That evening, Xia Jingshu handed several sheets of paper to Yu Rujia as if presenting a treasure: "Take a look."
Yu Rujia reached out and took it: "What is this? It's so mysterious. Oh, a contract. It's for a fruit processing plant. It's a 10% profit share. You can even get a profit share from a state-owned enterprise? You're really something else."
Moreover, this 10% share was given to Yu Rujia, which means she has another company.
Xia Jingshu chuckled and said, "It's not a state-owned enterprise; it's a factory built with funds raised by several villages. Xu, the former captain of the Xiafen Brigade, is the factory director, and people from other villages have also joined this new factory."
"The fruits from each village can be sold to fruit processing plants, where they are processed into dried fruit, jam and juice. We will also develop fruit wine later."
"I came up with the processing formula. Since we're not here and don't manage things, we'll get a 10% cut of the profits from any products made using my formula in the factory."
With this fruit processing plant, farmers in the surrounding area can now focus on growing fruit without worrying about not being able to sell it.
Yu Rujia: "If they modify your formula and then make a new product, will they give you a share of the profits?"
If you follow a recipe exactly, changing one ingredient slightly more or less counts as a modification. For example, with sugar, adding a little more or less won't make a noticeable difference to the average person.
Xia Jingshu pointed to one of the clauses and said, "Look, it says that if we only change the amount of ingredients in the recipe or make minor changes to three similar ingredients, we will get a share of the profits. Mayor Fang added this clause specifically."
He doesn't care about the dividends; he comes over to help with things because he's lived here for over ten years.
Mayor Fang, Community Leader Huang, and the newly appointed Factory Director Xu all supported giving him a share of the profits, so Xia Jingshu accepted it.
After reviewing the contract, Mayor Fang took the initiative to add several clauses that were favorable to Xia Jingshu.
It must be said that this person is indeed very shrewd in dealing with people. Knowing that he would one day leave the town, and that President Huang and Factory Director Xu would one day change their minds or grow old, he took precautions early on.
In this way, the problem of fruit surplus in the whole town was solved, and Xia Jingshu also gained something, so that he would not regret coming.
Human relationships are something that diminish with use; only reciprocal connections can last.
The two of them leisurely returned to Beijing with the contract and local specialties given to them by their fellow villagers.
As soon as the car came to a stop, Duoyi ran out to greet them with steamed buns and flower rolls.
The little guy charged over like a bull, so strong that Yu Rujia couldn't help but take a few steps back. Xia Jingshu quickly reached out to support her, and the two of them finally stood up.
Xia Jingshu tapped her youngest son's nose and said irritably, "You can't rush at your mother like that next time. You're strong, what if you knock her flying?"
Duo Yi also realized his mistake. The little guy touched the back of his head sheepishly and chuckled, "Mom, I was wrong. I didn't control my strength and almost knocked you over."
Yu Rujia picked up the little guy, patted his back, and comforted him.
Yu Rujia: "It's okay, Mom isn't angry. Just don't be so reckless next time. If Mom doesn't stand properly, we'll both fall down."
Duoyi nodded, promising not to bump into it again, before explaining, "I was so excited to see Mom come back. I missed her so much."
After saying this, the little guy glanced at Xia Jingshu standing to the side and skillfully used his "balancing act" technique: "I miss Dad too, I miss him so much."
Xia Jingshu took the little guy and weighed him in his arms; he was still as sturdy as ever.
Xia Jingshu: "Duoyi is a good boy. Dad misses you too. Come on, help Dad unload the things from the car, and tell us what you did while your parents were away."
The slight grievance that his parents didn't take him on their trip immediately vanished from Duoyi's little heart, and he started chattering to his dad about things at home.
Back in Beijing, Yu Rujia resumed her leisurely life of running the shop.
Duofu finally managed to escape from his teacher's clutches and was preparing to go home for a visit.
Passing by a roast duck shop, Duofu remembered how happy his aunt was when she ate roast duck skin last time, and his icy face softened a little. He got off his bicycle, went into the shop, and bought three roast ducks.
I was bumped into by a naughty kid who was running and jumping on the road when I came out.
Duofu had practiced martial arts since childhood, so his lower body was very stable; he didn't move his legs at all.
The mischievous child wasn't so lucky; he fell flat on his backside.
The brat looked up and glared at Duofu. When he saw that the person he had bumped into was taller than his own father, his eyes were as cold as ice, making it impossible to look directly at him.
A hint of fear flashed across the child's face. He quickly got up from the ground, ran behind a burly man, tugged at him with his little hand, pointed at Duofu, and pouted as he complained, "Dad, that person bumped into me."
The middle-aged man followed his gaze and saw Duofu, who was over 1.8 meters tall, standing there quietly with sharp, piercing eyes.
His clothes, which were about 80% new, were obviously made of good material, and he was carrying three roast ducks in his hand.
They've been in Beijing for a few days and bought one of these roast ducks once; it cost twenty or thirty yuan for a single duck.
They were extremely distressed at the time, but despite their child's insistence, they reluctantly bought one to try.
This person bought three roast ducks without hesitation; they must be from a very wealthy family.
The middle-aged man assessed the difference in strength between the two sides, then took the child's hand and walked up to Duofu, saying, "I'm sorry, the child is a bit fussy. I hope it hasn't caused you any trouble."
Duofu said expressionlessly, "I'm fine, but this is a busy street, so children should be careful when walking. Running and jumping around can easily cause them to bump into people."
The middle-aged man calmly replied, "You're right, I'll keep an eye on him when we get back."
Just then, a woman's voice came from not far away: "Jiade, Xiaofa, you're walking too fast, we can't keep up."
The middle-aged man turned around and explained, "Xiao Fa was running too fast, so I chased after him. The kid even bumped into someone."
The woman glanced at Duofu, who was standing in front of them, riding his bicycle and about to leave. Her pupils dilated for a moment, and she rushed over to grab Duofu.
The woman exclaimed excitedly, "You are Duofu, aren't you?"
Duofu turned back to look at the woman in surprise, having no recollection of her at all. He gently freed himself from her grasp and calmly asked, "Who are you?"
The woman said, "Duofu, I'm your aunt, don't you remember? I even held you when you were little."
Duofu wouldn't mind being addressed by any other name, but the title "aunt" was different for him; it was a unique title, just like "mom."
No other woman deserves to be called that.
Duofu coldly replied, "I only have one aunt."
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