Wang Yong's wife secretly kicked him, but he ignored it.
"Business is so good!" He Wenjun exclaimed in surprise.
Wang Yong: "But there are two of us."
“That’s still good,” Xu Haibo said. “My dad and I together couldn’t make that much money.”
He Wenjun nodded and said, "More than 500 yuan in daily revenue, that's more than what my fast food restaurant makes. We're going to make a fortune!"
Bringing this up, Wang Yong said to He Wenjun, "Xiaojun, haven't you thought about starting your own business?"
"Let's talk about it later. I don't have that plan at the moment."
Wang Yong quietly asked, "How much does Linlin pay you per month?"
"Not much." He Wenjun kept He Wenlin's words to himself, knowing that income was not something to be discussed with others.
“You’re not telling us the truth? We won’t do anything to you, and we won’t borrow money from you.” Wang Wei laughed.
He Wenjun: "I don't have any to borrow from you."
Wang Yong: "I heard you bought a house, that's great, Xiao Jun. How much did it cost? You're the first among us siblings, besides Linlin, to own a house. You're even younger than all of us brothers."
"I bought an old, dilapidated apartment, only 20 or 30 square meters, and I took out a loan to pay it off for ten years. The interest is almost as much as the house price."
At the beginning of the year, his family had a disagreement with He Wenlin's family over a loan. Of course, He Wenjun wouldn't say at that time that the house was bought for him in full with money borrowed from He Wenlin.
It's safe to say that no one else knew about this except He Wenlin's family and himself; even his father didn't know.
“What are you going to do with a 20 or 30 square meter apartment? It’s hard to even turn around.” Wang Yong’s wife said with some disdain. “If you’re going to buy one, buy a bigger one. At least a three-bedroom apartment. After we get married, the kids won’t have anywhere to live.”
"It's small, so brothers and sisters-in-law, I hope you all get rich soon, and then each of you can lend me a little, so I'll have money to buy a bigger one. Thank you in advance, brother." After He Wenjun finished speaking, he even clasped his hands in thanks to everyone present, just like a character in a martial arts drama.
“The richest person here is Linlin. If you need to borrow money, you should ask her. We don’t have any money. At least you have a 20 or 30 square meter apartment. We don’t even have a 2 or 3 square meter apartment,” said Auntie.
After saying that, my second aunt regretted it.
We had a huge argument about borrowing money during the New Year's greetings, and now it's being brought up again. What if...?
The Wang family all stared at He Wenlin.
He Wenlin laughed and said, "I don't have any money right now. The houses here have cost a lot of money to build and decorate, and the factory is under construction. There are expenses everywhere. If I want to buy a house in the future, I will take out a loan. If I borrow money, I will say it again: one or two thousand is fine, but no more."
She has so many plots of land waiting to be developed, where would she get the money to borrow?
Of course, if you have a good relationship with someone, you can lend them ten or twenty thousand yuan. But to others, you'll definitely say you don't have any. Lending money is all about relationships and character.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, He Dashun was afraid that the same thing would happen again on New Year's Day, so he immediately said, "Buying a house is not as good as building a house at home. No matter how good it is outside, it is not as good as home. A two-story house with a yard is spacious and bright. Isn't that comfortable?"
"That's true."
"Hui Yazi, how much do you sell in a day...?"
"Lingling, are your peach shortbreads selling well?"
...
He Wenlin's relatives and friends were all discussing her street vending business, some boasting and showing off, others sharing the bizarre things they had encountered...
He Wenlin's place has become a business exchange center...
Seeing everyone chatting so enthusiastically, Xu Aihua actually felt quite bored; she felt she could no longer fit into this circle.
Especially when she heard them talking about how much money they made in a day at their stall, she felt a surge of regret.
Her son should have been present during their lively conversation.
Her family was the first among all of He Wenlin's relatives, besides He Wenjun, to come to Shaocheng.
Originally, He Wenlin's relatives and friends should have been the most successful, but now her family is the worst off!
Xu Aihua cried, secretly wiping away her tears...
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