Chapter 43： Yueyue, I am Tian Ma

Chapter 43 Yueyue, I am Tian Ma

When the flowered shirt came over, Wang Jianzhong was still lying on the recliner in the main room, with a wet towel on his forehead, and kept using his hands to smooth his chest.

"Uncle, what's the matter?" Hua Shirt raised his heart, and was already planning to go back and call his brothers, and was going to put a sack on whoever didn't have eyes.

Wang Jianzhong waved his hand and said weakly, "Your cousin has never heard from you?"

"No, I guess it's something wrong." Mentioning this matter, Hua Shirt's expression turned ugly, "Bo, I don't think we should expect Song Yueliang, that's not something we can match."

"You know what!" Wang Jianzhong was so angry that he tore off the wet wipe from his forehead and threw it on the flowered shirt, "Taoxi Village has become famous because of Song Yueliang and the malnourished melons in their village! Now They can compete with us in Xizhong Village!"

"What kind of urban-rural cooperation is the county going to do in August, strive for business support, and give a town two election spots! Taoxi Village won one this time!"

"There are sixteen villages in Hagilu Town! Before, Taoxi Village was always at the bottom of the list. Who would have paid attention to them? Now they have turned around!"

Wang Jianzhong became angrier as he talked, "There is no one in the surrounding villages who is convinced, so why is he in Taoxi Village? Isn't it because he has a backer behind him!"

Hua Shirt is usually very arrogant outside, but he is instinctively afraid of his uncle. Seeing him so angry, he dare not talk to him for a while.

What backing?

...Although Taoxi Village has cooperated with Song Yueliang, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are backed by mountains or not.

Without relatives and reasons, if something really happened in Taoxi Village, would Song Yueliang still throw her head and blood?

Isn't this a joke?

Few people who do business are honest.

"Go and contact your cousin again. If she can help you connect with Song Yueliang, then the reward will be doubled!" Wang Jianzhong snapped.

Is there anything that cannot be done in this world?

If there is, it must be that there are not enough chips!

Since Taoxi Village can rely on Song Yueliang to stand up and become famous, he, Xizhong Village, can make his name even louder!

…

Huicheng.

Taifeng Real Estate.

Chief assistant Chen Mo knocked on the door of the general manager's office with a document waiting for approval.

"Come in." A woman's faint voice came from the office.

"Mr. Song, this is just handed in by the planning department. The planning proposal for the land in the north of the city, the evaluation opinions on the land in the south bridge, and an invitation from the Yang County government, inviting you to participate in the urban-rural cooperation meeting in mid-August." Chen Mo said The file was placed on the solid wood desk, and the black-rimmed glasses were raised with his hand, and he made a routine report, "There is a meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon, and the Song Corporation's shareholder meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. Mr. Tang told you not to show up for the time being. There was an appointment call just now and wanted to ask you to meet, and the other party said that the surname was Tian."

Song Yueliang took a few documents and glanced at them briefly, "Yang County's invitation was rejected, and I don't have time. The next time the surname Tian calls, he can be transferred in. Go out."

Chen Mo nodded and exited the office. Just as he was about to close the door, the woman inside called her back, "Taoxi Village is under the jurisdiction of Yang County?"

"Yes, Hagilu Town where Taoxi Village is located is under the jurisdiction of Yang County."

"I accept the invitation, and I will organize the specific time and items into a file later and hand it to me."

Chen Mo's eyebrows twitched. As the chief assistant's professional sensitivity, she immediately engraved the words "Taoxi Village" in her mind.

On the other side, Tongzilou, the old industrial zone in the north of the city.

Old lady Tian and Ma Chunlan were sitting in the living room at home, both of them looked unhappy.

In front of the two of them, there was a man in his twenties walking around restlessly.

"Mom, didn't you say that you have a good relationship with Song Yueliang? Why do you need to make an appointment?" The man is Tian Fumin, the son of Mrs. Tian. There was a gloomy look.

Mrs. Tian was questioned, and her face showed fear, "It was in the past when we had a good relationship. How about someone introduce you to an iron job for nothing? Don't even think about it. I have lost contact with her for several years. According to her kind With Liang's temperament, it's not bad to be willing to call back! Now you are begging for help, not someone begging you, and you have to pick it up?"

Hearing the dissatisfaction in her words, Tian Fumin softened his tone, "Mom, why are you still angry with me? Am I in a hurry? Who knows that the factory will lay off workers as soon as they say that there is no warning !"

Ma Chunlan chimed in, "Yes, Mom, at this time our family should be united and work together. If the rich people lose their jobs in the factory and their jobs, what will our family of four expect in the future?" Living? Is it possible to return from the city to the village and pick up a **** to cultivate the land?"

The food factory is not doing well this year. Just in the morning, the factory suddenly issued an announcement about layoffs, and Tian Fumin's name happened to be on the list.

The whole family panicked immediately. Who would have thought that there would be times when they would not be able to hold their jobs securely?

At first, Tian Fumin thought about buying two small unicorn melons, bringing a bottle of good wine, and giving gifts to the factory manager as an intercession.

As a result, he hasn't bought this item yet, and there is already a long queue of gift-giving intercessors in front of the factory manager's door, and it is not too early to give gifts!

Finally, it was through Ma Chunlan's secret suggestion that he realized that there was another shortcut that his mother could take.

The couple sang together, and Mrs. Tian was sullen, her eyes flickering.

Going back to farm after leaving the city would definitely not work, she couldn't afford to lose that man.

What's more, after so many years of leisure, she can't afford the hardship anymore.

Son's job must be kept.

So this is why she was so reluctant and called Song Yueliang.

Otherwise, she will never appear in front of Song Yueliang again in this life.

"Mom, why don't you make another phone call? He might have been too busy just now, but it's almost evening now, maybe he's done working?" Ma Chunlan urged cautiously.

Old lady Tian gritted her teeth, got up, and walked downstairs to the small shop again.

There are public phones available.

…

Chen Mo got the order early in the morning, and this time the surname Tian called again, and she was directly transferred to the general manager's office.

When Song Yueliang picked up the phone, her eyes were a little empty. Listening to the gentle voice from the other end of the phone, she greeted lightly, "Tian Ma."

"Hey, hey! Yueyue, it's me, I'm Tian's mother," Mrs. Tian's voice seemed to be pleasantly surprised, "I haven't contacted you for many years, and your voice is the same as before, it hasn't changed at all."

"I haven't contacted for many years, Tian Ma suddenly contacted me now to ask for something, right?" Song Yueliang lowered her eyes, and her voice couldn't hear the emotion, "What's the matter?"

The woman's cold voice came through the telephone line, which was somewhat distorted, giving people a sense of indifference and neglect.

Old lady Tian paused for a moment, then forced a smile on her face again, "Yueyue, you have always spoken bluntly, and Mama Tian won't play around with you anymore. Even if Mama Tian is thick-skinned again, I, I want to ask you something..."

The phone bill is not cheap, Mrs. Tian quickly told about the layoffs in the food factory.

She knew that Song Yueliang had contacts in the food factory, and it was only a matter of her words to ask the factory to give her face and keep a worker.

"If we lose this job, our family will have no source of livelihood in the future... Yueyue, can you help me with a word to ask for favors, okay?" Mrs. Tian grabbed the microphone, almost holding her breath, waiting for the answer from the other end.

After a while, two indifferent words sounded in her ears, "Sorry."