Chapter 84: Touching
In the dream, the light was dim and the sounds were noisy.
Song Rui saw Shou Biao being locked up in an abandoned warehouse, his right leg was covered in blood and he was already in a coma.
He didn't know how long he was imprisoned.
The ground was covered with bloodstains left by his dragging.
Before he completely fainted, he must have been thinking about escaping.
It’s a pity that the doors and windows here are all locked.
Song Rui wanted to help him, but her hand passed through him.
She was just a spectator of the dream.
A few rays of sunlight shone in through the gaps, and all I could see was floating dust.
The smell of dust and blood mixed together in the air made people feel cold in the heart and lungs.
The noise in my ears was getting louder and louder.
Ding ding dang dang, like hammering iron.
Finally the sound was almost at hand.
Song Rui discovered that it was the sound of the iron lock on the gate being smashed.
Then there was a familiar groan, the iron lock fell to the ground, and the door opened.
Ling Ye had blood dripping from his head and staggered to Shou Biao.
He carried him on his back and ran outside into the sunshine.
Song Rui followed, but gradually woke up in the sunlight.
She had no time to do anything else but to look around.
She knew this dream was not an ordinary one and she wanted to gather more information.
This is an abandoned factory, in a dilapidated state.
She saw a person lying curled up on his side in the direction Ling Ye had left.
I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could see that he had no hair and was bald.
Next to him, there was a blood-stained wooden sign.
It says on the front: Fengcheng Second Thermos Bottle Factory.
Song Rui woke up.
Genius has just shone a little light.
Thinking about the dream she just had, Song Rui couldn't fall asleep at all.
She got up quietly, thought for a moment, put on her coat, pushed the door open and went out.
The morning market was not far away, and Song Rui went there early, and the stall had just been set up.
Song Rui bought some meat, borrowed a kitchen knife and a chopping board from the boss, and started chopping the meat.
The feeling of helplessness in the dream gradually dissipated with the rise and fall of the kitchen knife.
After buying some more sauerkraut, Song Rui returned home.
While it was still early, she kneaded the dough and made dumplings.
Eat dumplings when you get on the bus and noodles when you get off.
She hoped he would be safe.
Ling Ye woke up to the aroma of dumplings.
When he opened his eyes, Nan Nan was lying beside his pillow, looking at him.
Seeing that he was awake, Nan Nan jumped on him and said, "Dad is finally awake! We can eat dumplings now!"
Ling Ye hummed as she pressed him down, weighed his daughter, and helplessly discovered that his daughter seemed to have become heavier.
I’ve been busy recently and Nan Nan has missed two martial arts classes.
But she practices at home when she has nothing to do.
Sometimes he stood in a horse stance, sometimes he punched and retracted his fist, and sometimes he hit the ground with a stick.
The more Ling Ye looked at her, the more she looked like Monkey King.
Although it is a bit leathery, it is also much stronger.
Half of the winter has passed and she hasn't had a cold.
The two little cheeks are always rosy and their hands and feet are warm.
Good.
As long as it doesn't put pressure on the chest it's fine.
Ling Ye got up and put on his clothes.
When I pushed open the door of the outer room, I saw plump white dumplings boiling in the pot.
"Are you awake? It's time for dinner. Bring some to them after you finish eating."
Ling Ye nodded and packed the things he was going to take.
Hand-chopped meat tastes more delicious.
The sauerkraut neutralizes the greasiness of the pork, and when dipped in garlic sauce, you can’t stop eating it.
Nan Nan's cheeks were puffy from eating so much, and her pigtails, which were a little messy after a night's sleep, were shaking.
Ling Ye looked at Nan Nan, then at Song Rui, and said with his head down: "I'm not at home. If you have any problems, just go to Dongzi. He will help you. If you want to buy anything big, just ask him to deliver it to you."
"Okay, got it."
