MTL - The Era of Hard Work-Chapter 24 multimillionaire

   Chapter 24 Multimillionaire

Back at the newspaper office, Fang Yan specially found the previous issues of Taidong Weekly, and every issue saw reports or advertisements from the Chia Tai Art Auction Company. Considering the huge circulation of the weekly magazine, if it was a scam, the consequences might be worse. imagined more serious.

Whether    is a scam, you can’t listen to the one-sided words of the letter, you must go and see for yourself.

   Going to buy some antique porcelain after get off work?

  Unfortunately, the seemingly simple and honest boy was actually slick and unwilling to help.

  Otherwise, it would be easier to investigate if someone like him was familiar with the way.

  Fang Yan would not have thought that if Lu Dong really wanted to bring her in, the two might not be able to come out completely.

   Lu Dong rejected Fang Yan's enticement of the prize, took another bus to the west gate of Shilibao Market, and then went through the market to get a bicycle home.

  Rewards are tempting, safety is more important.

   After plucking the hair from the liar's head, and then hanging out in front of people, isn't this courting death?

  Lv Dong rode his bicycle back to Lujia Village under the scorching sun. When he passed by the gate of the brigade, Lu Zhenlin just came out.

   "Dongzi!" Lu Zhenlin saw him from afar.

  Lu Dong got out of the car and greeted people: "Three grandpas."

  Lv Zhenlin glanced at the bucket on the back seat of the bicycle and the handbag on the handlebar: "What are you doing?"

   Lu Dong said with a smile, "Sold something."

   Lu Zhenlin didn't ask any more questions and said, "The matter of the advanced individuals in fighting the flood has been settled."

   Lu Dong asked a question that he didn't have time to ask last time: "Are there any material rewards for advanced individuals?"

   Lu Zhenlin's face darkened instantly: "This is an honor, both for you personally and for the village."

   Lu Dong scratched his head: "I read in the newspaper, don't all the rewards pay attention to the combination of spiritual incentives and material incentives?"

   Lu Zhenlin thought for a while and said, "There should be, not too much."

   Lu Dong understands that the main focus is on spiritual motivation.

   Anyway, this is a good thing, but I don’t know if I can get it.

   "The pennant is almost ready." Lv Zhenlin said again: "You, the advanced individual, will accompany me to deliver the pennant. In the past few days, go to the county first. When the time is, I will call someone to inform you."

   This is an opportunity for Lu Zhenlin to give him a sense of presence. Thinking of the material reward, Lu Dong quickly responded: "Okay, what do you need me to do, third grandfather, please tell me."

  Lv Zhenlin looked at the bucket and bag again, and reminded: "After school, it's a good thing to exercise, don't make trouble outside, or I'll send you to the police station myself."

  Lu Dong knew that this was caring, and the expressions of the older generation were always special: "I see."

Thinking of Lu Dong's performance since the flood, Lu Zhenlin was really relieved: "You first have a long-term experience, and when you accumulate some experience, let Jianguo find a factory and get a formal establishment. It's not a problem if you don't have an establishment, and your daughter-in-law will not. Good to find."

   Lu Dong could only be vague. Lu Zhenlin waved his hand and walked towards the elementary school, muttering whether there is a tree or not.

  There are big trees everywhere in the elementary school.

   Lu Dong rode his bicycle and entered the factory to make weaving, which was not within his scope of consideration.

  This place is simple and conservative, and some ideas have far-reaching influence. For example, there are three kinds of unfilial piety.

  The rural areas are worse. The stability and security of families in towns are closely tied to the iron rice bowl.

  Thousands of good things are worse than iron rice bowls.

   There is no iron rice bowl, and farming is better than speculating.

   Even in 1998, in Lu Dong's hometown, many people of the older generation still regarded trading as speculation.

   It is impossible for Lu Dong to enter the factory to hold an iron rice bowl.

   During this time period, even if it gets compiled in, it is estimated that it will come out soon.

   Qingzhao's factories, except for those that were converted to joint-stock companies early, were almost wiped out.

   went to the orchard to put down the bucket, Lv Dong returned to the old house, and found a notebook, specially recorded the contact information of Fang Yan and Du Xiaobing.

