On the third day, Wei Qian's family had completely returned to normal.

Although Wei Qian just came back to recuperate and did nothing, his role was like a mix of a Dinghai Sword Needle and a Mascot. As long as he poked that, everyone could do whatever they should do.

In the early morning, Wei Zhiyuan greeted him, packed his bag and prepared to go to the summer camp to report. As soon as the door was opened, an enamel cup on the upper floor fell down with a "bang". Wei Zhiyuan shrank his feet and looked up.

I saw a pretty woman standing in front of Sanpang's house upstairs, and was launching a million-dB shock wave at Sanpang's house with her voice: "Xiong Yingjun, get out of here!"

The old bear locked the security door, opened the gap inside, hid inside and meowed weakly: "Husband, please calm down."

The lady couldn't stop, her eyes were red, and she was full of big eyes and double eyelids: "Okay, you have grown up your skills. After you left for several months, you didn't say a word. I thought you were dead! Why didn't you just die outside? As soon as you came back, she shrank into the little vixen's house. I said Xiong Yingjun, you are not young anymore, can you die if you have some face?!"

Wei Qian almost sprayed out the soy milk, walked out in deep and shallow steps, and sent Wei Zhiyuan away: "Go to school quickly, don't have fun."

Then he turned his hand and took it with his own door, leaned against the corridor, held his hands in front of his chest, and listened to the "sound of nature" upstairs with an expression of enjoyment like listening to the concert.

Seeing that a strange scene of catching a mistress in the house was about to take place outside the house, Sanpang quickly squeezed Lao Xiong aside with a frown, opened his own security door, and said humbly: "Sister-in-law Tiefan, I beg you. Have you seen it carefully? Is there a 'little vixen' like me, old pig?"

Mrs. Xiong was shocked by Sanpang's big face that occupied her entire retina on the spot, and she didn't say anything for half a minute.

The coward, Lao Xiong, took the opportunity to tiptoe and retreat into the house, but Mrs. Xiong soon discovered the intention.

Mrs. Xiong shouted loudly, stretched out her sharp nails, pulled Sanpang away with a tremendous effort, broke into the house in two steps, caught the old bear, rolled up her sleeves and committed unilateral domestic violence on him, and caught him.

Sanfat raised his respect and simulated a gesture of taking off his hat bare hands. He bent down and watched them go downstairs. Wei Qian couldn't help but take off his hat and pay tribute like Sanfat.

The two of them watched Lao Xiong being dragged away happily, and in a tacit understanding that others could not understand, they said in unison: "If you are cheap, you will get something for the gods!"

...Old bear's expression was inexplicably sad and angry.

But two days later, the old bear came back.

He knocked on the door of Wei Qian's house. When Wei Qian saw him, his first sentence was: "You haven't been beaten to death yet?"

"..." Old Xiong was silent for a moment, "It's still alive, which disappoints you."

Lao Xiong provided Wei Qian with two options for him to choose from. One was that Wei Qian gave a slight discount on the basis of fair prices and sold the part he collected to Lao Xiong. He took the money and left. The other was that his money was used as a shareholding, and Lao Xiong sold it together to share the profits with him.

If Wei Qian is not stupid, he will choose the second one. So Lao Xiong put his palms together and told him the real purpose of his trip: "It's great. You haven't started school yet. Please sell medicine to me during the summer vacation."

Wei Qian stretched his injured leg to the old bear and asked him: "Boss Xiong, touch your conscience and tell me it is still there and has not been taken away by the dog."

Lao Xiong asked expressionlessly: "Don't you want to watch with your own eyes how your long journey turned into RMB, and staggered into your account in a row?"

Wei Qian: “…”

Lao Xiong rolled his eyes and then made a new suggestion: "I think Mr. San is very close to me, so I can pull him onto the pirate ship in the future."

Wei Qian asked from the bottom of his heart: "How did you see this?"

Lao Xiong said: "I think Mr. San is very Zen. Look at his name. It is said that when he was a child, a monk passed by his house, he insisted that he had a fate with the Buddha and wanted to take him to ordain it. However, ordinary parents were reluctant to let him go, so they defeated it and took the word "fish" in "muyu" and named the name "twice."

Wei Qian narrowed his eyes and listened for a while, and found that Sanpang's skin had become thicker, and he could even make the name of "sprayon" a lifelong shameful name to this point. So he asked: "He didn't tell you that his original surname was 'Lin', and it fell from the sky. Did the Leifeng Pagoda fall when he landed on the ground?"

Lao Xiong sighed and said, "The three views are not in line, ordinary people..."

Wei Qian: "I asked you to go and see your grandma who was 'sewn tightly before leaving'."

While talking, Xiaobao happened to run back from outside. Old Xiong looked at her carefully: "This is your sister, how old is the little girl?"

