When Yang Niannian woke up in the morning, Lu Shishen had already gone to the army. He had been very busy recently and didn't come back for breakfast, and sometimes he didn't even have time to come back for dinner. Yang Niannian had gotten used to it.
When An An went to school, she was also preparing to go to the city, so she sent An An to the school gate.
In that day and age, no parents would send their children to school. When other children saw that An An had parents sending her to school, they were envious, especially when they saw Yang Niannian giving An An two cents to buy popsicles for him to eat during the hot lunch break. They wished they could follow An An and call Yang Niannian mom.
"An An, your mother is so good to you. She sends you to school and gives you money to spend."
"An An, let's go play paper cards together later."
"An An, you have two cents, do you want to buy a popsicle first?"
An An was so happy that she was coaxed by a few children that they went to the shop in front of the school to buy a popsicle.
The chain of Yang Niannian's bicycle fell off. After she got on the bike and looked up at An An, she saw him holding a popsicle and sucking on it with a few other kids. They were eating with relish, and they didn't mind each other's saliva.
Children's childhood is only a few years, so she doesn't interfere with their happiness.
Seeing Yang Niannian riding away on her bicycle, Bingbing ran to An An and expressed his desire to have a bite of the popsicle. An An was a little angry because Bingbing had said something about Yang Niannian, and he held a grudge, so he refused to give Bingbing the popsicle.
Bingbing snorted angrily and spoke to the other children in a malicious manner.
"That's his stepmother, not his biological mother. My mother said that stepmothers pretend to be good on the surface, but there are demons living in their hearts, and they are very bad."
The other children did not listen to his advice at all and said, "I want a stepmother like this, too."
Children have such innocent minds, they only believe what they see with their own eyes. Anyway, they see that Yang Niannian is good to An An.
After An An had a stepmother, she had new clothes to wear, a new schoolbag and pencil case, pocket money and snacks to eat. She never suffered any hardship. What's wrong with that?
"You are all greedy." Seeing that no one believed him, Bingbing left angrily.
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When Yang Niannian arrived at the scrap yard, Jiang Yang had just returned from sending his sister to school. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that Jiang Yang seemed to have grown taller, his skin became darker, and he looked much tougher. It seemed that he had lost his childishness and had become more manly.
The scrap yard business has been getting better and better recently, Yang Niannian reminded, "You should hire a few more helpers. This is all physical work, you can't do it alone. When the business gets better, we will continue to add more people."
Jiang Yang has been running around a lot during this period, and has seen the world and become much more stable than before.
He shook his head and said, "There's no need to hire permanent workers. I've hired temporary workers these days and they work very hard. Let's wait until the business is more stable before hiring permanent workers."
Then he changed the subject and said, "I think we should contact the scrap metal recycling station first. In five or six days at most, the greenhouse will be full of waste, and that's without adding new customers."
Yang Niannian was a little surprised, "So fast?"
She walked to the door of the greenhouse and took a look, only to find out why it was filled with waste so quickly. It was not because there were too many things collected, but because there was no forklift and she could not pile the things very high by manpower.
It is not realistic to buy a forklift now, but there is no doubt that you can make a very good income by selling these waste products.
The money she earned from selling these scrap iron and steel would be enough for her to buy a nice house in the center of Haicheng.
Thinking about buying a house, Yang Niannian felt a little excited, "I will contact the scrap metal processing station this afternoon."
In this era of material scarcity, as long as there is scrap iron, it will not be wasted. The price is very reasonable. Yang Niannian is not worried about the sales at all. Even if the scrap iron processing station in Haicheng does not want it, she can sell it to processing stations in surrounding cities.
Jiang Yang nodded. He went back to the house to move the goods for Yang Niannian, but after entering, he came out empty-handed. "There are not many goods left. Do you want to go get some first?"
Yang Niannian nodded, "I'm going to the wholesale market now, you go ahead and do your thing."
As the seasons are changing, many people are not buying clothes and there are big sales on clothes in wholesale markets. If she had the warehouse to store the clothes, she would really like to stock up some and sell them next summer. She would definitely make a lot of money.
Despite her thoughts, Yang Niannian was still very rational. She bought twenty or thirty pieces of clothing from the wholesale market, calculating that they could be sold in about ten days. By then, it would be almost time for the college entrance examination, so it would be a good time to take a few days off and then sell autumn clothes after the exam.
After coming out of the wholesale market, Yang Niannian rode her tricycle to Chengzhong Street. It took a lot of time to get the goods today, and she couldn't find a good location.
Yang Niannian was thinking this, but who knew that at the corner of the street, she almost bumped into a woman running down the stairs. Fortunately, she braked in time, but even so, the woman was still scared.
The woman patted her chest and cursed in fear, "You scared me to death, are you blind? Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?"
Yang Niannian frowned, and swallowed the words of apology that came to her lips, "I didn't bump into you, and you were the one who suddenly rushed down the stairs. It's not my fault alone. Be careful with your words."
The woman raised her eyes and wanted to argue with Yang Niannian, but suddenly she saw Yang Niannian's appearance clearly. Her expression suddenly changed, and she said in a panic, "Forget it, go away. I won't argue with you."
Yang Niannian also recognized the woman in front of her at this time. Isn’t this the woman who came to the scrap yard with Du Weili?
Just as Yang Niannian's thoughts came to an end, a man in his mid-twenties with handsome features came over, put his arm around the woman's waist naturally, and asked in an intimate tone, "What's wrong, Xiaoqin?"
Wei Qin nervously distanced herself from the man, glanced at Yang Niannian, and then answered the man, "Nothing, let's go."
The man glanced at Yang Niannian and without saying much, he took Wei Qin away.
Yang Niannian glanced at the place where the two people came out. It was the highest-end hotel in Haicheng. A man and a woman came out of the hotel early in the morning. It was easy to guess what they were doing with just a little thought.
Tsk tsk, I didn’t expect that Du Weili would have grass growing on his head.
She was not familiar with Du Weili, but they were business rivals, so she didn't bother to meddle in his business.
Yang Niannian didn't take it to heart, but Wei Qin felt guilty and became more and more uneasy the more she thought about it.
The man next to her asked with concern, "What's wrong? Why do you look so bad?"
Wei Qin answered absentmindedly, "When I was with Du Weili yesterday, I ran into that woman. She seemed to recognize me."
The man frowned, pondered for a moment and said, "Don't worry, she's just a woman. I'll find someone to warn her, and she won't dare to say anything."
Wei Qin's eyes flashed with cruelty, "I feel like she's not that easy to scare. You'd better use some cruel tactics on her to make her shut up."
The man nodded. "Don't worry, she's just a woman. She can't cause any trouble. I have plenty of ways to make her shut up."