  A reporter who can be equipped with a mobile phone has a certain status in the newspaper.

   A piece of wall skin fell off in the main room, so Lu Dong simply cleaned it up.

  The old-fashioned blue-brick and blue-tiled house is hard to say how many years it can last.

   Such an old house looks antique and seems to have deep cultural traditions, but it is very inconvenient to live in. Not to mention other things, don’t be surprised if you see a scorpion or a mouse on the dining table on the windowsill one day, it is a normal phenomenon.

Seventh Uncle told Lu Dong one thing, the south neighbor's house is particularly unsanitary, and there are groups of rats. Seventh Uncle once visited his house and saw that the lids of the rice jars in his storage room are very delicate, all gray and black circles. The beads are put together, and each bead is also wearing a rope with a thick bottom and a thin top, which is absolutely rare.

   In the words of Seventh Uncle, he was curious to see it, and the lid of the rice jar suddenly disintegrated and disappeared.

  It turned out to be a group of mice poking their butts next to stealing rice.

   Of course, this is a bit exaggerated, but in the old house, it can be called a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger.

   Snakes and ferrets are not uncommon, and there are even legends of big rabbits and skin foxes on the old streets.

   In the afternoon, the orchard had to make potions. After Lu Dong cleaned up the fallen walls, he rode his bicycle to the orchard.

   The second grandmother, third grandmother and fourth grandmother of Lv Jianren's line all came to help. They are getting older and it is a bit difficult to dispense medicine with the sprayer, but they can help boil water and make dinner.

   Lu Dong went to help my mother to carry out the prepared pesticides. All the containers in the orchard were filled with water.

   A faint smell of chicken excrement wafted over. Aunt Tie, who was as thick as her shoulders to her feet, walked into the orchard with a sprayer on her back. Behind Lu Lanlan stretched her head and retracted, as if she was a little scared.

   Lu Dong first moved Aunt Tie to Maza, and waved at the door: "Lanlan, come in."

   Lu Lanlan pointed to the inexplicable mythical beast squatting on the ridge of the columbarium: "I'm afraid, it keeps staring at me."

   "Don't look at it and it will be fine." Lu Dong taught the secrets he summed up when he was a child.

Lu Lanlan lowered her head and slowly moved into the orchard. First, she looked at the catfish in the tank. Seeing Lu Dong coming over, she said in a low voice, "Brother Dong, my dad took the catfish that you gave me, and said that it was too small and no meat. Raise it, and eat it when you're fat."

   Hearing this, Lv Dong unconsciously looked over the gate of the orchard and looked at the chicken manure pond, which he couldn't see at all: As expected of Uncle Tie!

  Look at Lu Lanlan again, thirteen or fourteen pretty young girls, uncle Tie, are you willing?

   Lu Dong said very seriously: "Lanlan, don't eat catfish in the future."

   Lu Lanlan was surprised: "Why?"

   The truth is too cruel, Lu Dong can't say it: "I believe in your brother Dong."

   Then, the aunt Li Min, the second aunt, the seventh aunt, and a few neighbors on the old street arrived. More than a dozen people came, and they brought their own sprayers.

   is of course hand-pressed.

   This is also one of the reasons why Lu Dong is not a soft egg and has no hesitation in fighting the flood.

  The human heart is made of flesh.

  Although there are occasional gossips, the local people on the old street treat them not bad at all.

   As long as there is hope, who can be indifferent?

  Many people are powerful, and they are all living in the fields. As long as Hu Chunlan mixes pesticides well, the 20-acre orchard is not too big.

  The use of pesticides may affect the monkeys, but it is necessary to distinguish the primary and secondary.

  There are already quite a few heart-eating insects, leaf roller moths, and yellow aphids. If you don’t spray pesticides, you can make people cry when you harvest the fruit.

  The public grains paid by the orchards are all borrowed, and they also hope to sell the next fruit and return it.

   Not only fruit trees, but also self-eating vegetables grown in orchards, which also require potions.

