Xihe is always gray in the morning, and the air is filled with the bitter fragrance of flowers. In the gray air, the sun becomes like a large frosted light bulb. Wang Zixu stood at the door of the cigarette shop and lit a big harvest.

That was the last big harvest in his cigarette case. As the green smoke rose up, the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up into a smile. He felt that he was very treacherous.

His father lives not far from his home, and he goes to visit him every other month. Every time he wants to bring something with him, such as milk or beer. After his wife learns about it, she will take it out every time.

The ledger is used to settle accounts for him.

My wife always says, look, after your child is born, after deducting a few months of milk powder and diapers, our family's savings will be exactly zero. If you give your father a box of milk now, our child will have one less bottle in the future.

Milk powder, if you give your dad a box of beer now, our children will have fewer diapers in the future. Don’t take it to heart, just give it to them. After a year, you can explain to your children yourself why

Live by drinking the northwest wind.

In order to avoid being sorry for the child in the future, I had to let my father suffer a little. Fortunately, my father didn't care. But today's Wang Zixu is different from the past. He now has more than 10,000 yuan in private money, and his wife's account book has a surplus. Today

Father doesn't have to suffer. His wallet is the reason he stands in front of the cigarette shop.

Of course, he is not standing here just to honor his father. Later he will give his father the contract of Wenwen Company to sign. If his father asks more questions, he will have to bite the bullet and tell his father that this is a company that does business.

What kind of company.

Wang Zixu's father is Wang Jianguo. Although Comrade Wang Jianguo smokes, drinks, and curses, he is a traditional good comrade. If Comrade Wang Jianguo learns the details of this company, he will definitely be furious.

But if he had a drink with Comrade Wang Jianguo first, with his character and ability to drink, he would be able to sign ten, let alone one. Wang Zixu wouldn't have to make up lies to deceive him.

It is a good thing to honor one's father, but it is a bad thing to deceive one's parents. Doing a good deed avoids doing an evil deed, and the saints in ancient times were just like that. So Wang Zixu felt that he was very treacherous, and he smiled mischievously while smoking.

When I walked into the store, I saw a dazzling array of things. There were cigarettes in the glass cabinets, and wine on the shelves. Between the glass cabinets and the shelves was the boss, who was dark and thin, staring at him like a hawk.

Wang Zixu looked around and said modestly: "I haven't smoked many cigarettes. What's the quality of this Liqun bag?"

The boss said: "It's a little higher than what you smoke in your mouth."

Wang Zixu put out the cigarette in his mouth, threw it into the ashtray, pointed at Hadrian in the cabinet and asked, "Where's this?"

The boss said: "It's a bit higher than the one you just turned off."

Wang Zixu was annoyed and said, "That's enough. Don't I know what grade I smoke? Even any cigarette is of a higher grade. If you do this, first give me two bottles of Daohuaxiang Vitality, and then two bottles of Soft China."

Then I choose what I draw myself.

After the boss helped prepare the ingredients, he rubbed his hands and came back and asked, "Do you prefer the business-style pumping method or the ration-style pumping method?"

Wang Zixu asked: "What is the business-style pumping method? What is the ration-style pumping method?"

The boss said: "Business style smoking is mainly for showing others, and everyone passes cigarettes to each other for tasting, which can focus on showing your grade and taste. Then ration style is for customers who smoke more aggressively, paying more attention to cost performance and taste."

Wang Zixu said, please recommend both to me.

The boss said: "For business style, I recommend two products. One is Yellow Crane Tower 1916. This cigarette is a long-established 100-yuan cigarette. It has the aura of historical reputation and status. The packaging is low-key and simple, and it has a rich history.

The sense, design and recognition are second to none. Take it out and you will be the brightest star among smokers;

"In addition, I also recommend this Hetianxia. As the saying goes, a 20-yuan cigarette cannot suppress your worries, but a 100-yuan Hetianxia can. Its smoke is clear and pure, and its sales volume is among the top three in the country at the same price. The packaging design is profound.

Tender and tender, possessing both the qualities of a prodigal and a tough guy.”

Wang Zixu pondered for a while and said, "Can you recommend some more rations to me?"

The boss said: "As for rations, if you smoke smoke, I recommend this Ruanyun. If you smoke flavor, I recommend this Nephrite. If you smoke feelings, I recommend this Xuan Hemen."

"

Wang Zixu finally chose a box of Xuanhemen, carried the large and small bags out of the door, and rode on the electric car. He suddenly thought that in this era, feelings cost 20 yuan. If his wife knew about it, she might have to marry him again.

Settle accounts.

So, he took out the empty box from Da Feng Harvest, put Xuan Hemen in it, and then threw away Xuan Hemen's box. As he rode on the road, the wind blew up his hair, and he felt that he was becoming more and more treacherous.

He laughed mischievously again.

My father lives in an old community in the north of the city. The first floor of the community here is raised half a floor, and the bottom is sunk half a floor into the ground, forming a half-slope basement.

The original idea of ​​the design was to use these basements as garages, but the owners were smart enough to rent out these basements, and the monthly rent was only 300 yuan.

His father only had a meager pension. In order to make room for Wang Zixu and his wife, he moved out of the old house. Wang Zixu felt that he should bear his father's rent. This month, he rented a half-slope basement of 300 yuan. With his current strength, he could find

The best place ever.

Wang Zixu rode his bicycle through the community, and along the way there were countless old men and women waving cattail fans. They were all residents of these semi-sloping basements. The basements were dark, damp and unventilated. Without air conditioning, living there in the summer would be a disaster.

.Old people don’t like to turn on the air conditioner, so they all sit in the yard to enjoy the cool air.

When Wang Zixu arrived, he found a naked man doing pull-ups on a clothes rack. His figure was slightly out of shape, but his muscles were still full. This was Comrade Wang Jianguo.

Wang Zixu shouted from behind, "Dad, Dad!" Wang Jianguo jumped down from the clothes rack, looked back and saw him, and said, "Hey, you idiot, aren't you going to work today?"

Wang Zixu said, I worked overtime last night, and my boss asked me to catch up on my sleep in the morning. I couldn't sleep, so I came to see you.

Wang Jianguo came over and said: "I thought you skipped work. Your leader has been so kind to you. You still have to work hard and don't think the salary is low. You can't find your current job even with a lantern. Look.

The little old man and the old lady here, I don’t know how much they envy my son for eating in the public family. Those little cunts of their junior generation are just messing around in the society, and they have been beaten many times.”

The prince nodded in agreement and took down the cigarettes and alcohol from the car. Old comrade Wang Jianguo came over and pulled them away, staring at him and saying, "What is this cunt thing you are talking about? Did you rob a bank?"
Chapter completed!