Chapter 464

Lu Zhaowen didn't say yes or no.

Su Haitang put it aside and hurried back to the city.

Knowing that no one wanted to hear her report last night, she might as well have stayed at home all night to save trouble.

Su Haitang went to the department store to buy a lot of things. He stuffed the canned Lingquan water orange prepared in the space into the bag and handed it to the village head.

Years ago, she remitted money back to the village and installed a telephone for the milk family, so that she didn't have to borrow the phone of the village head's house every time. If she didn't tell me the trouble, she would still owe a favor.

Zhang Yuee has been diligent and frugal all her life. She is not willing to spend this money. She has always said that she would hook up the phone. She is persuaded by Su Haitang.

Su Haitang understood milk's mind and simply advised her to open a canteen and use the telephone as a charging public telephone. It's not appropriate. Not only does it not waste telephone fees, it can also generate income.

And milk is so old that it's better to do less heavy work in the field. It's good to keep a canteen and earn a lot of money.

That is, there is no concept of retirement in rural areas. As long as you can play, you won't be idle. Many old people are physically overloaded with work, but they are used to carrying it.

The village environment is like this, and her milk is no exception.

But Su Haitang was distressed.

Su Haitang gave all the capital of the canteen. She couldn't help with the rest. Fortunately, she didn't worry about them.

Just taking advantage of the winter leisure, the family went to battle together to get through and clean up the two East Wing rooms of Zhang Yuee's house facing the street;

The formalities were handled by the lobby elder brother Su Haiyang. The Su family's canteen opened. The business is neither salty nor light. It's pretty good.

It's convenient to call the milk side, and there's a canteen tied up, so she doesn't run out to remit money and mail parcels to her in winter. She's also at ease, and she doesn't have much to entrust the old village head to take back.

Farewell to the old village head, Su Haitang took the bus to the Ministry of foreign affairs.

She politely called in advance to confirm, but she was still a little nervous.

How can she write songs for others? Not all copied!

I have to talk to others. I can't hurt Vice Minister Zhu's filial piety. Of course, I can't reveal my own stuffing.

It's true that the gun hit the head bird. It's cool to be in the limelight for a while. Isn't this sequela coming?

Su Haitang cried in his heart, but he had a pile of hot potato in his hand, and he couldn't help it.

Vice Minister Zhu made it clear that if she wanted to write a song, she didn't know how to waste her breath to return the gift to boss Bai, President of Su.

What a sweet burden.

Su Haitang has fun in hard work and forces himself to cheer up.

If only I could get in touch with the little fox. Cheng Yuanzheng has many ghost ideas, which can certainly help her share her worries.

By the way, there are old foxes in her family!

Su Haitang photographed his forehead, got out of the car quickly, found a public phone and dialed it to his crafty grandfather.

"Grandpa's not here? Oh, well, it's okay. I'll call my father."

"My father is not here? Oh, I'm not in a hurry. I'll call my nurse."

"Milk, do you know what my grandpa did?"

After two times of missing people, Su Haitang asked a little uneasy.

"It's a task. He's busy, and you don't know." Yuan Yingchao took the time to answer his granddaughter's phone and answered carelessly. He didn't forget to urge the design draft.

"It's time to prepare for the new products in spring. Don't always procrastinate and procrastinate on your design. You don't do things simply."

What else can su Haitang say? Promise her.

Hang up the phone. Su Haitang feels like a kitten scratching in his heart. It itches badly.

Is Cheng Yuanzheng's mission ending? Right, right?