Huang Ling turned to Zhuang Chaoying and asked, "His dad! Shall we give it a try?"

"Give it a try! If it works, we'll do it; if not, we'll switch. Like Lin Dongzhe said, let's try a movie theater. Surely one of them will work?"

Huang Ling asked, somewhat puzzled, "What movie theater? Are you crazy? How could our house possibly have a movie theater?"

Zhuang Chaoying pointed at Huang Ling and said, "You're out of touch again, aren't you? A small movie theater just buys a projector, rents some Hong Kong martial arts films, and you watch them in one room. It costs one dollar per person, and each show is only a little over an hour long. They can show five shows a day. If each show has twenty people, then five shows would cost one hundred dollars. That's three thousand dollars a month!"

"My goodness, is it true? Is it really that profitable?"

"Whether we make money or not depends on whether my cousin Lin Dongzhe can get the videotape working!"

"If we can really make money, that would be great! We wouldn't have to worry about our future in Tunan. Just like a newsstand, we could just sit back and wait for business to come to us!"

"A small movie theater is pretty good too. Just put the videotapes in, turn up the volume on the speakers, and you can sit back and collect the money!"

"Yes, let's do it this way: first set up newsstands, then movie theaters!"

Zhuang Chaoying looked at Xiang Pengfei and said, "Pengfei, I'll need your help a lot more often in the future. I hope you won't mind. From now on, all the martial arts books and videotapes will have to be transported through your line."

Xiang Pengfei said somewhat embarrassedly, "Uncle, what are you saying? We're family, no need to be so polite!"

“How could I, as the uncle, be so polite to my nephew? It’s just a matter of etiquette. I should thank him when I should, otherwise I would feel bad.”

"Yeah, Lin Dongzhe used my car to haul some things. I don't know when he'll be back. Otherwise, I could go to the neighborhood office again and ask them to help me officially open my Tu Nan's business tomorrow!"

"What? You want to throw an opening ceremony for Tu Nan?"

"Uncle, this opening ceremony can't be taken lightly. We should set off firecrackers!"

"Okay, I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative later to buy a string of firecrackers, and we'll set them off tomorrow morning!"

Xiang Pengfei seemed to remember something else and said to Huang Ling, "Aunt, go to the post office at five o'clock tomorrow morning and look for Old Liu. He will give you newspapers, magazines, and other things."

Zhuang Xiaoting said with some concern, "Five o'clock? That's so early? Then Mom will have to get up early and work late every day!"

Xiang Pengfei lowered his head and said, "There's nothing we can do. This is the latest. Some people go there at two or three o'clock because some newspapers are morning editions, like the Morning Post, which are set up before five o'clock. Some people have early get off work hours and they want to read them. We are in the trial operation phase, so we'll take some newspapers that aren't from the morning first!"

Huang Ling smiled and said, "It's just getting up early, right? I used to work all night long when I was in the cotton mill, so what's the big deal!"

Zhuang Xiaoting disagreed, saying, "Mom, things are different now. Your health is already deteriorating. If you don't take care of yourself, I'm afraid one day... Mom, I..."

Zhuang Xiaoting's words silenced everyone in the room, but the silence only lasted a short while.

Xiang Pengfei said, "Among those people in this house, besides my aunt who has time to go to the post office, who else can take on the task of picking up the newspaper?"

Everyone looked at each other. Inside the house, besides Huang Ling, there was only Zhuang Tunan. Zhuang Tunan had difficulty moving around, so of course he couldn't go to the post office in a wheelchair.

Huang Ling laughed and said, "What are you worried about? You're just worrying for nothing. I'm still young! I'm not even fifty yet, and you're already treating me like a patient. What will I be like when I'm seventy or eighty?"

Zhuang Xiaoting sniffled and said in a tearful voice, "Mom, what are you saying? We hope you live to be a hundred years old and never die!"

"Haha!" Huang Ling suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, "Wouldn't that make me an old witch? That sounds pretty scary!"

