Chapter 63 Extraordinarily High

Yao Fanghua felt like she was basking in a spring breeze; she was now someone who had handled large sums of money.

The two had originally planned to visit Big Back Hair first, but Big Back Hair had just returned to Hong Kong. So the two went straight to the mall.

This was the first time Wu Peng had brought Yao Fanghua to the mall to buy clothes. He held up every single item he liked to Yao Fanghua, and then bought it. It was unclear whether he was trying to please Yao Fanghua or the sales clerks, but along the way, all the sales clerks were smiling more brightly than Yao Fanghua herself.

"That's enough, any more and it'll be too much for us to carry. It'll be tiring to carry this much on the train too." There were over twenty bags of clothes and shoes, plus two handbags. Wu Peng's hands were full.

She offered to help carry the bags, but Wu Peng wouldn't allow it. In front of the sales clerk, he deliberately made sarcastic remarks, "Your hands aren't meant for this kind of rough work. I feel bad if you use them to handle money."

The saleswoman next to him blushed and her heart fluttered. Ignoring Yao Fanghua, she gave Wu Peng flirtatious glances, her eyes filled with the admiration of a true man.

Yao Fanghua tossed her hair and said, "No way, I love money." How can I afford an eight-yuan glass of juice at the Great World if I don't have money?

Wu Peng immediately fawned, "That's right, we'll give you all our money, and we'll exchange any extra for gold, that'll be nicer."

Both of them had a lot of money in their hands, and they were in high spirits. They walked one after the other with a brisk pace.

Even after the two had walked away, the saleswoman lingered, unable to look away from their retreating figures.

"Let's go back first to drop off our things. It's more convenient to have a car."

Once we get our things back in our hometown, we'll buy a car right away.

"Let Yang Liu take these things back with him when he delivers them; we won't bring them on the train, it's too much trouble."

Yao Fanghua just kept nodding. Passing a cassette tape vendor, she picked out a few tapes. Listening to music while reading or carving was wonderful. Remembering Yao Weimin, she picked out a few more. Thinking of Yao Weimin, she began to miss her third brother.

The two went to the grocery store and bought a lot of easy-to-carry food and drinks.

In the evenings, Yao Fanghua drew jewelry blueprints on the table, while Wu Peng studied the complete process and detailed explanation of the washing machine manufacturing principle that Yao Fanghua had compiled. He would ask questions when he didn't understand something, and if he really couldn't figure it out, he could only rely on Yao Fanghua.

Hua Hua said that things are almost settled at the fan factory.

He can set up the factory, install equipment, recruit people, etc., and it will be done in about six months.

There are tons of people coming here to work now, especially construction workers. If things go smoothly, the factory might be completed and staff in place in less than six months.

He'd encourage her to quit her job as soon as things settled down at the fan factory. Even if she didn't quit, she should take a long leave and come help him here for a while. Everything is difficult at the beginning; once things are on track, it shouldn't be so stressful and exhausting.

Seeing that Yao Fanghua had already finished drawing a picture, Wu Peng was still holding the documents, lost in thought.

What are you thinking about?

"No, it's just that I got bored watching it, and I couldn't understand a lot of it."

"If you don't understand, just ask! You need to take this seriously and learn these things quickly. I won't feel at ease if you don't learn them." She's invested so much money, and she's counting on profits. She doesn't want it to end up like the fan factory, losing money and unable to pay wages—that would be heartbreaking. The more she thought about it, the more worried she became.

Wu Peng: "Hua Hua, what if I can't learn it? What if I mess it up? Will our money go down the drain?"

"You're a jinx. It's definitely not going to work. You've managed this workshop very well. Just manage it this way, and there won't be any problems."

Wu Peng hesitated, "I don't understand the technology. What if we can't produce it?"

"Isn't this to help you learn? Besides, I'm here for you." Yao Fanghua frowned slightly. "It's just too far and inconvenient."

Wu Peng frowned. "Exactly, exactly."

"Thinking so much is useless. No one can do it as well as you. You need to learn it now! You must learn it! Think about 600,000 yuan, does that motivate you?"

Wu Peng continued studying the materials with a worried expression. He would ask questions about things he understood and didn't understand every now and then.

Yao Fanghua discovered that Wu Peng truly had no talent in this area, which worried her. It was 600,000 yuan, and she even considered quitting her job to come and oversee it personally because she was too worried.

Yao Fanghua slowed her drawing. Should she quit? She couldn't risk losing more than she gained; 600,000 yuan! Losing 600,000 yuan for a job was far too much. She'd seen the land; enough to build two or three factories. Judging from Wu Peng's words, they'd definitely expand production or launch new projects later. She was tempted by televisions and air conditioners—she wanted to build them all herself. She even dreamed of building cars like her teacher. Her thoughts drifted further and further away.

It doesn't matter where you perform, you can perform better here. Here, you can be in charge; if you want to research new products, you can do it; if you want to launch new styles, you can launch them. You won't have to hold meetings and drag things out for half a year over a single issue. Honestly, after visiting so many factories here these past few days, she felt that the fan factory had a decaying, dying smell about it. Sigh.

The business environment here is good; perhaps one day her designed and manufactured products will not only be sold domestically but also exported overseas. Yao Fanghua's imagination ran wild with excitement.

Why am I increasingly wanting to quit my job?

Wu Peng just stared at Yao Fanghua without disturbing her, a slight smile gradually creeping onto his lips behind the document.

The next day, after boarding the train, Wu Peng paid five yuan to the person in the upper berth so that he could switch berths with Yao Fanghua.

Yao Fanghua was happy with this arrangement, as it saved her from getting tired of looking at Shen Jiao all the way.

Throughout the journey, Yao Fanghua slept in the lower bunk, while Wu Peng slept in the upper bunk. Yao Fanghua was engrossed in her book, her brow relaxed. Wu Peng, on the other hand, was holding documents and kept dozing off, only to be woken up by Yao Fanghua every now and then.

There was no way he wouldn't get sleepy, swaying back and forth like that, still leaning against the headboard while reading. His grandfather was right, he really wasn't cut out for reading.

After finally getting off the train, the two went straight to Yao Fanghua's place.

Yao Fanghua was worried about her third dog; she wondered how it had been these past ten days. She specially bought canned meat to appease it.

Before we even got close to the gate, we heard the third brother clinging to it and yelling.

Wu Peng: "They sound really energetic, so they must not have gone hungry."

As soon as Wu Peng finished speaking, the third brother's shouts became noticeably louder and turned into angry roars.

Yao Fanghua quickly opened the door, and as soon as it opened, the third brother rushed over and threw himself on Yao Fanghua, sobbing loudly.

The third dog threw himself on Yao Fanghua, and without exaggeration, he cried. These past few days had been so hard; he'd barely eaten meat. Even a dog, used to a good life, can't endure hardship.

"Hey, are you afraid we won't want you anymore?" You little rascal, where are you going to pounce on us? I've never seen you pounce on me like this before when I came home.

The third brother's ears perked up; he was extremely sensitive to the word "don't," and he bared his teeth and growled at Wu Peng.

"Alright, alright, don't listen to his nonsense. How could I not want you?" Yao Fanghua cupped the third dog's head in her hands. "Let me see, have you lost weight?"

The third child started sobbing again, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Wu Peng closed the door and cursed, "You bastard."

"You've really lost weight. Come on, let's go inside and open a can of food for you."