In the office of the small factory, Zhang Xuan called He Yanfei in from the workshop.
"Sister He...?"
"What did you call me?" He Yanfei raised her eyebrows.
What to call you? How can I still call you aunt? It’s Zhang Xuan’s business if she calls you aunt. If you want me to call you aunt, you’ll have to wait.
"He Yanfei, how about discussing something with you?"
"What's up?"
"If I borrow He Xiao for half a year, will you fight me to the death?"
He Yanfei's eyelids opened and closed more than a dozen times. "Where can I borrow it?"
"I'm going to take him to Linggi Province during the summer vacation. Do you have any opinions?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Of course I'm not introducing him to a date, I'm just taking him to see the world."
He Yanfei didn't say anything and just rolled his eyes.
Zhang Xuan popped up at this moment: "Ah! Go for half a year, I have to go!"
"Not going? Where's the money coming from? I'll have to support two wives in the future. I'll be starving if I don't have any money!"
Zhang Xuan wisely kept silent, so I just laughed.
If there are two wives, she must be one of them, that's all.
"What are you going out for?" He Yanfei's eyes probably got tired of rolling around and finally stopped.
"Of course I took him out to make money. Think about it, Lao He is almost 30 years old..."
"He is twenty-seven this year, and you are not allowed to call him Old He." He Yanfei corrected Wan Feng seriously.
Wan Feng said that on purpose.
"Twenty-seven isn't young anymore. It's so hard to find a wife, so we should get married quickly, right?"
He Yanfei pretended to blush.
"To get married, you need a house, furniture, a bicycle, a sewing machine, a TV, a watch, and so on, right? If you don't have three things in your pocket, you're just dreaming about bringing home a wife!"
I didn’t mention these conditions, He Yanfei defended himself in his heart.
She knew that He Xiao's family had no money, but just because she didn't mention it didn't mean she didn't think about it.
"Actually, there are no bicycles in the three-turn-one-ring business now. They've been converted into motorcycles. You need money to buy these things, right? Lao He... there's no point in starving him, I've identified him as Lao He. Where does Lao He get his money? If he has no money, are you going to starve to death? Once you can't stand the fate of starving, then your marriage will have problems. If it's serious, you'll have to divorce. If it's minor, you'll have to find new ways to earn foreign exchange for the family. The best way for a woman to earn foreign exchange is to support a man. The cost is small, the profit is high, and it kills two birds with one stone. He Yanfei, what do you think about supporting a man in the future..."
Zhang Xuan laughed so hard that she leaned over the table with one hand on her stomach.
Wan Feng was very serious when he said these words, which added to the comedic effect, and Zhang Xuan couldn't help laughing.
Zhang Xuan laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and He Yanfei's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
He slammed the table and said, "What are you talking about? Who's going to support a man in the future?"
"I'm not saying you'll definitely have a boyfriend in the future, but at least there's a possibility, right? The probability has to be at least 90%!"
Ninety percent? Isn't that the same as supporting a man?
"You're still talking! Tell me clearly why you want to take He Xiao out?"
Wan Feng took out a cigarette and was about to light it when Zhang Xuan reached out and snatched it away: "No smoking!"
Damn little wife, she even controls me smoking. But I don’t have to smoke, I don’t have to smoke anyway. I don’t have a strong smoking habit anyway.
"Of course I took him out to make money. The minimum wage for him for six months is 10,000 yuan. If he succeeds, there might even be a bonus. I can't tell you the exact amount of the bonus right now, but it won't be less than the minimum wage."
He Yanfei was stunned. Ten thousand yuan? How much is that?
One Great Unity note is ten yuan, ten notes are a hundred yuan, and a hundred notes are a thousand yuan. That's a full thousand notes! And there's also a bonus that's no less than the guaranteed minimum wage, which is probably twenty thousand yuan!
"Surprised? Unexpected? Do you know what ten thousand dollars can do?"
He Yanfei was in a state of confusion and couldn't figure out what ten thousand yuan could do.
"Now let's calculate what ten thousand yuan can do. To build a new four-room house, a brick and tile structure would cost a thousand yuan, while a mud-and-board structure would cost about three hundred. Now you have a house for your wedding, and the next step is furniture. With a thousand yuan, you could buy not only forty-eight legs, but even seventy-two legs and a full set of household tools. Then there are the big things: a fifty-six-foot motorcycle for a thousand yuan, a television for four hundred yuan, a sewing machine for a hundred yuan, a watch for a hundred yuan, and a tape recorder for three hundred yuan. I can get you the factory price for all that. What else is there? I think you can even buy a stroller. How much are all these? Calculate them."
Wan Feng listed the items one by one: "Four thousand yuan! These things cost four thousand yuan. In other words, with ten thousand yuan, He Xiao could marry two wives like you and still have plenty left."
"He dares! He's like a bastard like you, marrying two wives."
Wan Feng was speechless. Why would I mention my two wives if there was nothing wrong? Isn't that just shooting myself in the foot?
"Sister He, can you please not take me with you? I don't plan to marry two..." I felt a cold feeling around me.
Wan Feng glanced sideways and saw Zhang Xuan's eyes were as sharp as swords.
Forget it, let’s not talk about it anymore. What a miserable life!
"He Yanfei, do you agree to let him go out with me now?"
"How do I know you're telling the truth?"
Wan Feng was unhappy: "You mean I can't afford ten thousand yuan?"
"I didn't say." He Yanfei was very clear about Wan Feng's current strength. Not only did this guy have a clothing factory with 600 employees in Beiliao, he also had a small factory that assembles tape recorders. Moreover, the Wahou team would give him a lot of dividends every year. Not to mention 10,000, even if it was 100,000, He Yanfei felt that Wan Feng had no pressure at all.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
