The son was adopted, not biologically related.

Hu Yong had no regrets about giving the money to Shen Yuejiao.

However, Hu Yong was seething with resentment because all of the family's three thousand yuan savings had been given to Shen Yuejiao. Much of this money was given to Hu Yong as a "thank you" gift.

He risked everything to make money, while Shen Yuejiao and her son enjoyed it?

This is absolutely outrageous!

Hu Yong had taken precautions and buried 800 yuan in a jar in the old house as "life-saving money." Otherwise, he didn't know how he would survive in the future.

"Brother Yong, I almost forgot, here you go." Liang Xiaohe took out some money from her bag and handed it to Hu Yong.

Liang Xiaohe didn't forget; she just never intended to repay the money.

Hu Yong is already divorced. Liang Xiaohe originally wanted to use the six hundred yuan to pressure Hu Yong into marrying her!

However, since Hu Yong has already brought it up today, Liang Xiaohe can no longer "play dumb".

After all, Liang Xiaohe still needs Hu Yong's help to buy fabric!

Hu Yong took the money, counted it carefully, and put it away after confirming that the amount matched.

In the first two days after he returned, Hu Yong didn't know that Shen Yuejiao didn't want him anymore. He paid 600 yuan for Liang Xiaohe to buy cloth, and didn't think it was a big deal.

Now that Shen Yuejiao has no way out, Hu Yong is being more careful with his money.

Since Liang Xiaohe isn't coming today, Hu Yong plans to go to Liang Xiaohe tomorrow to get the money.

Seeing that Hu Yong's expression had improved, Liang Xiaohe said cautiously, "Brother Yong, this business is really profitable. I've already earned three hundred in just three days. Can you help me buy some more fabric? Don't worry, I won't let you help me for nothing. We'll split the profits in half."

Liang Xiaohe steeled herself, took out 150 yuan from her pocket, and handed it to Hu Yong.

"Earning a hundred a day? Is it really that profitable?" Hu Yong looked at the 150 yuan in his hand, somewhat incredulous.

"It's really profitable, Yong-ge. This time you go and get more fabric, and I'll hire a few more people to work. We'll earn even more then," Liang Xiaohe said, trying her best to persuade Hu Yong when she saw he was interested.

"Let me think about it," Hu Yong said, already calculating in his mind.

Earning 100 yuan a day adds up to 3,000 yuan a month. Liang Xiaohe also mentioned increasing the number of workers, so that even if he and Liang Xiaohe split the profits equally, he would become a 10,000-yuan household in less than six months.

When Hu Yong was the town mayor, his monthly salary was only about forty yuan.

It would take him twenty years to earn ten thousand yuan.

Hiss!

This business is too risky!

"But the supply and marketing cooperative doesn't have that much fabric, does it? Director Wang isn't stupid; he wouldn't sell all the printed fabric to us, would he?" Hu Yong was full of concerns.

“Brother Yong, we don’t need to go through Director Wang! Isn’t Qian Youliang, who guards the warehouse at the supply and marketing cooperative, a relative of yours? We can just take the goods directly from the warehouse and have Qian Youliang pay the accountant, right?” Liang Xiaohe said dismissively.

Hu Yong's eyes lit up.

Indeed, Qian Youliang got into the supply and marketing cooperative through Hu Yong's connections.

But he's no longer the town mayor, so why should Qian Youliang help him?

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Thinking of this, Hu Yong said, "Xiao He, you can give Qian Youliang two hundred a month, and I'll go ask him if he'd like to work with us."

"Brother Yong, why are you giving so much money and grain? Twenty or thirty a month should be enough!" Liang Xiaohe said, somewhat displeased.

Liang Xiaohe felt that Hu Yong's allocation was unreasonable.

After giving Hu Yong half of the profits, she would only earn 1,500 a month. Even if she were to give him a kickback, it should come from the monthly profits. After that, she and Hu Yong would split the money.

Hu Yong told Liang Xiaohe to take the money directly from her share of the profits, leaving Liang Xiaohe with only 1,300 yuan left each month.

"Xiaohe, won't my money be your money in the future? In business, you have to give to receive. If we don't get much benefit, we'll give you money and supplies. If we have money and supplies, will you put in the effort to help us?" Hu Yong, who was used to doing ideological work, immediately painted a "big pie" for Liang Xiaohe.

Liang Xiaohe hesitated.

"I'll talk to Qian Youliang and we'll hold off on paying for the cloth sale until the end of the month," Hu Yong immediately came up with an idea.

This business uses a lot of fabric.

Hu Yong felt uneasy every time he took out six hundred or a thousand yuan.

"Okay," Liang Xiaohe agreed.

A few days later, Zhao Tianyu returned from his business trip and visited various departments.

When they arrived at the warehouse, Zhao Tianyu sensed something was wrong.

The area where cloth was originally piled up is now quite empty.

There are still two months until the Chinese New Year! Have the people of Taohua Town started preparing new clothes for the New Year so early this year?

Zhao Tianyu was somewhat confused.

"Deputy Director Zhao, you're back from your business trip? This is... an inspection?" Warehouse manager Qian Youliang jogged over, smiling broadly.

"There's grain. Is business good at our supply and marketing cooperative lately?" Zhao Tianyu asked.

"Same as always, Deputy Director Zhao, you've been away on business for several days this time, have you found a new supply channel?" Qian Youliang asked.

"No! Those big factories deal with large organizations, at the very least the county-level supply and marketing system. If our town-level supply and marketing cooperative wants to get goods, they think it's too little and won't even glance at us," Zhao Tianyu sighed.

Business trips are tiring.

If it weren't for the fact that staying at work meant facing either pitying or mocking glances every day, Zhao Tianyu wouldn't want to keep running around like this!

"Deputy Director Zhao, you've worked hard. A drink can help you relax. Let's have a couple of drinks together sometime when you're free," Qian Youliang said with a grin.

"Let's talk about it another time. I didn't see Director Wang earlier; I need to report to him. We'll talk later." Zhao Tianyu waved his hand and left the warehouse.

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