"Mom, give it to me."

Fan Lingling was standing in front of the pan and turning the pie with a spatula. She was startled when she heard Zhang Yiming's voice.

"It's all oil, I'll be full of you, stand away."

Fan Lingling loves her son very much. Not to mention her own business, she never lets Zhang Yiming intervene in her family's work.

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore. I just want to help you do some work. Don't stop me from fulfilling my filial piety, okay?"

Zhang Yiming was half-coquettish and half-serious while speaking, and took the shovel from Fan Lingling's hand.

What else did Fan Lingling say? A guest happened to come, and Fan Lingling could only go over to greet the guests with half confusion and half distress.

This pie stall is very simple, with a pan, two large insulation buckets containing soy milk and tofu brain, and two simple sets of plastic tables and stools, which are open at 5 a.m. and close at 9 a.m.

This stall started to be run since Zhang Yiming was eight years old and Fan Lingling was laid off. It was open for half a month before Fan Lingling died of cerebral hemorrhage, for a full twenty years.

But in his previous life, Zhang Yiming never came to help.

Seeing Fan Lingling skillfully scooping up the tofu brain from the insulation bucket with a spoon piece by piece, and pouring it on the braised rice mixed with black fungus, shredded carrots and frangipani, Zhang Yiming's heart felt a lot of warmth.

It was not until nine o'clock that Zhang Yiming and Fan Lingling packed up their things and pushed the tricycle home.

"Mingming has grown up."

Looking at her son who was standing beside her, who was about the same height as hers, Fan Lingling was inspired.

"Mom, when our family's famine is over, don't set up a stall and have a good rest at home. Can you do it?"

In fact, Zhang Yiming said this many times in his previous life, but it did not become a reality.

"good."

Zhang Yiming was stunned, and then he realized Fan Lingling's words, but it was just a casual word. In his mother's heart, she might not have thought about the day when she would have lived after the famine.

Zhang Yiming didn't say anything more, and he would talk about it after he got everything done!

After accompanying Qin Fang and Fan Lingling for a long time, Zhang Yiming went back to the house and picked up the pen. He was sure that the boss who had communicated with him would agree to cooperate with him in the end. What he needed to do now was to finalize the specific details one by one.

He started out in the communications industry in his previous life, so he naturally knew many bigwigs in the communications industry. Now that he wants to purchase goods, he naturally has to find someone who knows the truth. He began to meet this condition in his mind. Soon, the name Liu Xiong came to Zhang Yiming's mind.

Liu Xiong is ten years older than him. According to his current age, Liu Xiong should be twenty-six years old. Although he and Liu Xiong didn’t go much in his previous life, their relationship was not bad. He knew that Liu Xiong worked in an electronics factory in his twenties. Later, he raised some money with a few fellow villagers and set up a small workshop together. He made his fortune by making his fortune by bp machines. He must have a channel for purchasing BP machine assembly parts.

However, how can he contact Liu Xiong now and how can he convince Liu Xiong to share the purchase channels with him? After all, he and Liu Xiong don’t know each other now. Strictly speaking, his behavior is to compete with each other for business, and his peers are enemies. This sentence has been around forever.

Zhang Yiming was dizzy when he thought. As time passed, he had to find Liu Xiong's contact information before night and convince Liu Xiong that this seemed almost impossible to achieve!

"Mom, give me ten dollars."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Yiming could no longer lie down and jumped up from the bed. He had to move.

"Ten dollars?"

Fan Lingling was choosing leeks with her mother-in-law Qin Fang, and was shocked when she heard Zhang Yiming's words.

You should know that at this time, the children's pocket money is only 30 cents, and the New Year's money is only 10 to 20 yuan, and it costs ten to open your mouth. No wonder Fan Lingling was surprised.

"Um."

Of course, Zhang Yiming also knew that his request was a bit too much, but there was no way, he had to use money now.

"Mingming, why do you want so much money? Are you..."

Fan Lingling was a little hesitant. She wanted to ask Zhang Yiming if he had learned bad things from someone, but when she saw her son's clean eyes, her words stuck in her throat and she didn't say it.

"Wait, grandma has it, I'll get it for you."

Seeing that his daughter-in-law was hesitant, Qin Fang stood up.

"Mom, how can I use your money? I have it, I'll get it."

Fan Lingling has always been filial. In order to help the couple take care of their children, her mother-in-law left her family and went to the city. She could no longer repay this kindness, so how could she spend money on her mother-in-law?

Fan Lingling took out four rolls of coins from a small flower cloth bag she was close to, one roll was 50 cents, two rolls were 2 rolls, one roll was 10 cents, one roll was 10 cents.

A piece of pie costs 30 cents, a bowl of tofu brain costs 20 cents, and a bowl of soy milk costs 1 cents, so the money collected is rarely more than one yuan. Fan Lingling likes to count these changes clearly and put ten volumes in a wallet, ten volumes and one volume in a wallet.

"Thank you mom, I'll go out first, maybe I'll come back later in the evening."

Zhang Yiming's nose was a little sour, and he took the money and rushed out of the house.

In my previous life, my mother raised him with these few cents of money and supported this family.

After leaving the door, Zhang Yiming went straight to the convenience store at the entrance of the alley.

There is a red public telephone in the convenience store, but this is not the focus of Zhang Yiming coming here. His focus is the thick 114 address book next to the telephone.

Through memories, he had already remembered the name of the small electronics factory where Liu Xiong worked in his previous life. This is a very important clue. According to time, Liu Xiong should not have been away from this electronics factory for a long time.

"Xiao Ming, what do you want to buy?"

The convenience store is run by the old Dong family. According to seniority, Zhang Yiming also calls the woman he talks to big breasts.

"Big tits, what are you not buying? I want to check the phone number, can I do it?"

"Check the phone number? The address book is full of companies, what are you looking for?"

The Dong family has a good big breasts, but they like gossip very much and are willing to ask about everything.

"Big tits, I checked a training school and helped my classmates check it out. He wanted to learn technology."

Zhang Yiming naturally lied, but fortunately someone came to buy something at this time. The big breast of the Dong family went to greet him, but did not ask more details. Zhang Yiming quickly opened the address book and followed the index to the page starting with d, looking at it ten lines at a glance.

Fortunately, there were not many companies at this time, especially northerners, who were not very aware of corporate publicity. Eighty percent of the companies in the address book were from the south. In less than ten minutes, Zhang Yiming found the phone number of the electronics factory he wanted to find.

What was very smooth was that the person who answered the phone and Liu Xiong were actually from the same hometown, so he directly gave the phone to Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming was a little excited. Things were really unexpectedly smooth!

"Hello, I'll look for Liu Xiong."

"Who are you?"

Although the voice was still very young and the accent was very heavy, Zhang Yiming suddenly realized that the person who answered the phone was Liu Xiong.
Chapter completed!