In the evening, He Wenjun called to say that the two snowflake crisp stalls combined only had seven or eight jin left, and he planned to keep them to give away or use as tableware at home, and would not sell them the next day.
After deducting the transportation costs, daily food expenses, and Luo Guodong and Luo Yumei's wages, the three of them each received 310 yuan.
"Something is better than nothing," He Wenlin said. "You guys have a good time for the next few days. You didn't have any fun during the previous two New Years and two Lunar New Years. But if anyone invites you to play cards or anything like that, you're not allowed to go, understand?"
“I don’t like playing cards, but none of you are spending the Spring Festival in your hometown this year. It feels so lonely at home. My dad said he’ll come up on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. We’ll ride in He Shan’s van.”
He Shan has to go to work on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, so they have to leave home on the fifth day.
"I plan to go to Shanghai with my family for two or three days around the seventh or eighth day of the Lunar New Year. If you come, we can go together."
"Sister, let me see how I wrote it." He Wenjun ran over and handed He Wenlin two handwritten drafts.
"I'm hanging up now. My future writer brother asked me to admire his masterpiece. Contact me if you need anything."
"Okay, you go ahead and do your thing."
After hanging up the phone, He Wenlin tossed her phone aside and looked at her younger brother's essay.
Since he participated in the competition and won a prize, and He Wenlin has been encouraging him every day, his younger brother has become even more passionate about this profession.
Now, one wall of his room is covered with extracurricular reading materials. Every day from Monday to Thursday, after school, his younger brother spends all his time reading, except for playing computer games for forty minutes.
Despite his young age, he has an astonishing reading volume. His Chinese teacher particularly likes him and even said before winter break that she would recommend his essays to a local publication, though it's unclear whether they will actually be published.
"It's really well written, my brother is awesome! His use of idioms is top-notch." He Wenlin exclaimed, "Brother, I think your manuscript is excellent, no worse than the ones in composition books. Keep it up, the day when your name appears in a book is not far away."
He Wenjun smiled so broadly that his eyes disappeared from his grin.
“If you want to buy any books in the future, just write them down for me, and I’ll reimburse you,” He Wenlin said.
"He spends all day reading these extracurricular books and only gets 60 on his math test. I really don't know how he did it," Mr. He said irritably. "You're just spoiling him. He won't even get into high school, let alone become a writer."
“Not getting into high school doesn’t mean you can’t be a writer. That story king only has an elementary school education. Little brother, I believe you can do it. Just work hard in that direction,” He Wenlin said. “But you also need to put some effort into math. If you improve next time, I’ll take you abroad.”
Mr. He: "What's wrong? Young Master He, you haven't had enough fun traveling within China?"
“I was thinking that now that we have the means, we should go out and broaden our horizons. When we do, should we take a cruise or go to Disneyland? You choose, bro,” He Wenlin said. “But we don’t have passports yet. We’ll go back to sweep the tombs during the Qingming Festival and get them. Now that we have money, it would be a shame not to enjoy it.
What is the meaning of making money? To put it nicely, it's to realize one's own value; to put it bluntly, it's to live a better life, to live the life one wants to live.
He Wenlin may not have tens of millions in cash flow right now, but her businesses and real estate combined are definitely worth tens of millions.
You could say that even if she stopped now and did nothing, she could live a more comfortable life than 90% of people for the next few decades.
He Wenlin's plan is to semi-retire after graduating from university.
She plans to sell the food factory when the time comes. At that time, the factory will be acquired by a retail giant and gradually upgraded to be branded by that giant. The supply and marketing cooperative will have dozens of stores in the province. As long as she maintains a good cooperative relationship with them over the next ten years, the factory will definitely be able to fetch a good price!
Around 2016, it became very difficult to make Chinese-style bulk pastries.
Therefore, He Wenlin needs to withdraw in advance.
At that time, we could just focus on making the He Shifu cake brand a success.
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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, He Wenlin went to pay New Year's respects to Ge Yuliang in the morning, and in the afternoon, she, along with her parents and younger brother, went to pay New Year's respects to Wang Min of the Bosi Factory.
These two people helped He Wenlin a lot when she first started her business. In previous years, He Wenlin would send New Year's gifts in advance and then call to wish her a Happy New Year.
This year, He Wenlin didn't go back to her hometown; instead, she personally visited to offer New Year's greetings.
He Wenlin is well-known in Shaoxing's business circles, both for her achievements and for her age.
When He Wenlin arrived at their home, she was warmly welcomed by everyone in the family.
After returning from Wang Min's house, He Wenlin received a call from He Wenjun.
"Linlin, you're making me so angry!"
"What's wrong? It's the first day of the lunar month today, why are you talking about dying?"
"Aunt Tang's son is a real genius. He lost over four thousand yuan gambling! Today he came to pay New Year's greetings and asked Aunt Tang for money to pay off his debts. When Aunt Tang refused, he started cursing, saying that Aunt Tang earns money to support someone else's son and doesn't care about her own. He also said that the money we brothers used to buy houses was earned by Aunt Tang, and that it was clearly Aunt Tang who helped us buy our houses! I'm so angry!"
"Four thousand yuan? He doesn't have the money to play such a big game? He's probably just trying to scam people."
Whether this happened in her past life or not, He Wenlin didn't know. She was indeed reborn, but after so many years, she couldn't remember many of her own things, let alone the things of other people.
But He Wenlin felt it was a lie.
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