After resolving the factory matters, Qin Tian returned home.
To be honest, there wasn't much left to do at the factory. With what Wang Shouren left behind, and after Xu Jiaguo's management, plus the additional talent the two factory managers brought in, there was more than enough to keep the factory running smoothly. The rest was up to him to decide. When he got home, Qin's father was already sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper.
In the kitchen, his wife and mother were preparing food.
The three sons sat obediently at the table, waiting for dinner.
At Qin Tian's level, his partner could get a job in a certain department without taking an exam. For example, she could get a job in the nearby neighborhood office. It wasn't exactly getting in through connections, but rather a perk that came with reaching a certain level. Their family had always been like this.
My mother and wife prepare dinner when they get home from work. When it's time for them to arrive home, they sit down to eat.
The Qin family has five children. Except for Qin Tian, the eldest son, who lives with his parents, the others have moved out.
Mr. Qin is getting on in years. If he can't advance further, he'll probably have to retire next year.
"You're back. Get ready, wash your hands and eat."
"Dad!" X3
Qin Tian was affected by those ten years and got married relatively late, so his three children are all quite young, the oldest being only 15 years old and still in high school.
The atmosphere at meals in the Qin family was not very formal, and there was no rule of "not speaking while eating or sleeping".
Usually, the wife would share recent interesting things, and the children would share anything fun that happened at school. The father was relatively quiet, only speaking up at crucial moments. The family ate together harmoniously.
"Knock knock knock!"
Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking on the door.
Qin Tian slowly tidied himself up, stood up, and opened the door.
A large, fat man stood outside the door, seemingly wanting to give Qin Tian a hug despite the wind and snow: "Brother, is there any food left?"
Qin Tian: ……
Qin Tian pushed the fat man away with disdain: "How old are you? Be more mature."
Qin Shou ignored them and walked in carrying his things, boasting as he came in: "Grandpa, I'm back! Look, I brought you a bottle of wine and two roast ducks. Let me tell you, I queued up quite a bit today!"
"Uncle!" The children's eyes lit up when they saw Qin Shou. This chubby uncle often took them out to play, and they liked him very much.
"Sitting down to eat is fine. You must be hungry." Qin Tian's wife gently added a large bowl of rice to her brother-in-law's plate, took the roast duck, went into the kitchen, and after a little preparation, the fragrant roast duck was served.
As soon as Qin Shou returned, the atmosphere in the whole family became even more joyful.
To be fair, Qin Shou has become much stronger and more talkative over the years as he has traveled all over the country, mainly because he has seen more of the world.
After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, the Qin family's drinking style differed from others. They emphasized a state of mild intoxication—drinking without overindulging or getting a headache, while maintaining a clear head.
The three children were taken upstairs by the wife, leaving a few people at home who were about to watch the evening news.
"How long do you plan to stay this time?" Qin's father asked.
The person asking the question was naturally Qin Shou.
Qin Shou, ever since he got a share of the motorcycle business from Wang Shouren, had been hanging around in the south. He even went to Hong Kong around the 1980s and opened a physical store. It was only because Wang Shouren was so bold as to take on the business that Qin Shou got it. Otherwise, Qin Shou would have probably been severely punished.
After that incident, he behaved himself for a while, but this "behavedness" only meant not going out to cause trouble. Domestically, he was still making a name for himself. As a result, Qin Shou was the only one of Qin's father's many sons who didn't live in Beijing; in fact, he didn't even own a house there.
"If you ask me, you're not getting any younger. It's time to settle down. I'll find you a girl later." Qin's mother was still worried about her youngest son. He's not young anymore, and he's still wandering around outside all day, unable to settle down.
"Oh, Mom, I have a girlfriend now," Qin Shou said, waving his hand dismissively.
"Huh?" Qin's mother was taken aback for a moment, then immediately asked with delight, "What does the girl's family do? Where do they live? When are you getting married?"
"Don't be a jerk and say that you're just playing around again," Qin's father warned.
"No, not at all, it's just that I'm a bit young." Qin Shou said somewhat embarrassedly.
He wasn't exactly old, but he wasn't young either; in terms of seniority, he was of the same generation as Wang Shouren. However, he was born late; while Xu Weiwei's generation was running around the courtyard, he was still a little kid following behind. He was only twenty-eight years old this year.
How small?
"Twenty-two."
"That's not exactly young." Qin's father didn't mind. His son was twenty-eight and his daughter was twenty-two, which was just right. "Later, we'll arrange a time for your mother and me to meet with the people over there and set a date. You're not getting any younger, it's time to settle down."
"Dad, I'm going out again after the New Year." Qin Shou immediately became alert.
"Go out? Where else would you go? Didn't you already take care of things in the south?"
"What kind of 'good deal' is that?" Qin Shou waved his hand. "Brother Shouren told me that if you're going to do something, you have to do something big. Right now, I'm selling his motorcycles, and at most, I'll sell other motorcycles too. All this fuss is just making money for those supply and marketing cooperatives. I'm thinking of opening my own shopping mall, just like those big shopping malls in Hong Kong. Then, brother, you can sell your motorcycles here too."
"By the way, brother, how's your factory doing since you took it over?"
"Not good." Qin Tian sighed. "To be honest, I don't know how to develop it."
"Oh?" Qin Shou asked in confusion, "Didn't you ask Brother Shouren?"
"It's only because I asked that things got complicated." Qin Tian sighed again. "He gave me two directions, neither of which were easy to follow."
"What direction? Tell me." Qin's father turned the conversation to Qin Tian.
"One is to conduct research and development and seek technological breakthroughs. He also said that he plans to collect patent fees in a few years."
For most people in China, the concept of a "patent" is probably completely foreign. But for those living in the heart of Beijing, patents are an extremely familiar thing.
Qin's father did not speak, but waited for Qin Tian to finish speaking.
"The other option is for me to lower the price. Is that something I can do?"
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