Wei Qian pressed Xiaobao's head: "It's about to be fourteen, Xiaotu Xingsun is not as tall as the ten-year-old."

"It's okay, I look late," Lao Xiong looked at Xiaobao kindly, and said in a good way through the phenomenon, "Look at her big feet, she won't be shorter in the future."

Xiaobao vomited a little, but he couldn't hear that this was a good or bad thing.

Before leaving, Wei Qian sent Lao Xiong out. Lao Xiong asked casually: "Where is your brother?"

Wei Qian said: "I went to the summer camp."

Lao Xiong was silent for a moment: "Summer camp? Is it good to study?"

Wei Qian smiled hypocritically: "Where is, he can't do it, it's just average, but it's a little stronger than me."

"Smart, good at studying," Lao Xiong shook his head as if sighing, and said to Wei Qian, "You need to educate him well."

Wei Qian was stunned: "Ah?"

Old Xiong slowly stretched out his hand and gestured: "This sword, if it is thin to a certain extent, it will seem that there is only that layer of blade left on the whole body. Most of the evil weapons and demon soldiers in ancient times took this path. This kind of sword takes a detour and will bring a layer of flesh and blood as soon as it is unsheathed. But people are not steel. If you live too 'thin', it will be too dangerous, and it is easy to be poor in fortune and life and thin..."

"Then what, wait a moment, I am a little uneducated," Wei Qian took out his ears, "Can you please express it in human language?"

"..." Old Xiong looked at him, and a grievance slowly appeared on his fairy-like face, "How could I offend your little bastard? He actually informed my wife. If this happens, I can't spare him!"

After saying that, the old bear walked with murderous steps.

Wei Qian thought that Wei Zhiyuan’s report was a bit unethical, but his lack of morality was awesome.

But then again, since the complaint was made by him, Wei Qian decided to express his opinion. So when Wei Zhiyuan went home during the holiday on weekends, his elder brother waved to him, "Get over!"

Wei Zhiyuan's heart skipped and rolled over.

Wei Qian put his injured leg on the short table on the side, lit a cigarette "snap" and asked Wei Zhiyuan in a tone of "confession, lenient resistance and strictness": "I said, what have you done?"

Wei Zhiyuan's mind was blank at that time, and the incident that instinctively thought it was a meat processing factory was discovered.

However, his first reaction was not that he would end up in something, whether there would be a policeman to arrest him, or whether he would be involved in any charges - but that his elder brother knew what he should do.

Will the elder brother think he is calculating? Will he think he is scary? Will he think he is raising a detestable little devil by his side?

Wei Zhiyuan suddenly panicked, and his face turned pale after a moment.

Wei Qian didn't expect his reaction so much, he was stunned for a moment, reflected on his face, and found that he did not say anything serious.

He coughed dryly, rolled his eyelids, making himself less vicious: "Tell me how old you are, ah? You can do this kind of thing, and you can even tell me that you will sue me... Cough, of course, it's not that it's right to not let people discover it!"

Wei Zhiyuan's rationality finally came back bit by bit - by the way, the eldest brother called him over in that tone just now, how could there be something big happening?

Besides, although the man in the warehouse was dead, the door was locked by the shift changer, and the person walked in by himself. What he did was just to buy some wine with the guy's money. Not to mention that he had already dealt with it, no one would investigate it. Even if someone had found out the cause and effect, who could convict him based on this point alone?

Wei Zhiyuan was shaken and his heart was regained, and he returned to his stern heart.

Looking at Wei Qian, Wei Zhiyuan despised his chaotic moment in his heart.

The young boy's heart is like a sea, calm on the surface, always rational and peaceful, but it contains huge rebellion and restlessness in it, and it is balanced for a long time at a dangerous and imminent critical point.

In such a sea of ​​heart, Wei Zhiyuan thought: What can I do if I know? Anyway, I have sworn that I will take good care of my elder brother for the rest of my life. I will give it to my elder brother whatever I have. Even if my elder brother takes his life, he will take it as a way to repay the kindness of raising him back that I picked him up and clear the two.

So what does the elder brother think of him and what does it matter?

Wei Zhiyuan thought to himself: "I'm just like that anyway, it doesn't matter no matter how others think of me."

But on the surface, Wei Zhiyuan still maintained his usual obedience and admitted his mistakes with kindness: "I was wrong, I will make an anonymous call next time."

"Bah!" Wei Qian stood on the parents' standpoint, ensuring his apparent disagreement. At the same time, he secretly expressed his inner preferences and decided to give Wei Zhiyuan a reward.

He jumped up with one leg, put his shoulder on Wei Zhiyuan, and slowed down his tone and said, "I'll tell grandma not to cook, let's go out to eat."

