Chapter 168 This business that came knocking on our door...
October.
The autumn wind has eased the summer heat.
Even Tang Mingli, who often felt that Guangcheng had no autumn, felt that this year, after entering October, there was a chilly feeling of autumn.
Perhaps it's because Aunt Caiping passed away during this season.
After more than a month in the hospital, Aunt Caiping finally passed away.
This was the first time Tang Mingli had experienced the pain of separation and death among her loved ones since she came into this world.
Strictly speaking, it was through the experiences of life and death experienced by family members around me.
That was an unspeakable pain.
In the days immediately following Aunt Caiping's departure, she often saw her grandfather, a man of steel, secretly wiping away tears, and often saw him sitting on a lounge chair in the garden, staring blankly at the sky.
Family ties are perhaps the strongest bond in the world, which cannot be severed even by death.
A week later, everyone seemed to have slowly emerged from their grief.
Life seemed to have returned to what it used to be.
However, Tang Mingli still noticed that her grandfather would occasionally gaze out the window in a daze.
She did not try to persuade her grandfather to let go of his grief.
If sadness could be let go so easily, there would be no such thing as the eight sufferings of life.
Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness seem to be things that we, as human beings, can never actively choose.
It's simply that after enduring countless sorrows, joy has finally arrived.
If a person can be happy all their life, it is definitely because they are blessed by the god of fortune.
For example, her whole life.
Tang Mingli, who was feeling sad and grieving for her grandparents, touched her stomach.
This experience of separation by death also made her understand another layer of meaning in new life.
The continuous cycle of life is not only about the passing of one life and the birth of another, but also about the future that the living cherish and yearn for with anticipation of new life.
To put it bluntly, it's a kind of hope.
Knowing their hopes for the child, Tang Mingli would also use the child as an opportunity to remind the two elderly people to take care of their health.
Whenever they talk about the baby who will be born in a few months, the grandparents smile.
Her due date is in late February, right after the Spring Festival, which is when businesses resume operations.
Fu Ci will definitely be busy then, and the production time is only a rough estimate and can't be said for sure. We can't let him stay at home after the New Year and not go to Shenzhen.
But she was still afraid of giving birth and hoped that he could be by her side at that time.
However, there are still several months to go, so it's too early to think about this now. Let's discuss it properly with Fu Ci at the end of the year.
If there's a problem, bring it up and discuss it; you can always find a solution.
Tang Mingli just sat there thinking about all sorts of things until she got tired of it. After telling Madam Fu, she went upstairs to sleep.
She had just gone upstairs when Fu Ci called.
My wife was sleeping, so I couldn't wake her. I could only find out about her day through my grandmother.
After learning about his wife's situation, he asked if his grandfather was alright.
Madam Fu sighed and glanced in the direction of the study: "She keeps everything bottled up inside."
Hearing this, I was very worried and wondered if I should arrange a trip for the two elderly people to relax.
Madam Fu declined on behalf of her husband: "Grandma knows you mean well, but this kind of thing can't be fixed by a trip. Don't worry too much, your grandfather can handle it. Give him some more time, he'll be fine."
Fu Ci nodded, "Be sure to call me immediately if anything happens."
"Okay, Grandma knows, don't worry."
Fu Ci gave a wry smile on the other end of the phone; how could he possibly be at ease?
After hanging up the phone, he suddenly wondered if he hadn't quit his job to start his own business back then, and if his family were facing one problem after another now, would he be able to stay by his family's side?
If his wife knew what he was thinking, she would definitely say, "Even if I gave you a hundred more choices, you would still quit your job and start your own business. So there are no 'ifs'."
Thinking of his wife, Fu Ci felt even more worried.
Fortunately, once he finishes this busy period, he will be able to go home and spend some time with her.
Just as I was thinking about these things, there was a knock on the office door.
The assistant came in and told him that General Manager Deng was looking for him.
"President Deng?" Fu Ci asked, somewhat puzzled.
He considered himself to have a good memory, but he couldn't recall any of his partners being named General Manager Deng.
The assistant smiled and reminded him, "It's the guy who signed a big deal with us last year. Later, his company ran into trouble, and you even voluntarily returned his deposit to him."
Fu Ci remembered.
It turns out to be General Manager Deng.
Despite their extraordinary connection, the two had never actually met.
So when the two of them saw each other, they were both a little stunned.
Mr. Deng never expected that the famous Mr. Fu would be so young and handsome, even better looking than the Hong Kong and Taiwan stars on TV.
Fu Ci was stunned, surprised by the other person's figure.
It's unbelievable that someone can be so round-faced; Mingli would definitely chuckle to herself if she saw it.
After a brief moment of surprise, the two quickly recovered and shook hands to greet each other.
Mr. Deng frankly admitted, "I didn't expect Mr. Fu to be so young."
Fu Ci smiled and exaggeratedly said that he was actually in his thirties.
"I can't tell, I can't tell at all."
Although you can still see the experience you've gained from navigating the business world, you only think of someone who was young and promising.
Fu Ci smiled again, but wasn't particularly happy about being praised for his youth.
In this world, he only gets excited like a young boy when his wife praises his youth.
