"Then you'd better sit tight. Don't fall off, okay?" Song Qiao rolled her eyes.
Old scholar, you'll scare me to death!
"Come on, tell me, I just want to know today, is your year-end bonus going to scare me?!" Father Song was furious. His little darling had gotten too cocky. No, he had to bring her down.
1.78 million.
"What?" Mr. Song frowned; he hadn't quite heard clearly.
“1.78 million.” Song Qiao repeated, “I said 1.78 million. This year’s year-end bonus was 1.78 million. It was originally supposed to be in US dollars, but the higher-ups took it and lowered the percentage. It could have been exchanged for more than 2 million. After we thought about it, we decided to just exchange it for 1.78 million.”
quiet.
The two mothers stopped exchanging glances, and both saw the same word reflected in each other's pupils: shock.
Song Zhi and his wife stared blankly at Song Qiao, their mouths slightly agape.
Mr. Song and Mr. Feng: ...
"How much?" Mr. Feng turned to look at Mr. Feng.
“Dad, it’s 1.78 million.” Feng Xian said somewhat helplessly, “That’s really too much money. Qiao’er and I were thinking of seeing what everyone is missing and getting it for them. You really liked that Jiajing table, didn’t you? And my brother-in-law, we can get him a motorcycle later. We can also get some of the more expensive items. We should tidy up the house, and we should also finish up the renovations on Qiao’er’s place…”
Feng Xian slowly began to explain their plan.
But the people present seemed unresponsive.
"Dad, are you scared out of your wits?" Song Qiao waved her little hand happily in front of her old man.
Mr. Song slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage: "Alright, alright, I know you two have money now. You two, go buy what you want first. Anyway, you have money, so you can take care of the New Year's goods. Your brother and sister-in-law and I will discuss what else we need."
"Dad..." Song Qiao wanted to say something, but Feng Xian pulled her out.
As soon as they stepped outside, Song Qiao protested: "Hey, what are you doing? I want to see how long he can last!"
"Alright, that's enough, or you'll be the one suffering later." Feng Xian sighed. His wife was good in every way, except she liked to cause trouble. Other people's wives were sweet and gentle, but this one was definitely a black-hearted cotton. He thought to himself, his daughter shouldn't be like that in the future.
How could he not know what that number of 1.78 million means?
Sure enough, after the two of them left, the room fell silent for a while.
Song Zhi finally calmed down, and then said excitedly, "So, can I really get a motorcycle now?"
For people in this era, especially those working within the system, owning a motorcycle on their own salary is quite difficult. Moreover, the BJ80 model, a source of pride for all of Beijing, is even harder to find. Supply and marketing cooperatives have very few in stock; it's all about scrambling to get one.
"Old Song... what exactly are they doing? Why do they have so much money?" Mr. Feng's voice trembled slightly.
This number was far beyond his expectations.
"Well, it's their fault too. They didn't tell you. You know Dayun Motorcycle Factory, right? This year, they generated over 100 million US dollars in foreign exchange for our country, and I heard that a large portion of that came from profits." Mr. Song did know some inside information: "Song Qiao told me back then that their factory manager told them that if they improved their technology, they would receive a bonus of one percent of the annual sales revenue. At that time, that little girl even told me that the factory manager was stingy, and I scolded her for it."
At this point, Mr. Song couldn't help but smile bitterly: "If what the factory manager said is true, then one percent, 1.78 million, is not excessive."
"So, this money is legitimate?" Mrs. Feng asked hurriedly. This was what she was concerned about; she was genuinely afraid that her son had gone astray.
“That must be legitimate,” Mr. Feng replied irritably. “Would you have brought it out if it wasn’t legitimate? But there’s just too much of it. How are we going to spend it all?”
After Mr. Feng said this, both sides fell silent.
This isn't the future. In the future, there are all sorts of entertainment options; for example, many people have spent millions playing online games. In this day and age, how do you spend 1.78 million?
Song Zhi's wife ran through all the things she wanted in her mind: face cream, a mink coat, nice clothes...
In the end, after a rough calculation, well, it didn't even reach the fraction.
Then she became even more excited. Her sister-in-law wasn't a stingy person at all. Did this mean that she could...?
You can't blame her for having this thought; it's only human nature. This amount of money is too much, and it's not just one sum; it seems like there will be more in the future. This just seems outrageous.
The Song family members staggered away.
Mrs. Feng stood up and touched her forehead. "This child, really, I'm all sweaty." Then, she noticed that Mr. Feng didn't seem to be moving. She frowned. "What's wrong? You didn't even see him off when he left. You're just lying on the chair."
Mr. Feng said helplessly, "Help me up, my legs are too weak."
How could it not be soft?
1.78 million!
Long live understanding!
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This year, Wang Shouren and his family did not spend the Spring Festival in the traditional courtyard house, but in their three-courtyard house.
Qin Huairu also brought her parents from the village, Qin Jingru's parents, and Qin Jingru's two older brothers and their wives along. They had a lively and joyous New Year celebration.
They had a happy Chinese New Year.
Director Wu is having a very stressful time.
Ever since Zuo Yan began his undercover mission, he has been constantly busy.
Director Wu looked down on those so-called "Thousand Gates" gang. If it were before the liberation, or even earlier, he might have thought highly of them. Back then, those people were truly legendary, and many of them managed to swindle countless high-ranking officials and escape unscathed. But by this time, that gang had basically died out, and those remaining were just small fry.
But even small shrimp can't be left untreated.
They were targeting the Dayun Motorcycle Factory.
Ever since that foreign exchange became available, Dayun Motorcycle Factory has been placed under close surveillance. A group of reckless thieves have set their sights on a motorcycle factory under such intense scrutiny. Isn't that just courting death?
Director Wu would naturally not relax at a time like this.
Fortunately, this motorcycle factory actually has some capable people who can even go undercover.
In fact, when Kui Datou suggested sending one of his younger brothers to go undercover, Director Wu refused.
This kind of thing can't be done just because you say someone can be an undercover agent; they still need to try it out.
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