Chapter 49 The Unsophisticated Landscape

Yunxia pulled Gu Xun outside the courtyard, tiptoed close to his ear, and whispered her question.

The humid air made his ears itch, and he couldn't help but scratch them. "They...sigh, they are all pitiful people. While they can still move, they do whatever they can. As long as they can still earn money, they can earn the respect of their 'family'."

"Furthermore, they ask for low wages and do meticulous work. As their boss, why wouldn't I be happy to do it?"

His tone was indifferent, as if he were talking about something unrelated, but Yunxia was deeply moved.

In an era when there were more people than jobs, even with the lowest wages, people would scramble to get them. They were clearly helping the elderly, yet they didn't even try to gain fame. It's truly admirable!

Since she didn't want her good deeds to be exposed, Yunxia pretended not to understand, "Tsk tsk, businessmen, as expected, they value profit the most, tsk tsk!"

Gu Xun stared blankly at the little girl who was walking away. Hiss, things are not developing as expected. Shouldn't he have revealed the secret in one sentence and then praised her like honey?

This girl really brings a lot of surprises!

With a helpless smile, he followed. As soon as they entered the house, Jiang Chao, with a stern face, listed the problems he had discovered in a cold tone.

The placement of the boxes—roof, walls, floor tiles, work clothes…—made Gu Xun frown.

"Stop! You need to understand that this is a small workshop, not a luxury residence!"

If we do exactly as he says, how can we make any money?

“Mr. Gu, ‘Shengxun’ is positioned as a high-end brand. If customers find out that the products they buy come from a ‘small workshop,’ what will they think? Furthermore, once the brand is established, will it attract jealousy from competitors? And will the ‘small workshop’ become a hidden danger?”

These words made Gu Xun fall into deep thought. Before he could come up with a strategy to resolve the situation, Feng Jingling, whose husky-like personality had kicked in, excitedly said:

"Hehe, I have a lot of suggestions too. The yard is too empty. It would be great to plant some flowers and plants. The road in front of the gate is too bumpy. As the saying goes, 'To get rich, build roads first.' You should build it into a cement road..."

As Feng Jingling got more and more excited, Gu Xun felt an urge to punch him!

"Young Master Feng, I'm a businessman, not a philanthropist. If I do as you say, I'm afraid I'll lose everything!"

"How is this possible... Waaah!"

Yun Xia, who was covering his mouth, blinked frantically and tried to signal him with her eyes. If they kept arguing, she was afraid he wouldn't be able to leave the room.

"Gu Xun, that's just how he is, he doesn't think before he speaks. Please be magnanimous and don't take it to heart. Well... it's getting late, and we have a little one waiting at home, so let's head back!"

"Alright then, I was thinking of having you stay for lunch, but since you have things to do at home, I can't insist. I'll drive you home!"

Jiang Chao, who had been riding in a truck and being blown by the wind the whole way, said: "Boss Gu, there's no need to be so polite. Business has just started, and there are many things to do. Besides, there's a shuttle bus at the intersection that goes directly to the main road of the city. We can buy some things to take home."

"Okay then, take care on your journey!"

After seeing them off, Gu Xun went into the small dark room, turned on the light, and started writing and drawing on paper, thinking to himself, "A high-end workshop like this is no challenge for this young master!"

On the other side, the three of them walked noisily along the village path.

"Little Butterfly, do you think Gu Xun is out of his mind? My suggestion was so good!"

"Heh! Hehe!"

"Big brother, your suggestion is good, but you shouldn't have mentioned it to Gu Xun."

"Then who should I mention it to?"

"Hey! The village party secretary!"

"Ah Chao, what does doing business have to do with the village secretary?"

Seeing that he was completely oblivious, Yunxia sighed and patiently explained, "Because the suggestions you made are all about rural development, which... falls under the jurisdiction of the village party secretary."

"Really? But my dad is a businessman too. He does things like road repairs, tree planting, and house construction!"

"They're not the same. One is a successful businessman and the richest man in Jiangcheng, while the other is just a small business owner of 'Shengxun.' Are they comparable?"

Feng Jingling tilted her head and thought for a while. Finally, she nodded and said with a sudden realization, "I understand. I will bring up these suggestions with Shengxun when he gets things going."

"Heh, don't call me then!"

"Ah Chao, we're friends, of course..."

"What am I here for? To collect your corpse?"

After saying that, he took bigger steps, widening the distance between them, and refused to communicate with the 'idiot'.

"Well, what do you mean by that?"

Seeing that he was about to chase after her, Yunxia quickly grabbed him, "Big brother, the suggestions you made are all related to charity. These things shouldn't be suggested by others; businessmen should think of them and take the initiative to do them themselves, that's the right way..."

"No, it was Manager Liu's suggestion that my dad did all these things!"

Well, if reasoning doesn't work, then we'll have to resort to brute force!

She blinked slightly and jumped onto his back with all her might. "Big brother, haven't you wanted to carry me for a long time? Here's your chance today."

The excitement of carrying the little butterfly on his back replaced his curiosity to "get to the bottom of things," and the boy ran wildly along the path like the wind.

"Hey Feng, slow down! If Xiaxia falls, I'll teach you a lesson!"

"Haha, Ah Chao, if you want to deal with me, you'd better catch up with me first."

Jiang Chao frowned unhappily, ran after her, and stared intently at the wobbly little girl, afraid that she might fall.

Amidst their playful banter, the three arrived at the bus stop. After much persuasion from Yunxia, ​​Feng Jingling reluctantly put her down.

The shuttle bus runs every twenty minutes. After waiting a short while, the creaking, dilapidated little bus stopped next to the bus stop. After buying tickets, the three of us sat down side by side.

"We'll be sitting here for a long time, let's have some fruit to quench our thirst!"

As he spoke, he took out three large honeydew melons (goat horn melons) from his bag, one for each of them, just right!

"Mom, Liangliang wants to eat crispy melon too!"

"Be good, just bear with it for a little while. After we get to the city and finish selling the vegetables, Mom will buy them for you!"

"No, I don't want to, I want to eat now."

When children ask for things, they don't think much. When their mothers refused, the children threw a tantrum. The woman patiently persuaded them while apologizing to the passengers in the car.

Snap!

Yunxia broke the melon in half. "Auntie, I have a small appetite and can't finish one melon. Here, I'll share half with you."

The pale and thin woman hesitated for a few seconds before taking the melon, thanking him gratefully several times, and then handing the melon to her son.

"Liangliang, say thank you to your sister, eat slowly, and don't spill the juice on your clothes."

"Thank you, sister!" The little boy, his eyes fixed on the big melon, replied perfunctorily without even looking up.

"You're welcome!"

After saying that, he sat back down, munching on a melon while listening to Feng Jingling tell jokes, which wasn't boring at all.

At Lujiazhuang Station, a mean-looking old lady and a pregnant woman sweating profusely got on the train.

"Driver, hurry up, we're rushing to the hospital to give birth!"

The driver turned his head and asked, "Why don't we go to the clinic?"

In times of economic stagnation, having a child was a major expense. In rural areas, people would usually choose to give birth at the nearest clinic. Those who went to the city to give birth were either from wealthy families or... had problems with the pregnancy. Judging from their clothes, they were clearly not from the first category.