  If you don't use the potion, all kinds of moth larvae, mole crickets, aphids, snails, etc. will gnaw the leaves full of holes.

   Don’t even eat it, you will lose your appetite unless you want to supplement protein.

   Before 5:30, the pesticides were finished. Everyone simply washed their hands and faces, ate in the orchard, took a rest, and went to Uncle Tie’s chicken farm.

   Tonight, the broiler chicken will be released.

  The truck for the chickens has arrived, and the cages for the chickens are piled up beside the truck.

  Uncle Tie pulled Aunt Tie aside to speak, and some of it reached Lu Dong's ears.

  The person who collected the chickens was a friend of Uncle Tie and Auntie Tie for many years. They suggested that the two should develop broiler chicken processing on the basis of chicken farms.

  Raise chickens to see the market, the market is good and bad, and the ability to resist risks is too poor.

   If you encounter an epidemic or something, you will lose your money.

   There is an old saying here: if a family is rich, those with hair are not counted.

   But doing broiler processing requires investment.

   This is not a trivial matter, Uncle Tie and Auntie Tie are very cautious.

   It is related to the future and destiny of other people's families. Lu Dong can only listen to it, and forget it.

  It got dark and the chicken coop was lit. Lu Dong and Uncle Tie were in charge of catching the chickens. These meat-eating chickens were timid and easy to catch.

  Have enough chicken for 65 days, and the portion is full.

   This is a broiler chicken that has been out for a relatively long time. Lu Dong remembered that Uncle Tie raised a batch of large broiler chickens, which could be released in forty days.

   As for the meat quality, don’t expect much.

   Stew a chicken, and the streets are fragrant.

   Stew a big broiler chicken, and the kitchen doesn't smell good.

   To exaggerate, it's like eating wood slag.

   Mixed Hair Chicken is much better and the mainstream in the market.

   It was busy until after ten o'clock in the evening, when all the chickens in the three chicken coops were caught, and everyone smelled of chicken manure.

  After the incident, Lu Dong left first and returned to the orchard to catch the monkeys. Maybe the medicinal properties were not targeted, and the effects of the pesticides were not as big as imagined, but it took a long time, and some of the monkeys blocked by tape had already shed their skins.

   Tonight's harvest was slightly smaller than the previous day.

   But if others have helped you, you naturally have to help others, which is the most normal human relationship.

   This is, after all, a human society.

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  Quannan City, a family area near Shilibao Market, Fang Yan came back from get off work with her bag, greeted her neighbors, and walked up the stairs to a two-bedroom apartment with a kitchen and no bathroom.

   Her hometown is Beihe, which has the worst economic conditions in Quannan, and she also comes from the countryside.

  Quannan already has commercial housing, but it is also out of reach for young people in this era.

   As for unit allocation, young comrades naturally queue for a long time.

   The small two-bedroom apartment here is the house of Aunt Fang Yan. Her aunt and uncle were employees of the railway department and were transferred to work in Jose.

   Entering the room, Fang Yan opened the bag and took a small bowl with a rather simple style and put it on the table.

   After staring for a while, she took out a small tape recorder and pressed the play button.

   A loud voice said in standard Mandarin: "The shape, pattern and signature of this bowl are all classic styles in the late Ming Dynasty. Although it is a folk kiln work, there are very few in the world. Let me estimate... The market price is at least 400,000!"

   After listening to the recording, Fang Yan took out an appraisal certificate bought for 50 yuan from her bag, which was signed with Professor Liang Yong's signature and seal.

   "I got rich?" Fang Yan laughed at herself: "A bowl bought for 5 yuan from a roadside stall is worth 400,000."

   She thought of the owner of the stall selling bowls: "If you think about it like this, the stall owner is a multi-millionaire!"

  Fang Yan decided to continue the operation tomorrow to see if he could apply for a small video recorder in the company.

   She also has to apply for corresponding bonuses for clue providers. With several years of experience in the industry, she judges that this will be a big news!

   Ask for a recommendation ticket! Ask for support!

   (end of this chapter)