The leisurely life of the reborn daddy

On the other side, Fu Xianghui asked the designated driver to drive him back to the community. After parking the car in the underground parking lot, the designated driver rode away on his electric scooter.

Fu Xianghui did not rush home, but walked to the steps in front of their unit where they took the elevator and sat down. This place was relatively safe as there were no cars coming by except for people walking by.

He thought seriously about the topic he had discussed with Wang Zhifeng tonight. He was not stupid and understood what Wang Zhifeng meant.

Because of this, Fu Xianghui did not agree rashly. He needed to consider everything comprehensively and go home to ask his wife for her opinion.

For their family, changing jobs to another place is a big deal in itself, regardless of the income level.

There are too many things involved.

Should I sell the house I live in now?
If the three conditions proposed by Wang Zhifeng can be fulfilled, he will not have to spend any money to buy a house. He can keep this house and wait for it to continue to appreciate in value, or use it in the future.

The second thing is that his son’s schooling is of utmost importance to him.

In comparison, houses are secondary.

If he leaves the capital to work in a research institute in a rural town to study new topics, would his wife be willing to go?
But Fu Xianghui thought about the conditions offered by Wang Zhifeng: an annual salary of 200 million, a house to settle down in the provincial capital, and payment for his son's schooling in the provincial capital. Putting these three conditions together, he was really tempted.

Fu Xianghui never told his family that he felt he could no longer withstand the pressure coming from all directions in the capital, and he might be crushed any day.

Often, Fu Xianghui would think of Lao Cao, who returned to his hometown after leaving the research institute a few years ago. He envied Lao Cao's courage to let go and leave at will, but he didn't have it.

He worried about so many things that even today, several years later, he is still the same and his life has not changed much.

When Fu Xianghui suddenly heard people mention the news about Lao Cao, he was a little unable to adapt for a moment.

Moreover, Fu Xianghui never expected that after Cao Shujie resigned and left Beijing, he actually became very successful in his hometown and invested at least tens of billions to establish his own company.

"Then his net worth must be at least tens of billions, right?" Fu Xianghui speculated.

This is a huge change.

He wondered how one person could change so much.

But no matter how hard Fu Xianghui thought, he couldn't find the answer. Just as he was lost in thought, his cell phone rang.

Fu Xianghui subconsciously answered the phone, only to notice that it was his wife Yang Xiaoxin calling.

"Hey, wife, what's wrong?" Fu Xianghui asked.

Yang Xiaoxin asked with concern: "Xiang Hui, where are you? Have you finished discussing the matter you mentioned? It's getting late, come back soon if you are ready."

"Oh, I just finished talking for a while. I'll be home soon." Fu Xianghui said to his wife.

"Okay, have you drunk some wine? Should I make you a bowl of rock sugar and snow pear soup in advance?" Yang Xiaoxin asked again.

Fu Xianghui really wanted to say that he didn't drink, but after drinking half a catty of white wine, his complexion and the smell of alcohol on his body could not be changed, and he couldn't sober up for a while.

"I drank a little, not much." Fu Xianghui said to his wife.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back and talk." Yang Xiaoxin didn't ask any more questions and told him to be careful.

She also told me to remember to call her when we got to the underground parking lot.

Putting his phone back in his pocket, Fu Xianghui suddenly felt like smoking a cigarette.

But after searching through my shirt and trouser pockets, I found that I didn't have a single cigarette.

When I was thinking about where to buy a pack of cigarettes, I heard the sound of a car engine, followed by a buzzing sound and a squeaking sound caused by the tires rubbing against the ground.

After a while, the incandescent light of the LED headlights shone again, and Fu Xianghui only saw a white curtain in front of him.

He subconsciously raised his hands to block his eyes, waiting for the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground to ring in his ears. After stopping suddenly, the car seemed to have stopped, and the incandescent lights dimmed instantly.

Fu Xianghui didn't understand why the floor of the underground parking lot had to be made of epoxy resin. This kind of floor does have good wear resistance, but the problem is that the noise when the tires turn is unbearable.

Moreover, if you drive fast in places like this, you are likely to slip.

The only good thing is that it is easy to clean.

Not long after, the sound of someone getting off the car and walking was heard.

Coincidentally, when the visitor came to Fu Xianghui's side, he saw Fu Xianghui sitting on the steps, paused for a moment, and then shouted in surprise: "Brother Fu, why are you sitting here?"

"Are you Brother Feng Lai? You just came back?" When Fu Xianghui saw the person coming, he stood up and greeted him.