"If Song Baohe comes to bother you again, just say that I didn't let him give him money. He won't dare to say anything."
"Also, if my mother..."
Song Rui couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, okay, I'll take care of it. I'm not a child."
Ling Ye gritted his teeth, "Well, you are not a child, you are just careless."
Song Rui laughed and kicked him under the table, but Ling Ye grabbed her ankle.
He rubbed his fingers on her calves and Ling Ye complained, "You're touching me while we're having a meal."
Nan Nan realized that there was something mysterious under the table and quickly lowered her head to take a look.
The two men seemed to be electrocuted, some withdrew their hands, some withdrew their legs.
Nan Nan saw nothing, scratched her head and continued eating dumplings.
After the meal, Ling Ye left with his things.
Song Rui didn't say anything, but she actually felt a little reluctant.
Recently, the three of us have been together a lot, and we are really used to it. Suddenly, it feels like something is missing when it’s just the two of us.
But it's for making money.
Think about the rate of return, it's all worth it.
After all, the boom only lasts for the next two years. If you don’t accumulate more capital in these years, it will be difficult to move forward in the future.
After calming down, Song Rui started to busy herself with her own things.
She recently found some time to draw some designs.
There are hair accessories, as well as necklaces and bracelets.
None of them are precious materials, they are just daily necessities used for decoration.
She first found a post office to mail the design drawings to Sister Qiao, and then called her to talk about the order.
Sister Qiao was also looking for her because the hairpins she made using Song Rui's design were already selling out.
The stall is crowded with people every day, and they ask Song Rui when they will come next time.
Sister Qiao even wished that Song Rui could settle down next to her so that they could get rich together.
Otherwise, the entire design drawing would have to be mailed back and forth, which is so troublesome.
Unfortunately, Song Rui had no plans to leave Fengcheng.
No matter how the outside world develops, her roots will still be firmly planted in the black soil.
But once she moves to a new house, she can install a computer.
Sending an email is much faster than going to the post office to mail a letter.
Today happened to be the first of the day, and Sister Qiao got up early to calculate Song Rui's share.
There were two styles, and the commission for a pair was five cents. After selling for nearly a month, Song Rui earned 28,000 yuan.
Song Rui thought there would be a lot, but she didn't expect it would be so many.
It seems that Sister Qiao's business is really booming recently.
The hairpins engraved with Liangmu's name are probably sold all over the country.
Sister Qiao asked her for her account number so that she could transfer the money to her, but Song Rui refused.
She placed subsequent orders for more goods, and the 28,000 yuan was not enough to pay for the goods.
The wool returned to the sheep, and Sister Qiao smiled happily.
Song Rui asked Sister Qiao to take note of the materials needed for the new style, and agreed to send it over after the samples were finished. Then the two hung up the phone.
Although the round trip was slow, Song Rui really didn't have time to go again, so this was the only thing she could do.
It would be fine if the samples could be sent over before the Chinese New Year. As long as there are no problems, Sister Qiao can lead people to mass produce them during the Chinese New Year.
Large quantities of goods can be shipped before the end of the first month of the year.
Just enough to cover her wholesale stall.
Thinking of this, Song Rui hurriedly took the child out.
After sending Nan Nan to the martial arts hall, she went to the wholesale market which was very famous in later generations.
At that time, the Aicheng Wholesale Market was just starting out, and the high-rise buildings that would later be bustling with people had not yet been built. It was still a greenhouse market.
Song Rui found the market management office and rented a stall for two thousand yuan a month.
Two thousand yuan a month is already very expensive at this time.
But this is the wholesale and retail hub of the entire Northeast.
Anyone who wants to do small commodity or clothing, shoes and hats business knows Aicheng Market.
With the subsequent development, Song Rui knew that the scale here would become larger and larger, until the rise of e-commerce, when it gradually declined.
In the past twenty or thirty years, countless multi-millionaires have been born here.
Song Rui wants to be one of them now.
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