Zhuang Xiaoting leaned on Huang Ling's shoulder, still very worried, and tears began to stream down her face.

Huang Ling patted Zhuang Xiaoting on the shoulder and said, "Alright! I'm not dead yet! Wait until I die before you cry!"

"Pah, pah!" Zhuang Xiaoting said, feeling wronged, "Mom, you're not allowed to say that!"

Huang Ling knew that Zhuang Xiaoting was genuinely worried about her, so she comforted her, saying, "Xiaoting, life is all about being busy. If you're not busy, and she's not busy, how will we live? From the moment we open our eyes, we're working and trying to earn a living. If you don't work, how will you live? Isn't that right?"

To avoid upsetting her mother, Zhuang Xiaoting quickly replied, "Yes, Mom's words are all golden advice!"

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lin Dongzhe entered the room carrying a box. He then smiled and said to Zhuang Tunan, "Brother, this is my treasured collection! There are hundreds of comic books. No one else can usually touch mine, but I'm handing it over to you today. You're at Brother Tunan's mercy. Just say the word whether you want to kill me or torture me!"

Zhuang Tunan was flattered and said, "How can that be? It would be such a waste of your usual care!"

"It's alright, these are minor matters. Right now, Tu Nan's newsstand is the top priority. We will obey and support him unconditionally!"

Xiang Pengfei hurriedly said, "Give me the key, I'll go to the subdistrict office again. I hope Brother Tu Nan can open for trial operation tomorrow, and I'll ask them to issue a certificate."

Zhuang Chaoying quickly said, "Be careful on the road!"

Xiang Pengfei walked to the door, then turned around and said, "Xiaoting, once the newsstand is repaired, go and clean it up inside. Don't leave my aunt to do all the work by herself!"

Zhuang Xiaoting quickly replied, "Okay, brother, you go ahead! I'll go keep an eye on things in a bit."

As soon as Xiang Pengfei stepped out, Lin Dongzhe said, "I just called my cousin Ada, and he said it's no problem. As long as Pengfei's car passes by their route, he'll have it deliver the goods. He guarantees they're high-quality and inexpensive, even cheaper than our wholesale prices!"

"Great, that's wonderful!"

Zhuang Chaoying said with a smile, "Now we have everything ready except for the final push! We're just waiting to open for business and make money tomorrow!"

They opened for business without hesitation, and at around 3 a.m., Huang Ling and Zhuang Chaoying set off for the post office to pick up newspapers and magazines. After counting, the tricycle was full of newspapers and magazines. Luckily, they had agreed in advance that they would sell first and pay later, otherwise they might not have had enough money.

After loading the truck, we walked to the back. It was already five or six in the morning when we arrived at the newsstand. There were sanitation workers sweeping the streets, people going on their early shifts, people doing morning exercises, and people taking their children to school on long journeys.

Zhuang Xiaoting and Lin Dongzhe naturally didn't sleep in either. They got up early in the morning and cleaned the newsstand spotless, and even set up the wire bed to display newspapers and magazines.

As soon as Huang Ling and Zhuang Chaoying returned, some unloaded the trucks and others set up stalls. The front wall of the newsstand and the wire bed were covered with the latest magazines and newspapers, and there was a strong smell of books.

Lin Dongzhe, who was working at his stall, took a deep breath and said, "The ancients said, 'In books, you'll find beautiful women and riches.' But today I learned that books also contain fragrant, freshly baked goods!"

Zhuang Chaoying also said, "The fragrance of ink in these books is the favorite of many literati. Someone once said, 'If you don't smell the fragrance of books for a day, you won't know the smell of food for three days!'"

Just as Zhuang Chaoying finished speaking, someone said, "Give me a copy of the People's Daily, Suzhou Morning Post, Suzhou Daily, and do you have any military magazines?"

Zhuang Chaoying turned her head and saw that it was her teacher from the same school. So Zhuang Chaoying quickly smiled and said, "Teacher Yu, what are you doing here? Aren't you on the other street?"