This is his neighbor next door, his name is Song Fenglai.

Both families have lived in this community for many years. They often greet each other when they see each other and occasionally get together for a drink.

"Brother Feng Lai, do you have a cigarette?" Fu Xianghui asked him.

Song Fenglai took out cigarettes and lighter from his trouser pocket, handed the whole box to Fu Xianghui, and asked Fu Xianghui worriedly if there was anything wrong.

After lighting the cigarette, Fu Xianghui returned the rest to Song Fenglai. He took two deep puffs and then said in a deep voice, "Brother Fenglai, what do you think of the capital city?"

"How is it?" Song Fenglai was pondering the deeper meaning of Fu Xianghui's words.

He finally said: "How should I put it? This place is definitely better for the locals. It's not very friendly to us outsiders."

"Life is stressful, but there are also many opportunities." This is what Song Fenglai thinks.

As a person, no matter where you are, if you don’t have pressure, you will be useless!
"That's right. Brother Fenglai is so successful in his career at such a young age. Unlike me, I don't know how to do anything except research." Fu Xianghui particularly admires Song Fenglai in this regard.

He has been working in an agricultural science research institute in Beijing since graduation, but Song Fenglai is different. He really came here to make a living, and he made his way all the way here, and he also made a name for himself here.

Song Fenglai also opened a small company in the capital. Although it was not large, he earned a lot of money every year and lived a better life than him.

The last time the two families had dinner together, he heard Song Feng talk about planning to move house.

The general idea is that his current two-bedroom house is too small, and he wants to move to a larger three- or four-bedroom house, but he is still hesitating.

"Brother Fu, take the cigarette and smoke it first. I have something urgent to do upstairs. I'll come down and talk to you later." Song Fenglai kept looking at the watch on his wrist, as if he was very anxious about time.

Fu Xianghui made way. There was a door behind him. At the end, there was an elevator going upstairs. "Brother Feng Lai, please hurry up. I don't want the cigarette. This one will do."

"It's okay, Brother Fu, you take a rest first, I'll be down soon." After Song Fenglai left a cigarette for Fu Xianghui, he hurried upstairs.

Fu Xianghui was still smoking, lighting up another cigarette after finishing one, which was much more frequent than his usual smoking schedule.

He coughed for a while, probably because he smoked too much. Just as he recovered, he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Xiang Hui, why are you smoking here?" His wife Yang Xiaoxin's voice came.

She went on to say, "I was just about to come down to wait for you, and I ran into Brother Song who had just gone up. He told me that you were sitting downstairs, and I thought something had happened to you."

Fu Xianghui didn't think Song Feng was 'betraying' him. He smiled and said to his wife, "I just arrived too. I have something I can't figure out. I want to be alone here and be quiet."

"What's the matter? Tell me about it." she asked.

Just as she finished speaking, Yang Xiaoxin remembered something else, and she said to Fu Xianghui, "Xianghui, let's go home first. Zikang is still sleeping. If he wakes up and can't find me, he might get anxious."

"Let's go." When Fu Xianghui heard his wife mention their son, he also knew the seriousness of the matter.

After arriving home, Yang Xiaoxin first went to her son's bedroom to take a look and found that he was still sleeping.

She then walked into the living room and looked at her husband carefully. Suddenly, she felt that her husband seemed to have aged a lot and looked more haggard overall.

She didn't say anything either, just waited silently for her husband to speak up.

After a brief silence, Fu Xianghui took the initiative to speak and told his wife everything he had talked about with Wang Zhifeng.

At the end, he specifically mentioned his old colleague Cao Shujie, who resigned from his job seven years ago and returned to his hometown to start a business, and specifically mentioned that Wang Zhifeng was sent by Cao Shujie in order to persuade him to go to a place called Qingshi Town to continue his research.

"Xiang Hui, I have no impression of the 'Lao Cao' you mentioned, but I am quite curious, if he couldn't make it in Beijing, how could he be so successful when he returned to his hometown?"

"Also, what kind of research is he planning to do in his hometown? There are a lot of great people in your institute, why doesn't he pull someone else, but you?"

"I'll give you an annual salary of 200 million, a house to settle down in the provincial capital, and help Zikang go to school in the provincial capital. Any of these conditions is very generous, but I wonder, what exactly does he see in you?" Yang Xiaoxin was surprisingly calm.

She even felt that this was a trap and she must not agree to it easily.

