"Aren't you being naughty? Your brother Jie's strength is not what you see on the surface." Lian Xuezhu squinted his eyes and said, "Speaking of which, I didn't see through him in the past few years, or even...

Now, I haven’t seen it through either.”

"In the past two years, he came to me for help from time to time, but in the past two years, your brother Jie has never been here once. Do you know what this means?" Lian Xuezhu looked at his son.

Lian Qijian learned the lesson this time: "Dad, let me put it harshly, Brother Jie doesn't need you now. In other words, your relationship can only help Brother Jie two years ago, and it will be of no use in the future."

.”

"Yes, but your brother Jie often comes to our house to sit and sit during the holidays in the past two years, do you remember?"

Lian Qijian was stunned when he heard his father say this.

At this time, Lian Qijian came to his senses and realized that this should be the focus of what his father said.

Lian Xuezhu turned around and walked towards the building where they lived, and the voice followed: "Qijian, let me tell you, in life, the first priority is character, the second is strength, and the third is luck."

"You have poor character, insufficient strength, and no luck. You will definitely not succeed."

"But you are unlucky and your strength is mediocre. If you choose someone with good character, there will always be someone willing to help you." Lian Xuezhu said: "Just like there are people in the city who look at you Brother Jie differently, it is the same reason.

"

Lian Qijian thought for a long time downstairs. The moon was in the sky, a gust of wind blew, and he felt cool and comfortable.

I don't know when, the moon was blocked by a black cloud, and it looked like it was going to rain.

"Damn it, the weather forecast didn't say it will rain today?" Lian Qijian was still mumbling. The next moment, drops of rain fell from the sky, and he hurriedly ran towards the building.

…

On the other side, Song Baoming drove Cao Shujie towards Caojiazhuang.

At some point, the sound of raindrops hitting the car was heard, followed by a dense rain curtain falling from the sky, blocking the view.

Cao Shujie came back to his senses and looked at the rain falling on the car glass, unable to see the scenery outside at all.

"Old Song, drive slower, it'll be okay." Cao Shujie warned him.

Song Baoming responded and the car slowed down.

Fortunately, it was already very late and it was raining, so no one was walking on the road at this time.

Song Baoming drove Cao Shujie to Caojiazhuang, and finally stopped in front of Cao Shujie's house. Cao Shujie said to him in the car: "Old Song, drive back and pick me up tomorrow morning."

"Hey!" Song Baoming nodded, then turned the car around and moved the car door closer to the door of Cao Shujie's house. Cao Shujie got out of the car and ran under the gate.

After Song Baoming watched Cao Shujie return home, he drove back home.

Cheng Xiaolin saw that her husband's hair and coat were wet, and urged him to take a shower quickly to avoid catching a cold.

…

The next morning, Song Baoming drove to the door of Cao Shujie's house at around seven o'clock. At this time, Cao Shujie had not had breakfast.

The heavy rain last night seemed to have washed the sky again, the air was fresh, and it was especially sweet when you took a breath.

Cao Shujie heard the movement at the door and came out to see Song Baoming waiting for him so early. He also asked him if he had eaten and asked him to go home to eat some.

After Cao Shujie finished his breakfast, Song Baoming drove him to town again.

On the way, Song Baoming told Cao Shujie that two former colleagues called him and asked him if the Xuemeng Food Factory was still hiring drivers. They wanted to come and have a look.

"Old Song, isn't this just right? Just let them come."

Cao Shujie seemed particularly active when talking about this incident.

He continued: "When the second phase of our factory is launched, we will have our own logistics center. By then, the shipment volume will be larger, and the factory will need to recruit more drivers in the next step."

He remembered something and told Song Baoming: "Old Song, didn't you say that your urban and rural buses can't pay wages? Ask your former colleagues if there are any who are willing to drive in our factory. If so,

If so, just let them come, and the wages will definitely not be lower than at the bus company."

"Tell them that we also pay five insurances!" Cao Shujie said emphatically.

He knows that there are some people who would rather have a smaller salary and have to pay five social insurances. These people don't particularly value the present, but they value the future.

"Hey, I'll ask again." Song Baoming didn't expect that one day his boss would ask him to poach his former colleagues.
Chapter completed!