Fatty Hu Yu found his second friend in his life with whom he could confide.
His first close friend was making waves in the Flower City in the 1970s, and his second close friend was the uncle from the shop next door whom he had just made friends with.
The uncle next door is very trendy.
Because the clothes sold by that old man are more avant-garde than those sold by the fat man.
Each piece of clothing costs less than half a tael, and almost all of them are disposable.
Moreover, the uncle’s store sells out a lot of goods wholesale every day.
If Xiao He hadn't persisted, the fat man would have almost believed the lies of his friend regardless of age difference and changed his career to sell the same things as the old man.
The fat man couldn't help but believe it, because his close friends in real life and his sworn brothers in another time and space all supported him in doing that line of work.
If the old envelope hadn't been able to carry the fabric to the 1970s, Mr. Zhang might have placed orders every day...
"Fatty, you GR bastard," Zhang Hongcheng said, his face flushed as he unbuttoned his collar, the door tightly shut. "I was only suggesting you follow your heart, yet you dared to come across time and space to poison a righteous and upright young bastard like me!"
What fell out of the old envelope were several colorful, high-definition pictures introducing Pinxixi products.
It is obvious that this is the cover that the fat man's neighbor took out from the packaging bag of his own product.
The small match was lit tremblingly, and when it was almost burned out, Comrade Xiao Zhang gritted his teeth and burned the picture in his hand.
He opened the door to let out some smoke, went downstairs to take a shower, and half an hour later, Zhang Hongcheng lay on the bed with a look of sadness on his face.
"Knock, knock, knock."
There was a sudden and familiar knock on the door.
Zhang Hongcheng was so scared that he sat up guiltily.
"Hmph, the door's still closed! I'm a doctor, and you're just a shameless idiot..."
The low teasing whispered through the door almost made Zhang Hongcheng lose his temper on the spot.
He suddenly opened the door and found that the mischievous woman had escaped, leaving behind only the fragrant breeze.
He was angry!
His own brothers and his own woman repeatedly stabbed him in the heart.
Just wait for me!
There are only two ways to help a man calm down from this kind of trouble.
Either completely empty your body and mind, or devote yourself to work selflessly.
Zhang Hongcheng thought about it for a long time and finally chose the second method.
The main concern is that his girl might drug him, and she herself doesn’t even have the antidote!
The fat man sent not only annoying pictures in the old envelope, but also some interesting information and materials.
For example, the old man next door took out his younger brother's diary from when he was in elementary school and secretly showed it to the fat man.
The fat man laughed out loud after reading some of the diary entries.
For example, why was there a power outage at that time? My good-tempered father would always close the door and beat my mother.
Mom would also give the two brothers two cents in advance so they could go out and buy food.
The curious little brat couldn't get any answer from his older brother.
So he wrote this question in his diary.
The dedicated teacher would comment on every diary entry written by the old man's younger brother.
But in this diary entry, the teacher didn’t even dare to add a single punctuation mark…
The fat man drew a big laughing expression.
The old man's younger brother later grew up and understood things, but he couldn't find the diary to destroy it.
There are indeed a lot of complaints in the diaries of the uncles next door. Zhang Hongcheng was also very amused when he read these photocopied children's diaries.
My mood, which had just been upset by the fat man and my fiancée, gradually improved.
"It turns out that naughty elementary school students don't have any age difference..."
The various complaints of the naughty child are reflected in the diary directly and ridiculously.
For example, the child hates his mother for staying at home instead of going to work.
For a period of time, my mother's factory was forced to stop production, so she took care of him at home every day.
In particular, my mother’s bonuses for those two months were almost completely deducted.
The naughty child believed that his mother had made a mistake at work, but his father and brother said that it was the cotton mill's own problem in production arrangements and his mother was not to blame at all.
His mother's explanation to her youngest son was simple and direct - stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork will fill you up!
Teachers of this era are indeed quite responsible and wrote a long paragraph below the child’s diary.
A regional power outage that lasted for more than ten days caught the cotton mill where the child's mother worked off guard, delaying the production of a batch of export products.
In order to fill the shortfall in exports, the cotton mill had to urgently recall a batch of products that had just been allocated to other units.
The high freight costs incurred are shared by all cotton mill employees.
That's why the mother of the naughty child lost two months' bonus.
"Teachers these days are incredible!"
Zhang Hongcheng shook his head, feeling somewhat envious of the students of this era.
He subconsciously glanced at the date in the upper left corner of the diary and was suddenly stunned.
His eyes suddenly narrowed.
The date of this diary entry is exactly ten days later...
A small account book immediately popped up in Zhang Hongcheng's mind, which contained all the expenses and costs of his visit to Huacheng.
What if there is only investment but no income?
How about doing something good yourself?
Help this cotton mill avoid the high additional shipping costs they need to pay?
It should be okay to make a small profit from the price difference, right?
Minister Li was both excited and a little scared about the call from Zhang Hongcheng.
I was hoping that I could make a small fortune, but I was also afraid that I would feel guilty...
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