheng also closed the water valve and began to wrap up the water dragon.

"What are you doing to pester it? I won't need it in the afternoon!"

Ye Chunhui, who walked to Ye Cheng, took the water dragon and threw it down.

"This old man can't say a good thing." Ye Cheng curled his lips and muttered in a low voice.

"What's Moji? Let's go and have a meal." Ye Chunhui patted Ye Cheng's head and turned to the canteen.

Ye Chunhui and his son followed the workers to have a big pot of rice. Ye Chunhui wanted to say something to Ye Cheng several times, but until the old man returned to the car to sleep, neither of them spoke.

"Let's go, dad, I'll call me if I'm short of people, I'll be cheap." Ye Cheng lay down on the car window and said a few words to his old father.

"Get out."
Chapter completed!