"My things will all belong to Linlin from now on," said Grandma He. "None of you should try to take them."
Hearing what Grandma He said, He's mother was the happiest. How could a mother not be happy when her mother-in-law cared about her daughter?
However, she still said to Grandma He, "Mom, you can keep the money for yourself. Buy whatever you want. Linlin is still young, she can earn it herself."
“That’s right, Grandma, you should keep that little bit of money for yourself,” He Wenlin said with a smile. “I can earn it myself.”
Grandma He: "You've bought all the food, drinks, and clothes, so I don't have any money to spend."
"Grandma, still complaining about not having enough money to spend? Haha." He Wenlin laughed. "How about this, our whole family goes on a trip for a few days, Grandma, you pay, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. He said, "You are so filial. Your grandmother is so old, and you still let her pay for it. You are the richest in the family, and I am the poorest."
After saying that, he smiled and said to Grandma He, "Mom, if you have money to spare, give it to me. You know I'm broke."
"If you don't have money, why don't you go earn it? You're only thinking about my little bit of money. You're my good son."
Mr. He: "Didn't you say yourself that you had nowhere to spend your money? I'm here to help you out."
Grandma He picked up a feather duster to scold Dad He, but Dad He dodged it with a grin.
He Wenlin said, "Let's arrange our work and take a few days off as a family to relax. How about we go to West Lake?"
Last year I said I was going to Shanghai, but then I didn't.
What's the point of making money if you can't enjoy it?
Grandma He shook her head repeatedly: "I'm not going. If I go, who will look after this shop? It generates several hundred yuan in revenue every day."
“This business only happens when everyone in the factory gets off work. Lin Fei can manage it for a few days. We won’t be staying at West Lake for long, two days will be enough,” He Wenlin said. “Trust those you employ, and don’t employ those you don’t trust. Don’t worry about him lining his own pockets; he’s not that kind of person.”
"Okay, let's go to Hangzhou for a couple of days. Bring your camera and take lots of pictures." Mrs. He was quite excited.
"Then it's settled. Grandma, the whole family will go. You can't be absent. When you come back, little brother, you have to write an essay called 'A Trip to West Lake'."
“Okay, okay, I love writing essays the most.” He Wenjun pulled Grandma He, “Grandma, let’s go, let’s go.”
"Okay, let's go have some fun for two days. Stop shaking, it's making me dizzy."
"Yes, yes! Let's go to West Lake, let's go to West Lake!" He Wenjun was the most excited, and even sang a classic song, "The West Lake is beautiful in March~"
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The next day, He Wenlin and her family began to hand over their work.
He Wenjun heard that He Wenlin's family was going to West Lake and really wanted to go too, but he couldn't leave.
"Linlin, how many days are you planning to go?" He Wenjun asked that evening.
"We'll leave the morning after tomorrow and return the afternoon after that, so it should take about two days."
He Wenjun then took out four hundred yuan from his pocket and gave it to He Wenlin: "Grandma is going out to play, there's no reason for you to pay for it all by yourself. My brother and I also chipped in four hundred."
“It won’t cost that much. Besides, this is my idea to take Grandma out for fun. Why should you pay for it? If you want to show your filial piety, just buy Grandma a couple of outfits.”
After saying that, He Wenlin looked at him and said, "Your salary card is with me, where did you get four hundred yuan? You only get fifty or one hundred yuan of pocket money a month, where did you get four hundred yuan?"
“I don’t have anywhere to spend money right now. If you give me fifty yuan for pocket money in odd-numbered months and one hundred yuan in even-numbered months, I can’t possibly spend it all.”
He doesn't smoke or chew betel nuts, eats at fast food restaurants, and lives in a single room on the third floor of He Wenlin's house, sharing a room with Lin Fei with him and getting all utilities covered. He's so busy with work that he hardly ever spends money, except for a little money on internet access each month, but even that's only on holidays, just two days a month.
All things considered, he basically never spent money.
“Keep the money safe for yourself. Go out and start your own business next year. Starting a business also requires capital,” He Wenlin said.
"I don't want to start my own business. I think things are fine as they are now."
"Don't you feel envious when others make so much money from street vending?" He Wenlin said. "Peng Liang is making a fortune now, aren't you jealous?"
“I think he’s better at dealing with people than I am. If someone were with me, things might be a little better.”
“You also have many things that he can’t compare to,” He Wenlin said. “If you want to go out and try, then go. If you can’t make it in the future, you can come back here. The salary and benefits will definitely be better. If you don’t want to go, then you can continue to work here. That’s fine too. At least you’ll have a guaranteed income regardless of the circumstances. There’s no risk of losing money. At worst, you can get rich, but you’ll still have no problem making ends meet.”
Currently, He Wenjun's annual income exceeds that of 90% of people.
He Wenlin gave him a commission, a salary of over a thousand yuan, and a three-month bonus at the end of the year. This was only 2002, and his income was definitely higher than 90% of people.
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Before we knew it, it was Saturday.
Early in the morning, the whole family dressed up and prepared to go to West Lake.
When they arrived in Hangzhou, it was almost noon, so they went to Lou Wai Lou restaurant for lunch.
We ordered several of their signature dishes, but none of them were palatable to anyone.
He Wenlin knew they weren't used to the food, but since they were already there, it would be pointless not to let them try it.
Finally, the family found a noodle shop outside and had a meal together.
After lunch, we spent the afternoon strolling around West Lake, enjoying its beautiful scenery, and also visited Leifeng Pagoda.
We were worried that Grandma's health wouldn't be able to handle it, so we didn't go shopping that evening.
They planned to eat and then go back to the hotel to rest, but after looking around, they couldn't find any Sichuan or Hunan restaurants. So, He Wenlin took them to eat steak and pasta.
"Is this what foreigners eat? There's no rice?" Grandma He said. "How can they fill their stomachs like this? I think that person's beef was all bloody and undercooked. It looks disgusting."
"Foreigners don't eat their steaks well-done, but I ordered them all well-done. I can't eat them if they're still bloody," He Wenlin said. "If it's not enough, we can order more. We also have spaghetti, mushroom soup, and dessert."
He Wenlin taught her grandmother how to use a knife and fork. The old lady was old, but she was not stupid and her hands and feet were nimble. Unlike what was shown on TV, she was not unable to use a knife and fork.
This meal cost He Wenlin over nine hundred yuan.
He Wenlin didn't dare let Grandma He know, afraid that she would feel bad. When the old lady asked, He Wenlin said that she only spent a little over a hundred yuan.
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