Besides, Qingshi Town is obviously a small town. So what even if it is one of the top 100 towns in the country?
Can it be compared with the capital city which gathers the essence of the whole country?
"Another point is that we finally got a Beijing hukou. Zikang goes to school in Beijing and has many conveniences. The resources he enjoys are not comparable to those in the smaller cities below. Even the provincial capital can't have better resources than Beijing." Yang Xiaoxin was very persistent.

Fu Xianghui opened his mouth and felt a suffocating pressure.

The couple parted unhappily over this topic.

Fu Xianghui wanted to express the pressure in his heart, but in the end he couldn't.

"Xiang Hui, I'll bring you some rock sugar and snow pear soup. After you drink it, go to bed early. We can talk about it tomorrow if there is anything." Yang Xiaoxin said.

After saying that, Yang Xiaoxin went to the kitchen first.

Fu Xianghui saw this scene and sighed softly.

But that night, Fu Xianghui didn't sleep well at all.

He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

He kept trying until dawn, when he could bear it no longer and closed his eyes to rest.

……

On the other hand, Wang Zhifeng waited until 9 o'clock the next morning, but did not receive any news from Fu Xianghui.

He seemed to sense that this matter was about to fail.

However, Wang Zhifeng was mentally prepared. He was not in a hurry and continued to contact the following people.

For two consecutive days, Wang Zhifeng met with a total of four people except Fu Xianghui. The conversations with two of them went well, but no final answer was given yet.

The other two were still hesitating.

However, Wang Zhifeng was not in a hurry. This time his trip had come to an end, and Wang Zhifeng was ready to set off for the Magic City.

Then he went back to the company and applied for Cao Shujie to visit several agricultural universities to discuss establishing long-term cooperative relationships between the universities and their company.

Before leaving, Wang Zhifeng sent messages to the five people he had contacted, telling them that they were not in a hurry to give him a definite answer, but they could take some time to go to Qingshi Town to check out the situation of their research institute, and then decide whether to continue working in their original units after returning.

After all, for these people, it would be difficult for them to adapt if they were suddenly asked to change their place of work.

……

Fu Xianghui has been distracted at work these past two days.

If you're not paying attention you'll look a little dazed.

He had been thinking about quitting his job and going to work at Cao Shujie's research institute in Qingshi Town.

But when he mentioned this issue to his wife these two days, she seemed very impatient, and she also made it clear that it didn't matter where he wanted to go, because they were staying in Beijing and would not go anywhere.

"You just need to give us living expenses regularly. If you are unwilling to give it, I will find a way to solve it myself." These are also what Yang Xiaoxin said.

The balance in Fu Xianghui's heart tilted back and forth, but for the sake of his family, he finally decided to give up the idea of ​​going to Qingshi Town.

But when he saw the text message sent by Wang Zhifeng, telling him that he didn't have to quit his job yet, but could go to Qingshi Town to see the situation there before making a final decision, Fu Xianghui's originally dead idea was rekindled.

He was still a little unwilling to live such a dull life, and was thinking about telling his wife that he would work overtime for two days at the research institute and that he would not go home yet.

I'll take two more days off from the research institute and go to a place called Qingshi Town. It would be best if I could have a face-to-face chat with my colleague Lao Cao and ask him what he has done over the years.

We all have one head, two arms and two legs. Why did he become rich after leaving the capital?
I really can’t figure it out!

After Wang Zhifeng arrived in Shanghai and was about to start working there, he received a message from Fu Xianghui. In the text message, Fu Xianghui told Wang Zhifeng that he was going to go to Qingshi Town to ask Wang Zhifeng for a more specific address.

In addition to Fu Xianghui, Wang Zhifeng also received messages from another person named Tong Jiayi.

Unlike Fu Xianghui who was still a little hesitant, Tong Jiayi clearly stated in the text message that he had quit his job here and was preparing to go to Qingshi Town to work.

For no other reason than to make money!
Wang Zhifeng verbally promised him an annual salary of 100 million.

His annual income in the research institute here is only over 30 yuan. With a three-fold difference, even a fool would know what to choose.

What's more, Wang Zhifeng also said that he would give him a 120-square-meter house to settle down in Yiling City. As long as he did not resign from the new company within 5 years, the house would belong to him personally.

But if Tong Jiayi leaves within 5 years, the house will still belong to Xuemeng Food Factory.

In short, the conditions are given, but there is no free lunch in the world, and he also has to pay the corresponding price. (End of this chapter)