There were several times when she wanted to buy one with her own money, but she couldn't bear it. He bought all the bracelets for Luan Feng, so why should she buy one herself?
She couldn't win the title, but she had no intention of swallowing her anger for anything else.
She just wanted to see when this gangster would buy it for her.
She reminded him several times that she was planning to buy her this gift, just to see if he could understand.
Now it seems that gangsters really understand other people's thoughts.
A sweet feeling flowed through Zhang Xuan's heart. The fact that the rogue could buy her exactly what she wanted proved that she had a place in his heart.
Zhang Juan was jealous when she saw her sister had such a big pair of gold bracelets. She immediately jumped up and said, "Brother-in-law, I want this too. I want this too."
"After the New Year..."
"I don't want iron!" Zhang Juan heard that this unreliable brother-in-law was going to use the blacksmith to fool her again.
"It's not that I don't want to buy it for you, but you're still young and in middle school, so it's really not suitable for you to wear it. In fact, it's not suitable for your sister to wear it now. What if someone snatches it away on the street? Hers should all be given to..."
Zhang Xuan quickly took over the conversation: "You can't give this to anyone else, not even my mom. Mom! I'll buy you a pair after the New Year."
He Yanxia didn't say anything and just smiled.
In just a short while, the atmosphere in Zhang Xuan's home became harmonious.
Sisters Zhang Xuan and He Yanxia went to the kitchen to make lunch.
Wan Feng and Zhang Zhiyuan sat on the kang, smoking and chatting about all sorts of things.
"My daughter said you went to Changchun a few days ago to make a lot of money. Tell me how you made money. I want to listen and learn."
"Uncle! Are you planning to go into business?"
"What's the point of earning two bucks a month at work? Things aren't the same now. Back then, everyone earned a salary, and the difference in living standards wasn't that big, or even if there was a difference, it wasn't that noticeable. But now it's different. More and more people are starting to do business, and relying on a salary isn't enough anymore. I really want to come down and take a look, but Wu County is such a small city. With tens of thousands of people, there's really not much to do."
Wan Feng began to ponder. If Zhang Zhiyuan wanted to do business, he had to contribute.
What should he do?
Open a high-end hotel? No, there is a small floating population. If you rely on Wuxian people, you will probably close down. Opening a snack bar is possible, such as a fast food stall buffet or something.
It can be prosperous for a while in a way that exceeds the current situation in the past decade or so, but when competitors appear, it is destined to decline.
Moreover, according to Ju Wanfeng's observation, Zhang Zhiyuan does not seem to be cut out for working in the service industry.
Farming? That doesn't seem to be the case.
Food processing? That's an advantage. This is still a wheat-producing area, and it will take another 20 years for all the crops to be corn and rice.
Flour is everywhere and can be processed into various kinds of pastries and foods. It is unlikely to get rich, but it is no problem to earn ten thousand or twenty thousand a year.
However, food has a short shelf life. If the food cannot be consumed within the shelf life in a small market like Wuxian, it will be a loss, and the profit will be low.
If people were to talk about how so-and-so's father-in-law made only 10,000 or 20,000 yuan a year by running a small food processing factory, wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Even if he gave a little more than the ten or twenty thousand, it would be more than this amount!
No matter how you look at it, it is more reliable to work in manufacturing.
Wan Feng started looking for product processing that was closely related to people. After searching for a long time, he found that there was really nothing to manufacture in Wu County.
The place is too small and the market is too small, so it’s difficult to do anything.
"Uncle Zhang, why don't you take a leave of absence and go to Beiliao to develop your career? I can find you a project there that can earn you a hundred thousand or two hundred thousand a year. How about that? In a few years, I can use my connections to get you a job in Beiliao."
"I was born and raised in Longjiang, and I have no plans to leave here in this life."
It’s the same as his uncle’s, but it’s right next door.
Isn’t this worrying?
"How about you stay at the company first? I have a project in Heihe in two years. We need to build a warehouse for storage. You can take care of it for me then. I promise not to let you suffer any loss."
To put it nicely, he's the manager; to put it bluntly, he's the warehouse manager.
If it really doesn't work out in the future, Zhang Xuan will go with him to Beiliao and give him the garment factory, letting him figure it out on his own.
"You haven't told me how you make money in Changchun?"
Since the second father-in-law wanted to listen, Wan Feng told him about Chang Chun.
"Is this how you make money? Why does it sound like picking up money?"
"The Heihe project will also make money. Do you want to go?"
"Of course I'm going to go if something like this happens. Only an idiot wouldn't go!"
Now we have a warehouse manager, we have the men and horses, we will have the place, and we have the people to deal with the Russians. We just have to wait for the relationship between the two countries to ease and for Qu Yang to be promoted.
As the saying goes: When you are talking nonsense, the night is too short; when you are lonely, it is too long.
Before I knew it, it was time for lunch.
When her son-in-law came to visit, He Yanxia still put a lot of thought into it and prepared a large table full of twelve dishes, four cold and eight hot.
It’s a blessing that she can come up with so many styles this winter.
The family started to eat, and Wan Feng, for the first time, accompanied Zhang Zhiyuan to drink white wine.
Of course I didn’t dare drink too much.
We start eating at 11 o'clock and finish at 12 o'clock.
After the table was cleared, the sister-in-law pestered Wan Feng to give her some money as a gift.
Wan Feng took out a handful of money from his pocket.
"Uncle, aunt, I'll take Xuan'er away in a moment. I guess she won't be back until after the Chinese New Year. This is probably the first time she's not home for the New Year. In order not to make you sad, I'll give you some New Year's money."
Zhang Zhiyuan and He Yanxia each had two stacks of brand new, unopened banknotes, and Zhang Juan and Zhang Chong each had one stack of new banknotes.
Zhang Juan was not happy with this. "One yuan? Brother-in-law, you're biased. You gave my parents ten yuan in stacks, but how come they're only one yuan when they come to us? And there's one stack missing. At least you could give me five yuan!"
Zhang Chong naturally stood on his sister's side at this time: "Yes, it's five yuan!"
"Are you stupid? Can you even spend the five dollars I gave you? Now imagine what your mother would say?"
"I'll save it for you to spend when you grow up!" Zhang Juan and Zhang Chong said almost in unison, imitating their mother's tone.
"Smart, she should be embarrassed to fool you with such a one-yuan thing, right?"
That seems to be the case! Zhang Juan and Zhang Chong were a little confused.
"It's okay, Mom doesn't want your money this year, I keep my word!" He Yanxia said this.
I knew they were a very smart family!
Wan Feng had no choice but to take out two more stacks of five-yuan bills and give one stack to each person.
Zhang Juan and Zhang Chong were overjoyed. This time they had their own money, 600 yuan!
After all these people were sent away, another claw stretched out from the side.
Wan Feng picked up a dollar and put it on.
"One dollar! How can you say that?" Zhang Xuan said coquettishly.
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