Wei Zhiyuan's expression was natural, and there seemed to be no abnormality. The palm of his palm holding Wei Qian's waist was soaked in sweat.

In the last month of the summer vacation, Wei Qian and Sanpang followed Lao Xiong around and negotiated many business times.

Wei Qian then realized that Lao Xiong was definitely not as bearish as he showed. Others had a wide range of roads and were all involved in any business. When you think of their Northwest team, you will understand that although everyone’s purpose was to buy medicine, they were not affected by the final goal at all on the road. As long as you can make money, you can see business opportunities and make money.

The old bear's hammer and bars seemed to be rushing around like a headless fly, but was accumulating and groping for something.

When it was okay, Wei Qian still liked to stay in Lao Xiong's pharmacy, occasionally dealing with a few customers, chatting most of the time, and occasionally running Lao Xiong with Sanpang.

The old prime minister can hold a boat in his stomach, but he doesn't have the same knowledge as the young people.

When talking about Lao Xiong's life-and-death buying a pot, Sanpang couldn't help asking: "Boss Xiong, it's fine if you say that we, Qian'er, are jealous of money, but you are a big family and have a big business, why are you doing this so hard?"

Lao Xiong said leisurely: "Of course it is for profit. The so-called businessman is someone who takes some risks to make profits. Do you admit it? Taking risks and making careful decisions are the basic skills of businessmen."

Wei Qian blew the situation on the spot: "Forgive me, I can see that you take risks and take risks together with pulling people onto the pirate ship. The others are too obscure and I can't see them."

Lao Xiong commented on his comments in a short manner: "Long hair, short knowledge."

Sanpang suddenly shook the palm-leaf fan, and his gums were exposed.

Wei Qian decided to cut his half-length hair that he was heading towards the beast-type artist before school started.

"You were so arrogant that you wanted to board my pirate ship. Mr. Weizi, don't turn the black and white. Besides, you should thank me. The pirate ship I pulled you on is the real Noah's Ark," Lao Xiong knocked on the table with shameless words and began to deliver a personal speech. "I tell you what kind of decade it will be. First of all, labor-intensive industries have no future, such as those... people who open restaurants, those who do manufacturing, and those who do OEMs, can't do it. They can only be squeezed out of life in the day after day competition and the rise in labor prices."

"For example, you," Lao Xiong pointed at Sanpang, "Sansen, you should throw away the idea of ​​opening a hot pot restaurant and selling pork belly. It's too difficult to make a living with your stuff. With your IQ, you can't think of having a lot of prospects."

Sanpang was hit by his ideal level in life and looked at Boss Xiong in a daze.

"Technologically intensive enterprises... Oh, all literary and high-end ones are included. They are much more vital than the former, so going to college is beneficial. Knowledge and technology can indeed change their destiny," Lao Xiong glanced at Wei Qian and said in a more intense tone, "However, the spring of technology-intensive enterprises is still halfway through. Our entire society has not had time to reach that level. Maybe in ten years, we will cultivate a breeding ground for the technology industry, but it is not possible now, and it is still budding. In the next ten years, this industry will stumbling in the shadow of being monopolized. You can easily become a middle-class person in it, and you may have a promising future, but the latter will take time."

Wei Qian shut up and listened carefully to Lao Xiong's words.

Lao Xiong picked up the teacup, took a sip, and ticked his mouth hard: "Only a capital-intensive industry is the real high-end that will not decline in the next ten years. You can leverage projects of one or two people, hundreds of millions, and billions of projects. What is that? The continuous flow of cash in your hands, and you will not have the concept of "making money" in your mind at all. But one thing, this kind of industry has a natural high threshold, that is, you must first have capital. The original accumulation of capital is a arduous process, which is more difficult than everything you did later. If you catch my ark, it is equivalent to taking the shortcut to the original accumulation. Do you understand? Tsk, a ungrateful little boy."

Sanpang hit Wei Qian with his elbow: "Qian'er, what he means is that you will be lucky to win the lottery after you follow him."

Wei Qian said: "Yes, why did you think I didn't use this rare luck to buy lottery tickets?"

Old Xiong glanced at Wei Qian, his expression slightly heavier: "But I admit my mistake. This time I was a bit miscalculated and had a wrong judgment on the risk, especially I was sorry that Xiao Liu. Unfortunately, there are no people in their family, otherwise I can make up for it."

When talking about Xiaoliu, the three of them were silent for a while. The only Sanpang who was not involved sighed: "Brother has no life."

The old bear lit a cigarette and inserted it into the ashtray, allowing the wisps of the cigarette to rise by itself, just like a scent of it.

Sanpang and Wei Qian looked at each other and suddenly felt a little kind of intimate - they also inserted a cigarette in this way when they were commemorating pockmarks under the big locust tree.
To be continued...