Rebirth of the richest man in black technology

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"Uncle Liang, if the price is not right, it will be a big deal for our family to build a house in another field!"

Upon seeing this, Sister Liang pulled Uncle Liang’s sleeve, and then said with a smile: "Hao, this piece of land is really good. Besides, your grandfather and second uncle’s house is nearby. Your family moved inside, too. It’s not an issue."

"Then, as a neighbor relationship, then twenty-five thousand...If it doesn't work, twenty-two thousand, it can't be less."

Sister Liang kept staring at Feng Hao, and when she saw Feng Hao's dissatisfied expression, she quickly changed her words into twenty thousand.

Feng Hao pondered for a moment. In fact, he could win it for less than 20,000 yuan, but he met such a superb neighbor.So be it, and save other troubles.

So Feng Hao looked at Father Feng and Mother Feng: "I think it's okay, Mom and Dad, what do you think?"

"Hey, then do what you said."

Father Feng replied helplessly, during this period of time, the two of them did not go to Uncle Liang's house, but every time they did not get good results.

"Uncle Liang, then two thousand, exchange your two points of land, when we go to the village brigade to do a notarization first."

"Good, good."

Uncle Liang and Dasao Liang saw that Feng Hao agreed, with happy expressions on their faces. The semi-waste land sold for two thousand two cents was very profitable.

At this time, I can’t wait to go to the village for notarization right away. Gui Province now has no special requirements for rural homesteads, and only needs to go to the village to issue a certificate.

Of course, after the building is completed, you still need to pay a certain amount of tax based on the area before you can get the certificate.

Afterwards, Father Feng and Uncle Liang went to Murakami for notarization, but Feng Hao and Feng Ma did not follow.

As for the money, Feng Dad still has hundreds of thousands from Feng Hao, which can be transferred to the Murakami Credit Cooperative.

"Hey, Xiaohao, you know how to spend money."

Feng's mother was still brooding, nagging constantly.

Upon hearing this, Feng Hao was unable to refute.

"Hello, are you Xiaohao's friend?"

Feng Ma just noticed that Wu Feng, who was standing upright and tall, smiled and asked.

"Auntie, my name is Wu Feng. I am Feng's driver and bodyguard."

Wu Feng tilted his head slightly, looked at Feng Hao, and when he nodded, he spoke.

"Xiaohao's driver part-time bodyguard?"

Feng Ma was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, and asked suspiciously.

Isn't this the treatment that big bosses have?Even the owner of the board factory where they work now does not have a dedicated driver.

In Feng Ma's eyes, the boss of the board factory has 40 or 50 workers under his hands, and he is already a big boss.

"Yes, auntie."

"Oh, oh, Xiaohao, is he really your driver and bodyguard?"

Feng Ma pulled Feng Hao aside and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, mom, what's the matter?"

"You kid, what kind of driver and bodyguard do you want? It's a waste of money."

"Mom, I usually come back late from a business trip, so I have to pick up someone? It's not safe to always take a taxi."

"That's right, all right."

...

Opening the door of the house, Feng Ma saw a pile of cigarettes, and she was shocked!

Who bought this, so many!

Twenty cigarettes are piled like a hill.

"Xiaohao, who owns this cigarette?"

Ma Feng stepped forward and took a closer look. Even if Ma Feng didn't understand cigarettes, she could tell that the cigarettes were very high-end by just looking at the cigarette packaging, which might not be cheap.

"Mom, I bought this."

"What, you bought it! You and your dad don't smoke, why buy so many cigarettes?!"

"Mom, don't worry about it, part of it is bought for grandpa, and part of it is for workers to smoke."

"What's the matter, now I can make money. Doesn't what my mother says is useful?"

"It works, it works!"

In front of his mother, there is no human rights, Feng Hao bit the bullet and agreed.

Seeing Wu Feng holding back and trying to laugh, Feng Hao glared at him.

"Wu Feng, go and bring the wine."

"Okay, Mr. Feng."

Wu Feng knew that he shouldn't be there anymore, so he quickly replied.

Ten minutes later, Wu Feng moved back all five boxes of Flying Moutai.Thousands of novels www.77xs8.com

"President Feng, the wine has been moved."

"Well, let's go to the county town to find a place to stay and rest. I should be at home today and tomorrow. I don't need a car."

"Okay, Mr. Feng, let me rest in town. There seems to be a hotel in town."

"Well, it's up to you."

Feng Hao's house has not been renovated yet, it is relatively small and has no extra rooms.

At the same time, he doesn't need Wu Feng to follow him all the time now.

After a while, Feng Ma walked out, saw so many things again, and started talking again.

"You also bought wine...you can really spend money!"

Listening to Feng Ma's constant nagging, Feng Hao smiled helplessly, knowing it would be so.

Feng's mother has been accustomed to hardships all her life, and she is very economical and reluctant to spend money.

But he had to explain: "Mom, I have made money, so naturally I have to enjoy it."

"Besides, it doesn't cost much."

"Then tell me, how much did these wines and these cigarettes cost?"

"Not much, just a few thousand yuan."

"It's not much. Your dad and I can't make money for half a year."

"Mom, tell you secretly, I was trading stocks recently, do you know how much money I made?"

It seems that parents have to accept that the family has really become wealthy, otherwise they will always be said to say that when buying something in the future, which is very troublesome to explain.

"Then how much did you make?"

"Mom, I made so much!"

Feng Hao raised his scissors hand while talking.

"Twenty thousand? That's a lot."

"Mom, think more."

"Oh my God, is it two hundred thousand!"

"Guess more!"

Feng Hao shook his head and asked Feng Ma to guess.

"Could it be two million?"

"Mom, it's twenty million!"

After the conversation, Feng Ma suddenly became stunned, obviously surprised by the number.

"What are you two talking about? What is 20 million?"

"Old Feng, your son said he made 20 million in the stock market!"

"What, Xiaohao made 20 million!"

...

One afternoon, both Feng Dad and Feng Ma spent in a trance.

Twenty million!

According to the speed of the two of them making money, a year of good luck, if you don't eat or drink, you may be able to save up to 20,000 yuan.

That is to say, it has been at such a speed, they need to work for a thousand years!

This news, to them, is like a bolt from the blue.

The two were silent, and from time to time they glanced at Feng Hao not far away.

As if wondering, is this his son after all?!

"Mom and dad, why are you staring at me like this, it makes me feel uncomfortable."

"Son, you didn't do anything illegal, did you?"

Feng Ma ignored Feng Hao's complaint, but asked instead.

"How dare I, mother. Besides, if I did that kind of thing, I'm afraid I'm eating the country's free public food now."

"That's true, so how do you make so much money?"

"During the Chinese New Year, I said, selling computers, creating hacking technology..."

Feng Hao picked some simple things and said roughly.

Feng's mother and Feng's father were full of emotions.

Listening to Feng Hao, the process is very simple.

But they know that horror can only choose a good one.

Son, have a hard time!

It is not the responsibility of this age to carry it alone.