The people around pointed at the three people, cursed and spat at them.
"You are so wicked and shameless that you kidnapped and trafficked children. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
"This kind of person should be hauled away and shot."
"Yes, we have to kill them with one shot, otherwise the children will suffer after they are released."
"It's really wicked. If you give birth to a son in the future, he will be kidnapped. No, this kind of thing should be cut off from any descendants."
The three people wished that a crack would open in the ground for them to crawl in. They lowered their heads and did not dare to raise their heads.
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After a while, the administrator came with the police, followed by a person who looked like a leader.
The police comrades commended Li Wenjun, then pulled the three people into the police car and took them away.
The administrator pointed to the leader and said, "This is the manager of our playground."
The manager shook Li Wenjun's hand vigorously: "Thank you, thank you so much. Our playground is relatively large and has many children. Every year, ten to twenty children are lost, an average of two a month. Really It’s a headache.”
Li Wenjun smiled: "You're welcome, I just happened to see it. Fortunately, I got it back."
The child's mother calmed down and came over with the child in her arms: "Thank you so much. I saw your walkie-talkie in the newspaper before, but I didn't expect that my son would be saved by you and your walkie-talkie today."
The administrator suddenly realized: "Ah, you are the Li Wenjun who applied for the patent for walkie-talkies as mentioned in the newspaper, right?"
Li Wenjun nodded: "Yes, it's me."
The onlookers started another heated discussion: "Oh, it turns out it's him."
"It's really amazing."
"I didn't expect him to be so handsome, so young, and have such a sense of justice."
The manager was very excited: "We have been hesitating whether to buy a few walkie-talkies to facilitate the management of the park. Today is a coincidence. This is like you giving us a live demonstration."
Li Wenjun sighed: "Yes, what a coincidence."
What a coincidence that something like this happened even when we were out playing.
Others say that luck is a blessing from God. But God chased him to feed him, and he was so lucky.
The manager asked: "Comrade Li Wenjun, do you have time to chat with me in the office?"
Li Wenjun glanced at Gu Zhanyan and asked for her opinion.
Gu Zhanyan nodded lightly: "Go ahead, I've had enough fun today anyway."
Diandian has been quiet since just now and has been nestled in Gu Zhanyan's arms.
Probably because he was frightened after seeing what happened to his peers, he didn't dare to run around.
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Li Wenjun went to the park manager's office and sat for a while, then negotiated a contract for a duplex walkie-talkie.
He felt that it was important to prevent children from being trafficked in the park, so he decided to give them six walkie-talkies at a discounted price of only 2,400 yuan.
At first, the manager of the park was worried that Li Wenjun would ask for a lot of money when he saw the situation today, but now he only felt grateful and warm. He stood up and shook Li Wenjun's hand vigorously: "Thank you so much, Comrade Li Wenjun, for your understanding and support."
Li Wenjun replied: "It should be fine."
In fact, whether it costs 800 yuan or 400 yuan for him is just a matter of making more or less, because the cost is not high in the first place.
If it can really reduce the number of children getting lost in playgrounds, it doesn't matter if he doesn't make money.
If I charge a few hundred yuan now, I will consider repairing and replacing it later.
And if it is completely free, the other party may not cherish the fruits of his labor, and may not be grateful to him.
Although there was a thrilling episode today, Li Wenjun's family of three still had a great time.
To sum it up, it’s nice to have money.
Live in the best and eat the best.
Don’t worry about what you want to play, just play.
Whatever you want to buy, don’t ask about the price, just buy it.
It was also the first time that Li Wenjun felt the true meaning of money in life, not just a series of cold, ever-increasing numbers on his account.
Right, life is supposed to be like this.
Make money, then spend it to make yourself happy, and then have the motivation to make more money.
But no matter how happy I am, it’s time to go back.
If they don't go back, Li Changming and the others should be worried.
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Li Wenjun took Gu Zhanyan to the city's clothing factory and introduced Gu Zhanyan and Diandian to Director Mo.
Director Mo's eyes lit up when he saw Gu Zhanyan.
"Ah, Comrades Li Wenjun and Gu Zhanyan, since you are both here, why don't you put on our new styles and take a few more photos? And Diandian, Diandian will definitely look good in our little skirt."
The previous brochure was very effective, and orders came in like snow flakes not only from this province but also from other provinces.
He has asked the city to add equipment, recruit new employees, and expand production.
In a few months, the factory area will be doubled and production capacity will be significantly increased.
Li Wenjun frowned and sighed: "Director Mo, why don't you even let my lover and children go?"
Factory Director Mo sneered: "Who wants Comrade Li Wenjun and his family to be so good-looking? Besides, it's not convenient to find models. Besides, you originally designed these clothes, so you have to be responsible."
Gu Zhanyan pursed her lips and smiled: "It doesn't matter, I'm here. Besides, I also wore a lot of free clothes from Director Mo, so I should take some photos."
Director Mo immediately said: "Look, Comrade Li Wenjun. Your lover is much easier to talk to than you."
Li Wenjun smiled bitterly: "Okay, I'm here now. Your free models are about to be used up..."
This rogue-like request made Li Wenjun helpless.
Fortunately, Gu Zhanyan didn't care and patiently changed one set after another.
Diandian was also very cooperative. He had new clothes to wear and didn't cry. He chased butterflies and blew dandelions in the factory area, which made the photographer use up several extra rolls of film.
Photographers say: "Children are still cute, natural and innocent, and every photo they take is particularly good."
When Li Wenjun put on a new style of stand-up collared short-sleeved shirt, Director Mo suddenly stared at his pants: "Hey, I thought your pants were a little different last time, but I can see clearly this time. She looks particularly good on her. In addition to her good figure, it’s probably because of the cut and style of these pants. Come on, take them off, let’s measure them, draw them, and make them quickly.”
Gu Zhanyan remembered Li Wenjun's words and couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing.
Li Wenjun shook his head and sighed: "Oh, I still couldn't escape. Director Mo, you really didn't even let go of my pants."
Director Mo faked a smile: "Don't be so stingy. If it sells well anyway, you will still be paid the commission."
They spent a whole morning taking photos in the clothing factory. Although the food was good, Li Wenjun and the others were still very tired.
Only this time did Gu Zhanyan understand how Li Wenjun communicated with the garment factory. Discussing fabrics, details, sizes, yardage and colors turned out to be more than just drawing them.
She silently remembered all this in her heart, and sighed secretly: She had never heard Li Wenjun mention that he worked so hard.
This money is not so easy to make.
