"Oh! Do you have a favorite job? Tell me about it! I love ambitious young people. Go ahead!"
"I want to be a driver and drive! I don't like working or doing business."
Wan Feng was stunned: "That's it?"
"Um!"
"What did I think you were doing? You just liked driving? What kind of car do you like to drive?"
"Any car will do. As long as it's a car, it will do."
"Does four wheels count?"
Zhu Yingqiang shook his head: "That's a tractor, don't use that."
"Okay! This is easy. I don't have a plane, but I have plenty of cars! My factory will soon have dump trucks coming out. I'll give you three, and I'll even find you work. I'll even give you credit for the trucks. You can pay me back when you make enough money. How's that? Isn't that nice of you, brother?"
"Three...three? I'm alone?"
Isn't this ridiculous? He is not Nezha who doesn't have three heads and six noses.
"That's your business. I'll just give you three cars. It's up to you how you maintain them. I'll give you a year to pay me back the capital for the cars. That's it."
"Brother! Let me think about it."
"Don't even think about it. From now on, you owe me 180,000 yuan for the car. You have to pay me back by this time next year. If you don't, you can't stay in Jiangwei anymore."
"Ah! I owe you 180,000 before I even see anything?"
"Uncle! You are not allowed to give me a penny of this money, do you hear me?"
Although Zhu Yong agreed with Wan Feng's point of view in principle, he didn't understand what Wan Feng was trying to say.
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