Qin Shou: ...
He sheepishly withdrew his hand: "Brother, this isn't..."
"Alright, alright, this isn't it, that isn't it. Next year, motorcycles won't need tickets anymore. When you sell them then, let me tell you, in Beijing, one sells for over six thousand. In South China, no matter how much you sell them for, I'll give you a 20% commission. You decide for yourself."
Qin Shou counted on his fingers: "That means I can make over a thousand yuan from each car. But brother, it's not fun. This stuff isn't as interesting as earning foreign exchange."
Yuan Wai's eyes flickered.
He suddenly remembered what Wang Shouren had told them back in 1967 or 1968.
At that time, they made money and became arrogant. Wang Shouren scolded them, telling them that it was meaningless to be arrogant in their own home. If they wanted to make money, they should go and make money from those white pigs.
For this reason, Yuan studied English with all his might.
The reason he was able to secure the shop here is thanks to his fluent English.
Otherwise, there really would be a language barrier.
He never expected that Wang Shouren's words would actually start to move.
Actually, the person who was most excited after learning that Wang Shouren was coming to Hong Kong was none other than Yuan Wai. God knows how much effort he had put into learning these things over the years.
Why? It's all for the money that Wang Shouren talked about, to make money off white pigs!
Now that Wang Shouren has finally taken the first step, how could he not be excited?
Qin Shou hung his head, feeling very frustrated, but there was nothing he could do.
Qin Jingru and Qin Huairu, who were ahead of them, seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation with Lou Xiao'e.
"Xiao'e, this place is way too big." Qin Huairu looked at the interior design. It was several stories high and occupied a considerable area. The living room alone could accommodate more than a dozen people to eat, drink, and have fun. It was so big that it felt a bit empty.
"It is a bit big." Lou Xiao'e nodded, "But it holds its value. Besides, I have servants, so I don't have to worry about it."
“Having servants is better.” Qin Jingru nodded frantically beside her. “Our old courtyard house is grand, but it’s incredibly troublesome. Besides, it’s only for the few of us, so it’s not even full. We’re thinking of moving back to the vicinity of our old courtyard house. The house there is just the right size, and it’s quite comfortable to live in.”
Finding a nanny in the country is a completely different matter from finding one abroad.
It's hard to find them, and you have to say they're here to help out. They can't stay at home for long, otherwise they'll be reported, which would be a real problem.
Qin Jingru was quite envious of Filipino maids. Sometimes, cleaning a big house can be really exhausting.
The scene Qin Shou had imagined did not occur.
After Wang Siren returned, the two younger children happily ran off to play. Wang Siren took them to their room and they began to whisper secrets to each other.
The three women also started talking about the differences between Hong Kong and the mainland.
Professor Zhuge, on the other hand, asked Wang Shouren for a driver, saying he planned to visit an old friend at the Chinese University of Hong Kong the next day.
Lou Xiao'e said that she could make arrangements for it tomorrow.
Dinner was quite lavish. Lobsters and king crabs, things rarely seen in Beijing, were on the table. In fact, seafood in the 1980s wasn't as valuable as one might imagine. Lou Xiao'e simply wanted them to try things they hadn't experienced before. These things were available in Beijing, though much less so.
Most of the time, he would bring some back from business trips to the seaside. Back in 1976, Wang Shouren did bring back some.
After a hearty meal, Lou Xiao'e spoke to Wang Shouren for the first time that day: "Tomorrow, you have to come with me to Banshan."
Wang Shouren raised an eyebrow: "Going to do what?"
"What do you think? You've come to Hong Kong, shouldn't you visit Lou Xiao'e's father?" Qin Huairu rolled her eyes.
"Ahem..." Wang Shouren coughed twice. He was familiar with the process of meeting his father-in-law.
I was a little nervous when I first met Qin Jingru's parents and Qin Huairu's parents, but I gradually got used to it. What's that saying again? As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are. Besides, in Hong Kong, it's allowed to have multiple wives. If all else fails, holding a wedding ceremony here isn't a problem.
"I should go see him, but I came in a hurry and didn't prepare a gift..."
"I've prepared it." Qin Jingru was about to go find her suitcase, but then she thought about it and saw that it had been taken away. She then said, "It's in your suitcase. Take it with you when you leave tomorrow."
Good heavens, this was prepared by the Empress herself. This time, Lou Xiao'e's expression towards Wang Shouren became even more dangerous.
Wang Shouren awkwardly touched his nose, looking just like one of those scumbags who would abandon their lovers after getting back together.
Well, this is definitely his fault. Right now, all he can think about is the motorcycle factory, and he's temporarily forgotten Lou Xiao'e's feelings. But he should admit his mistakes. Wang Shouren believes he can do that.
That very evening, he made a very profound self-criticism about the matter.
"It was my fault, it was my fault, it was my fault..."
Under a barrage of relentless pressure, Lou Xiao'e finally relented.
They both breathed a sigh of relief. She lay lazily on the large bed, looking at the man lying beside her, and said slowly, "Tell me, do you even know about foreign exchange?"
"Ahem." Wang Shouren chuckled somewhat awkwardly, "Not really, you're still here, aren't you?"
"Really? You're having Qin Jingru help prepare the gift? Does that mean I'm included?"
Wang Shouren turned over, somewhat helplessly.
"Stop! I forgive you!" Lou Xiao'e stopped him: "Is this the only trick you've ever used in your life?"
Normally, if a woman says "stop" at this time and you actually stop, it means you're just going through the motions. When she says "stop" at this point, it's just a literal "stop." If you actually stop, it becomes a matter of attitude.
What methods can be used to make a woman completely stop talking about this topic?
The answer is no, it's just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. However, treating the symptoms to the point of fear is enough.
Lou Xiao'e lay on the bed like a puddle of water, her whole body aching and weak. She stared at Wang Shouren, who calmly said, "Well, you can't blame me for this. You clearly liked the way I apologized before."
“Huai Ru is right, you are a complete bastard,” Lou Xiao’e said through gritted teeth.
“Then…” Wang Shouren turned over.
"No, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Lou Xiao'e shrank back in terror. This person was outrageous!
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