He asked with a smile, "I wonder what brings you here today, Mr. Deng?"
"Oh, yes, something is wrong. My company has finally weathered the storm, and now I have an order from a European client that I'd like to continue to entrust to you."
When business comes knocking on your door, Fu Ci certainly won't refuse.
However, when it came to the fact that the project might need to be completed in February or March of next year, and that he had to keep a close eye on the entire process, Fu Ci frowned.
Mingli's due date was in late February, and she was still in her postpartum period in March.
Mr. Deng didn't notice Fu Ci's furrowed brows; he was still excitedly explaining why he had chosen to cooperate with their factory again.
"...I've been in business for several years, and this is the first time I've met someone who understands my difficulties and proactively returns my deposit. So I think Mr. Fu, you are a person of noble character and definitely reliable."
Fu Ci smiled and said, "Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Deng, but..."
After thinking for a moment, I told the other party with a slight apology, "I'm sorry, my wife's due date is in February next year. This order is so important, I may not be able to spare much energy."
Mr. Deng was puzzled: "Your wife is giving birth, not you."
He didn't mean any harm; he just wanted to say that it was the wife who gave birth, and he, as the husband, didn't need to rest.
Fearing that Fu Ci might misunderstand, General Manager Deng quickly explained.
Fortunately, he explained. Fu Ci was indeed quite unhappy when he heard those words, but after hearing the explanation, a smile returned to his face.
Fu Ci's explanation was simple: "My wife risked her life to give birth to our child, how could I only care about business when she needs me the most?"
Mr. Deng expressed his understanding, saying that he admired Fu Ci's loyalty and sense of justice even more. However, this order was from Europe, and the materials were all provided there, so the timeline could only follow their schedule.
After thinking for a moment, he conceded, "President Fu, your factory has been open for two years now, so you should have some reliable people working for you. If something goes wrong, besides you, do you have anyone else who can handle it?"
Speaking of this, Fu Ci could only manage a wry smile.
This is also a headache for him. The garment factory has no shortage of technical talent, but when it comes to external communication and handling emergencies, there is really no one who can step up.
Mr. Deng said with some regret, "Oh dear, this is a huge order, $100,000."
Hearing the amount, Fu Ci felt a little heartache.
But with such a large order from a demanding European and American client, problems during the production process were inevitable, so he still firmly chose to accompany his wife during childbirth.
He knew there was still a chance to earn money, and he didn't want to have any regrets.
Finally, Mr. Deng left with some regret.
Even as he left, he was still unwilling to give up and asked Fu Ci to reconsider.
Fu Ci was grateful for his trust, but there was really no way to resolve this matter.
A few days later, when things were a little less busy, Fu resigned and went home.
He had already put the matter of General Deng out of his mind. It wasn't until his first night back home, when he was chatting with his wife in bed, that he heard her talk about a dream she had.
"You know what? I dreamt the other day that you made a big deal and made a lot of money."
At this moment, Fu Ci didn't think anything of it and smiled as he echoed, "Business has indeed been good this year, and we have made some money."
"No, I dreamt that you received a big order, and you made a lot of money from that one order."
Upon hearing this, Fu Ci immediately thought of the order that General Manager Deng had mentioned to him.
Is there really such a thing as telepathy in this world?
“However…” Tang Mingli’s tone shifted, and she said with some sadness, “You refused in the dream.”
At this moment, Fu Ci's feelings could no longer be described as shock.
Perhaps there is such a thing as telepathy in this world!
He and his wife were of one mind.
How magical, how beautiful.
However, his good mood only lasted a few seconds before his wife's question stumped him.
"This must be a dream, don't you think? You wouldn't turn down such a big deal, would you?"
Fu Ci wanted to say yes, but couldn't bring himself to say it.
Even after many years of marriage, he still can't get used to lying to his wife, even white lies.
After a long silence, he finally spoke with difficulty, explaining to himself: "Actually, making money also depends on fate; some money may not be meant for you."
Tang Mingli looked at her embarrassed husband, who was trying his best to explain, and finally sighed.
She didn't hide anything anymore and asked directly, "Are you really not going to do that deal with Mr. Deng?"
Fu Ci was surprised, "How did you know?"
How do you know?
Tang Mingli chuckled.
I actually only found out today. I wanted to call him to confirm what time he was leaving, but when I called, he had already left, and his assistant answered the phone.
She chatted with her assistant for a few minutes, and the assistant, perhaps also feeling sorry for the order, told her about it.
Of course, the assistant didn't know why Fu Ci refused; he just felt it was a pity to miss out on such a large order.
At first, Tang Mingli wasn't too moved, but when she heard that the order amount was 100,000 US dollars, she was shocked.
Even if the profit margin in manufacturing is low, even if it's only two layers, it can still amount to 20,000 US dollars, or over 100,000 RMB.
In the 1980s, tens of thousands of RMB might not be comparable to Jack Ma's wealth in modern times, but it certainly put one in the middle class of the wealthy.
Tang Mingli didn't answer her husband's question, but instead asked him again to confirm: "Are you really going to refuse President Deng?"
This business that came to him uninvited can be considered a reward for his good deeds.
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