Knowing that the Little Tigers would be releasing another album this year, Yang Yajing inquired with Yang Guohua about their relative in Hong Kong.

"Dad, could you ask our relative in Hong Kong to send me another copy of Little Tigers' new album?" Yang Yajing asked, clinging to Yang Guohua's arm. "I can pay for it!"

"You like the Little Tigers that much? Or do you just like collecting money from playing cassette tapes?" Yang Guohua didn't refuse. "Study hard, don't always be so money-grubbing. We're not short of money right now!"

"Oh! The schoolwork isn't difficult at all! Look, I always get 100 on my tests!" Yang Yajing blinked her big eyes. "And counting money is so much fun, isn't it?"

In the 1990s, there was no concept of credit cards; everyone used cash, and you had to count the money after receiving it.

Stacks of them look very satisfying.

Because they had made more money, the Yang family bought a small safe and put all their money in it, only going to the bank once a week to deposit it.

When the holiday finally arrived, Zhou Pengfei transformed into a customer-attracting representative for their small business group.

He didn't mean it; Yang Guohua had just mentioned that a colleague was having a wedding and wanted to ask Zhou Youcheng if he could recommend some nice wedding decorations.

In particular, Zhou Youcheng recommended that mung bean paste during the last Chinese New Year. The packaging was really nice. I was wondering if it would be possible to make a scarf or something similar.

But now it's mid-July, and scarves seem a bit out of place.

Because Yang's Restaurant doesn't have a telephone, making a call requires leaving the restaurant to go to a public phone, which is inconvenient.

Anyway, Zhou Pengfei went to Yang's restaurant every few days, so they asked him to pass on a message. That's how Zhou Pengfei became a messenger.

Upon hearing about the unexpected business opportunity, Yang Yajing was not about to let it slip by!

"Zhou Pengfei, is it appropriate to give a scarf in this hot weather?" Yang Yajing shook her head. "Isn't it a wedding? Shouldn't we give a handkerchief instead?"

"A handkerchief?" Zhou Pengfei didn't know where this conclusion came from.

"Silk Couple, Silk Couple, of course it's a handkerchief! A big, pretty knot, that means a happy silk couple!" After Yang Yajing said that, it seemed to make sense.

"Is this for good luck?" Zhou Pengfei suddenly realized.

"How much do they want?" Yang Yajing took out paper and pen and began to calculate.

"They said it would be 20 tables, about 200 servings, but I'm afraid more people will come, and they'll want around 240 or 250 servings." Zhou Pengfei relayed Zhou Youcheng's words to Yang Yajing.

"Oh, that's alright, not many. They still want the red bean roll, right?" Yang Yajing continued calculating.

"Well, they said they wanted them to be a bit thicker, two in a box, like a pair or something." Zhou Pengfei gestured.

“If it’s thicker, then the plastic box can’t be used, and we’ll have to make the box ourselves.” Anyway, Zhou Pengfei had experience, so he just listened to whatever Yang Yajing said.

"So it can be done?"

"Okay, when do they need it?"

"The wedding is on July 26th, which is about ten days away."

"It should be fine. I'll have my mom contact her best friend."

They acted immediately; they could handle everything else themselves, except for screen printing, which depended on the processing plant's schedule.

Soon, Sylvia Chang received a reply: the processing plant only had one small order this Friday, the 12th, and they could work overtime for them.

The other party wanted to pay 9.9 yuan, which meant "long-lasting and lasting." This order was another 2,500 yuan, still a huge profit, and Yang Yajing suddenly felt that joy of counting money again.

Three or four days later, Zhou Pengfei was painting on a wedding silk.

Still red cloth, this time Yang Yajing chose a synthetic cotton fabric that is less prone to fading and absorbent.

In Zhou Pengfei's design, he covered the entire handkerchief with a double happiness character. However, the character itself was not solid, but filled with many auspicious patterns and textures.

It looks somewhat like a paper-cut pattern. When folded up, the double happiness symbol is not visible; it appears as a gold print. However, when unfolded, the symbol is clearly visible.

Zhou Youcheng showed the other party the base map, and they were indeed very satisfied.

The design was finalized, and just like always, Zhou Pengfei happily took his commission. His bulging pocket was filled with a stack of ten-yuan bills, enough to buy a lot of painting materials.

Yang Yajing folded each of the handkerchiefs into the shape of a rose and fixed them to a rectangular red box with ribbons, which looked quite festive.

On the 26th, Yang Guohua delivered the gift boxes to the wedding banquet venue early in the morning and personally helped place the gift boxes on the table in front of each seat.

Sure enough, the guests who received the gift boxes were full of praise for the host, and the words of congratulations made them feel very happy.

Such things, once they happen, will happen again, and soon the news spread among those people.

Before school even started, Zhou Pengfei was already acting as a messenger again. This time, it was for a funeral.

Weddings and funerals are the most profitable business, and Yang Yajing would never refuse.

Zhou Pengfei was also on vacation and had nothing to do. Since he was painting anyway, he was very motivated to earn money while painting.

Over the summer vacation, the Yang family earned five or six thousand yuan, and Zhou Pengfei also had five or six hundred yuan in his pocket, enough to cover all their art supplies for the semester! They were overjoyed.

When school started again, Yang Yajing received a new album from the Little Tigers. She had just told Li Bin about it when the whole school found out.

Yang Yajing has been making so much money these past few months that her hands are sore!

However, these various small ventures have only earned her tens of thousands of yuan since her rebirth, far from meeting Yang Yajing's expectations.

That day, she suggested to Yang Guohua again: "Dad, let's install a telephone?"

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