Mao Tou smiled happily: "Brother, after we finish eating, we'll go buy train tickets. I know Yan Xiaonan got into Beijing University, so we can just go to the school to find her."
Tie Ge came in carrying a large net bag filled with food he had bought from the state-run restaurant. The head chef, seeing that he had bought a lot and was not short of tickets and money, readily lent him his pots and pans. However, a deposit was required; otherwise, if the person ran away, the head chef would have to pay for all the food out of his own pocket.
As soon as the lid was opened, the aroma filled the air. Ah Long's stomach started rumbling at the smell. There was a large bowl of white rice, a large bowl of braised pork, a large bowl of scrambled eggs with sausage, a steamed fish, and ten meat buns.
Ah Tie knew his brother best. Without saying a word, he picked up a meat bun and stuffed it into Ah Long's hand: "Eat. After we eat, we'll buy train tickets and go make a living in that glamorous world."
In an instant, an invisible fighting spirit flowed among the three of them again. The world is full of wonders, what a beautiful word.
There's a train heading to Beijing tomorrow. The three of them bought tickets. Since Mao Tou and Tie Ge are overseas Chinese, they were able to get soft sleeper tickets. A Long laughed. Rich people are rich people. Back in the day... I can't think back to the past. A hero can't look back on the past.
Maotou exchanged a lot of money at the bank and then gave it all to his cousin. He wanted to take his older brother to buy clothes, pants, shoes, and many other nice things.
"Brother, take this money first. Buy whatever you want. When we get to Huacheng, I'll transfer the shares to you, and you'll get dividends every month. I've also opened an account for you over there, so take this." Mao Tou handed over the passbook.
Ah Long opened the passbook. The first number was 1, followed by six zeros. Goodness, there was a million! He quickly returned the passbook to Mao Tou: "No way, there's too much money. It'll be too hot for me to handle."
Tie Ge laughed: "This is mine, you take it too. You gave all your belongings to me and Mao Tou back then, now it's our turn to repay you."
Ah Long opened his savings book and saw another million. A warm feeling welled up in his heart. He was a true brother, but this was too much money.
Those gold bars weren't worth this much back then. This is what the brothers have worked so hard for over the years. It would be too unfair to keep it, but not taking it would hurt their feelings. So I'll just treat myself as a safe deposit box and store it for them, so they can use it if they need it in the future.
Completely refreshed, Ah Long regained his former bravado, waved his hand, and set off.
The train started moving, and Mao Tou and his two companions sat and lay in their soft sleeper compartment, discussing how to proceed in Beijing. Southwest, along with Tang Jianjun and others, had already arrived in Beijing. When they got off the train, everyone's face showed an expression of relief.
Upon seeing Southwest get off the bus, Xu Da ran over with several security guards. He had already made arrangements after receiving a call from Southwest.
There are now some rickshaws in Beijing, run by people who can't find work. To make a living, they wait for people to ride in them at train stations, bus stations, and other places every day, charging one to five cents per ride depending on the distance and number of passengers.
Xu Da had already arranged four rickshaws, two people per rickshaw, heading towards the furniture factory. The workers were very happy to hear that they would be going to their future workplace first, as they all wanted to see what the difference was between the furniture factory in Beijing and the one in their hometown.
The gatekeeper stood at the entrance and saluted whenever he saw Southwest, even though Southwest told him not to do so, saying that this was a furniture factory, not a military base, and that saluting was unnecessary.
But Xu Da was very persistent. No matter where he was, for security guards, saluting was something they had to do. Since he wouldn't listen, he would just salute. Southwest only cared about his furniture making.
The artisans from their hometowns were already extremely satisfied when they saw the neat factory buildings, the focused workers, the clean workshop, and a large machine whose name they didn't know. The workers were still wearing dark blue work clothes.
Moreover, Southwest had already made it clear to them that the wages for junior, intermediate, and senior workers are different. Your skill level is the only factor in determining your level. Tang Jianjun is a technician, and his salary is the highest among all the craftsmen in the factory, at 120 yuan a month. The others are paid 30 yuan or less each month.
Back in their hometowns, those craftsmen were all mid-level workers, earning 36 yuan a month. But when they went to the furniture factory in Beijing, their wages were 60 yuan a month, plus year-end bonuses. The benefits were much better than back home. Apart from paying rent, utilities, and meal tickets each month, they could save at least 40 yuan a month, which was a considerable sum.
After the tour, Southwest sent a few people to Shen Shaohua to collect their work clothes and lockers. He then had Xu Da take them to the rented house, where bunk beds had already been set up. Except for Tang Jianjun, who had a room to himself, the other five people shared two rooms. They were told to rest well today and start work tomorrow.
Southwest helped Tang Jianjun settle his luggage and belongings, and then took him to the courtyard house. After all, Tang Jianjun was related to the Yan family by marriage, and there was no reason not to visit his in-laws when he came to the capital.
Grandma Yan and the others had already received the news. Cuihua bought some meat dishes, made some large meat buns, and cooked white rice. When the evening glow filled the sky, Xinan led his father-in-law into the courtyard.
Yan Xiaoqiang greeted her warmly, and Cuihua quickly brought out the food. Tang Jianjun greeted Grandma Yan very politely and presented her with the local specialties of Mushroom Village. Grandma Yan was happiest when she saw the local specialties from her hometown; it was the taste she had been longing for.
Seeing the warm hospitality from his in-laws, Tang Jianjun knew that Southwest had not told the Yan family about his daughter's mischief. He was even more satisfied with this son-in-law and apprentice, and made up his mind to pass on all his skills to Southwest, even if Southwest divorced his daughter in the future, he would not regret it.
After a few cups of strong liquor, Tang Jianjun became more talkative, venting about his daughter's thoughts and bad habits. Southwest couldn't stop him, and Grandma Yan waved her hand, saying, "Southwest, let him talk. I guess your father-in-law has been holding it in for too long and just has to get it off his chest. Don't worry, we won't interfere in your affairs. You're the one who has to live your life."
Looking at her grandmother, Southwest thought, "How can there be such a wise old woman in the world? No wonder she raised Nannan so well. I regret that I didn't cling to my grandmother when I was a child, otherwise I would definitely be as successful as Nannan."
Grandma Yan looked at her grandson Rumo with a mixture of pride and sadness. She believed in marrying a virtuous wife. Tang Xiaoling wasn't unvirtuous, but she lacked confidence in herself. However, lacking confidence was better than having it; otherwise, given Southwest's introverted temperament, she would have been doomed sooner or later.
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