Yan Xiaonan was in a bind. He had five shares, Chen'er had three, and Southwest's two were "dry shares" that would be counted towards his share. If Chen'er contributed 90,000, he would have to contribute 210,000. But he only had 30,000 in his storage space, which was already quite good. What should he do?
Grandma Yan took out a bankbook and a letter from her pocket and handed them to Yan Xiaonan: "Nannan, this was sent by that boy from the Ye family. He said it was a loan for you and you have to pay it back."
Yan Xiaonan opened it and was astonished to find a deposit certificate for a full 200,000 yuan! Ye Chenming was incredibly wealthy. Fortunately, he mentioned that it was a loan to him, otherwise he definitely wouldn't have accepted the money.
Yan Xiaonan took out another 10,000 yuan from her backpack and handed the passbook and cash to Sheng Lijuan: "Aunt Sheng, this is mine. Please take it. Also, please calculate the interest for me. I will pay Chenming back the principal and interest later."
Sheng Lijuan hurriedly put the passbook and cash into her handbag, agreeing verbally but inwardly marveling at Ye Chenming's speed. He had only called yesterday to inquire about the funds, and today he had them delivered. It seemed the little guy was determined to marry Nan Nan.
Southwest has become a fool. He owns 20% of the 300,000 yuan in cash, which means that 60,000 yuan of that 300,000 yuan came from Nan Nan. How can this be? How old is Nan Nan? How can she take on such a huge debt for him?
"Nan Nan, I don't want the shares anymore, whether they're phantom shares or physical shares, I absolutely don't want them. I can't let you carry so much debt."
Grandma Yan nodded to herself. Southwest was not bad. A full 60,000 yuan, yet there wasn't a trace of greed. If this were Erqiang, he would probably be overjoyed and wouldn't care about your debts.
But Nan Nan is right. Only if he gives Southwest Shares will he treat the furniture factory as his own business. The more money he earns, the stronger his sense of responsibility will be. This is a virtuous cycle.
“Southwest, you’ve always cherished and protected Nan Nan since she was little. So keep cherishing and protecting her. Nan Nan wants to open a furniture factory, which is your old profession. How can you not take a share? Listen to your grandma and do a good job.”
Southwest stared at Grandma Yan, her lips trembling as she didn't know what to say, but tears kept flowing down her face. Wu Jinban, who was beside her, tugged at Southwest's hand and said, "Dad, don't cry. I'll be good."
Southwest's excitement gradually subsided, and he said to Grandma Yan and Yan Xiaonan, "Okay, I'll take the shares and I'll work hard."
"Wu Jin Ban, you stay home and keep Grandma and Grandpa company. Read more books and study more. Daddy is going to work at the furniture factory. I may not have as much time to spend with you. Can you promise Daddy?" Southwest thought that he would have to make the factory his home in the future, so he had to make Wu Jin Ban understand.
The little boy, weighing five and a half pounds, patted his chest like a grown-up and said, "Dad, you go ahead and do your work. I'll take good care of Grandpa, Grandma, and Great-Grandma too. Don't worry."
Everyone laughed. This child is really quite good.
Yan Xiaonan checked the time and decided to go back to her room to draw some new furniture designs. Modern multifunctional furniture was definitely out of the question, as it was too futuristic. So she decided to start with the simplest modular furniture. After greeting everyone, Yan Xiaonan plunged into the sea of design.
The light in Yan Xiaonan's room never went out all night. Not only did Grandma Yan feel sorry for her, but Yan Xiaoqiang and Cuihua also felt sorry for her. Even Wu Jinban, who slept in the southwest corner, felt sorry for her when he got up in the middle of the night and saw that his father and aunt were working too hard. His father had only turned off the light to go to sleep because he couldn't persuade him to, but his aunt was still awake.
Yan Xiaonan had already drawn the furniture designs, but what troubled her was that modern furniture, whether drawers or doors, all had rollers and grooves. These sliding doors were lighter and more convenient, but did these things still exist in this era? If not, what should she do and what could she use to replace them?
And these materials should be aluminum alloy, right? Does aluminum alloy even exist in this era? If it does, that's fine, but if it doesn't, then this concept is really terrifying. I can't even answer people's questions about it. Sigh, I still know too little about this era.
Looking at the wardrobe in her room, Yan Xiaonan opened it to take a look. Good heavens, the entire wardrobe had no nails. How was the wardrobe made? And the drawers, Yan Xiaonan looked at them carefully and found that the grooves of the drawers were all handmade. They were grooves cut into the original wood, and there were no tracks at all.
In the end, Yan Xiaonan decided to leave the difficult problem to Southwest, since at least he understood these things, unlike himself, who could only copy what he knew and draw out the styles he had in mind.
Sure enough, after looking at the paintings in the southwest, he pointed to the two large doors of the wardrobe and asked, "Nan Nan, how do we open this door?"
Yan Xiaonan made a pushing and pulling motion with her hand, meaning that the two doors could move left and right without taking up space or obstructing movement. In other words, even if you put a few stools in front of the wardrobe door, it would not affect the movement of the door.
Southwest certainly knew what a sliding door was, but he wanted to know how to move it without any effort. Yan Xiaonan pointed to a bicycle and said, "Second brother, just install bicycle wheels on the top and bottom of the door, like train wheels, and let the wheels slide on the tracks, wouldn't that be great?"
Southwest looked at Yan Xiaonan in surprise, but in his mind, he pictured the door being moved left and right—wheels, tracks, what a great idea!
Yan Xiaonan then presented a simple diagram of wheels and tracks, which looked like scribbled scribbles, but Southwest still managed to discern its meaning. It was a pity that Nannan was already an eighteen-year-old young woman. If she were as big as Wu Jinban, he would definitely pick her up and give her a good kiss.
Southwest looked through all the blueprints and marveled at how Nannan's mind was truly different from others; how did she come up with all these ideas?
Thinking back to the old furniture in the warehouse, if we dismantle it and remake it like the one in the picture, just two door panels would make a brand new wardrobe. Open the door, and the wardrobe would not only have drawers, long and short hanging racks, but also a full-length mirror. And what is this? There is a label next to it that says "trouser hanger." It turns out it's where you hang your trousers.
Yan Xinan felt his blood boiling. He carefully put the blueprints into his bag and rushed to the furniture factory without even having breakfast. He was stopped by Yan Xiaonan, who handed him the bicycle keys. He took them with embarrassment and rode his bicycle out the door.
Yan Xiaoqiang liked Southwest's down-to-earth and hardworking attitude the most. He said to Yan Xiaonan in a generous manner, "Daughter, let's eat first. After we finish eating, Dad will take you to the factory. We can also see what the factory is like and see if I can help you."
Yan Xiaonan couldn't be happier. If her father could go to the factory, there would be so many things he could do to help.
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