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Chapter 120



Chapter 120

Meng Haisheng's daycare class has been running for almost a month, and now the number of students has grown to 75.

Every now and then, someone would come to ask if Meng Haisheng was still accepting children.

Especially after the Pinyin calligraphy copybooks started to be sold, two teachers sent their children to Meng Haisheng's daycare class.

It's not that they don't have time to pick up and drop off their children, but now they are all only children, and their children are spoiled.

It's really too difficult for parents to let them write and study at home.

It's different when the children are sent to Meng Haisheng's daycare class with Meng Xuan watching them.

Most of the first-grade children are afraid of teachers.

When Meng Xuan stands there, they all obediently write calligraphy or do their homework.

In the evening, they take their neatly done homework home to show their parents, and the children and adults are happy.

The news gradually spread, and the number of students in Meng Haisheng's daycare class has also been steadily increasing.

He saw that the time was almost right, so he printed the promotional leaflet and let the children take it home.

"Haisheng, is this okay? You only charge 50 cents for one class. What kind of family can afford such a high tuition fee?"

Meng Xuan was a little uneasy. Meng Haisheng said that the tuition fee would be split 50-50 between the two of them.

If 20 children sign up, her tuition fee would be higher than her salary in a month.

"Don't worry, 50 cents per class is not expensive at all. No, it should be said that you only charge them 50 cents for teaching 45 minutes of knowledge, which is already very cheap."

"Just wait and see. Some conscious parents pay attention to their children's learning, but they don't have time to teach. They will definitely sign up actively after seeing our flyers."

Although Meng Haisheng said so, Meng Xuan was still unsure.

At noon, Meng Haisheng stayed here for lunch. He called Meng Jincheng and Li Guixiang over.

"Haisheng, I heard something in the machinery factory today."

Meng Jincheng lowered his voice mysteriously.

"Meng Guoliang was arrested some time ago. I don't know who did it, but all the problems were thrown on Meng Guoliang."

"At first, I heard that he would be released after one or two years, but later it was changed to say that he was the mastermind. Even if he didn't eat melon seeds, he would have to spend the rest of his life in prison."

"He was afraid that he was really finished, so he wanted to sell both Dongfeng cars and use the money to buy his life."

"He is looking for buyers now."

When Meng Haisheng heard that Meng Guoliang was trying so hard to get out, he sneered in his heart.

A scum like him deserved to be released.

Meng Haisheng knew the history of Meng Guoliang's rise in his previous life.

He relied on two Dongfeng cars to go to the south to pull a batch of inventory wool sweaters and sell them back, and made his first pot of gold.

Now it seems that these two Dongfeng cars are his saviors.

In this case, he suppressed his savior, and he wanted to see what tricks Meng Guoliang had.

"Brother Jincheng, is anyone interested in his car now?"

"Qu Dayong from the fleet has taken a fancy to it. He is a well-known gangster in our factory, but his family is powerful and rich, so no one dares to mess with him."

"He knows that Meng Guoliang wants to sell his car, and he has been deliberately suppressing his price recently."

When Meng Haisheng heard this, he immediately had a plan in his mind.

He not only wanted to put Meng Guoliang in jail, but also to take away his first pot of gold in his previous life.

Didn't he want to cut off Meng Jinfeng's livelihood? Then he would cut off his financial resources.

Thinking of this, Meng Haisheng was eager to find out everything about Meng Changyue in Beijing at the moment.

While Meng Changyue's wings were not yet hard, he wanted to cut off everything from him.

Meng Haisheng lowered his head slightly and took a sip of the hot tea in the cup, and his mind quickly recalled the past.

When he was doing business in the south and had some success, he met Teng Ze who came south from Beijing.

The two started from scratch together and experienced the financial crisis together, and their friendship was very good.

The two drank together. Once, Teng Ze got drunk and told him a lot about his past.

If he remembered correctly, Teng Ze should have experienced the most unforgettable experience of his life in Beijing.

His father divorced his mother for promotion. In order to clear the relationship, Teng Ze changed his surname at this time.

Teng's mother did not have a job. It can be said that after the divorce, the mother and son had no source of income.

Teng Ze failed the college entrance examination this year and experienced all this. This was the darkest moment of his life.

Later, he did not choose to repeat the year, but went south. It was not because he was not good at studying, but because his mother died unexpectedly.

The two had no source of income. In order to let Teng Ze repeat the year with peace of mind, Teng's mother went out to find a job.

She was not young anymore, and finally found a job sweeping the road.

As a result, not long after she started working, she was hit and killed by a car.

AlthoughThere was no surveillance, but there were witnesses, and the license plate was remembered, but it was useless. No one stood up for Teng Ze. The frustrated Teng Ze's family was gone, and he left Beijing alone and went south to make a living.

Meng Haisheng thought about Teng Ze's current situation.

If he could help Teng Ze at this time, perhaps Teng Ze could help him deal with Meng Changyue and change his fate at the same time.

But he was very far away from Beijing, and Teng Ze had no phone, so he could only write him a letter to test him and see if he could believe him.

After lunch at noon, Meng Haisheng took a car to the post office to write a letter to Teng Ze. He couldn't remember the house number of Teng Ze's house, so he only wrote the street name, hoping that Teng Ze could receive the letter.

If he couldn't contact him, Meng Haisheng was afraid that he would have to go to Beijing in person.

After leaving the post office, Meng Haisheng rented a bicycle and went to the machinery factory to find Qu Dayong.

Qu Dayong was well-known. When Meng Haisheng came to find him, even the security guard couldn't help but look at him twice.

After a while, a young man with half-long hair, wearing a white shirt, khaki trousers, and black leather shoes, came out of the machinery factory in a sloppy manner.

In order to show his personality, Qu Dayong's white shirt buttons were opened very low, revealing his white-cooked chicken-like chest

Meng Haisheng looked at Qu Dayong's outfit and felt very funny.

This kid is obviously arrogant.

"Are you looking for me?"

When Meng Haisheng was looking at Qu Dayong, Qu Dayong was also looking at Meng Haisheng.

"My name is Meng Haisheng. I have a profitable business. I just don't know if you dare to do it with me."

Meng Haisheng understood the psychology of young people like Qu Dayong the most. They love face the most. If anyone dares to look down on them, they can fight with you.

"As long as it's a legitimate business, I, Qu Dayong, will never be afraid. What business are you talking about?"

"It's not convenient to talk here. Let's find a place to talk."

Qu Dayong is the team leader of the team and has his own small office. He simply brought Meng Haisheng into the factory to talk.

"I know there is a batch of sweaters ready to be processed in Jingnan City. The styles there are very beautiful. If we bring them back and sell them, I can guarantee that we will make 100% money."

Qu Dayong is not a fool. He looked at Meng Haisheng with a suspicious face.

"Such a good thing to make money, you don't do it yourself, but come to me? Just tell me what you want me to do."


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