Chapter 163
Huang Guihua was buried, and Jian Feng followed her to the grave. He did not stand in the first position, but followed Ge Changyuan and Ge Changjun, adding some soil to Huang Guihua's grave and burning a few bags of paper money and gold ingots.
When the group returned to Taocheng from the old cemetery, Jian Feng declined the invitation from Ge Changyuan and Ge Changjun and returned home with his wife and daughter.
Ge Changyuan felt very unhappy.
Ge Changjun sneered, turned around and left.
Ge Yaqin was completely disappointed with her parents' family and took a taxi away as soon as she went out.
Huang Guihua died, and Ge Qiang was still strong and healthy. But the relationship between the brothers and sisters could never return to the original state.
Ge Changyuan and Ge Changjun also had a grudge against each other because Ge Changjun lost money in the medical equipment business.
As for Jian Feng...
Too many things have happened in the past few years. They have regrets about Jian Feng. At least Ge Changyuan and Ge Changjun both recalled the time when Jian Feng wanted to borrow money to take a driver's license test. The two of them asked Huang Guihua to make trouble just to avoid lending Jian Feng the few thousand yuan.
Now that time has passed, Jian Feng has really adopted a businesslike attitude.
Some of them felt that Jian Feng was too cold.
But looking at the backs of Jian Feng's family, the three of them realized one thing clearly.
That is, after Huang Guihua's death, their relationship with Jian Feng could never return to the same state. Even if they lived in the same city in the future, they wouldn't have much interaction.
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After Huang Guihua was buried, Jian Li behaved very well for several days.
Wang Mengmei's attitude towards Jian Feng also became much gentler.
As for Jian Feng himself, it would be untrue to say that he had no reaction at all.
In the days after the Chinese New Year, he smoked even more heavily. Occasionally, Wang Mengmei would see him sitting alone on the balcony in the early morning, unable to sleep.
Wang Mengmei put on her clothes, sat next to her husband, and whispered, "Wait until Jian Li finishes her exams, then let's go to the Northeast to have a look, right?"
Jian's father died early that year, and there were still a few relatives in his hometown at that time, so Huang Guihua cremated him and sent his ashes to his hometown in the northeast for burial.
Over the years, Jian Feng has been back three times, the last time being when Jian Li was in elementary school.
"It's been so many years. Let's go back and see our father and tell him that Xiaoli was admitted to university."
Wang Mengmei knew that her husband was in a bad mood, but Huang Guihua was already dead.
At the end of Huang Guihua's life, she suffered a lot but did not enjoy any blessings.
It always makes people sigh when they think about it.
Jian Feng was soft-hearted after all. At this point, he would occasionally think of when his father was still alive, Huang Guihua had smiled and mended his clothes and cooked for him...
But that was a long time ago.
Jian Feng crushed the cigarette butt: "Okay."
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The Lantern Festival this year was particularly lively. It was the first year of the 21st century. Taocheng had a street marked out for each unit to organize and display lanterns. It was the Year of the Dragon, so there were dragons of all shapes and sizes everywhere.
Since this was the first time such an event was held, almost all the people in Taocheng went out to see the lanterns.
Jian Feng and Wang Mengmei, who were gradually returning to normal, took Jian Li, who had just finished class, out to see the lanterns. In the crowd, the small lotus lanterns were more expensive this year, and there were also singing revolving lanterns.
Jian Feng bought one for his daughter and wife.
Jian Li was wearing a plush outfit and holding a lantern, creating a static electric feeling in the crowd.
"I don't want to watch the lanterns anymore. I want to watch the fireworks!"
A family of three squeezed out of the crowd and headed towards Changqing Street.
Many businesses on Changqing Street have been doing good business this year. In order to bring good luck, they bought large barrels of fireworks and set them off in the middle of the street.
Jian Feng and Wang Mengmei looked at the fireworks exploding in the air and discussed which one would look better.
“Let’s wait until next year.”
Huang Guihua passed away this year, so it is inappropriate to set off fireworks.
Next year, Jian Feng and Wang Mengmei plan to give it a try.
Accompanied by bursts of artillery fire, everyone entered the new century.
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As a senior in high school, Jian Li's life becomes increasingly stressful.
So much so that when she received a letter from Jiang Rou after the Chinese New Year, telling her that someone had already started inquiring about the price of her first work, and that the animation copyright of her second work had been sold after several producers inquired about it, Jian Li was not very excited.
In her reply, she told Jiang Rou that the film and television rights of the first work would not be sold, and as for the animation rights of the second work, she would have to see which production teams were involved.
This is not to say that Jian Li is aloof, but that she does not trust the current special effects team.
The fairy tale worldview will always be imperfect without good special effects to support it.
Jian Li sealed the envelope while muttering, "Let's put it on hold for four years. After four years, we'll take the opportunity to shoot it."
If it really has to be suppressed for more than ten years, not only will the story be outdated by then, but most importantly, it will be easy to run into resourceful people who can't act.
This is really a job that depends on timing.
Not long after the reply letter was sent, Jiang Rou reported several production teams that were interested in purchasing the animation copyright.
Jian Li saw several familiar names among them. These people were the behind-the-scenes people who had created quite excellent domestic animations in the past life.
Jian Li made a decision quickly.
Jiang Rou was also not vague. After confirming the quotation, she quickly drafted a contract and paid the copyright fee to Jian Li.
Jian Li picked an afternoon when she had no classes to go to the bank to check her account. After years of accumulation, there were hundreds of thousands of dollars in Jian Li's account, and it would not be long before it would break the one million mark.
Jian Li closed her passbook with satisfaction. It was still 2000 and the purchase restriction had not yet started. She could have taken the initiative and bought a few more sets to stockpile.
In the future, as long as you work in a career that you like, you will be able to get a comfortable life in no time!
The days of senior year in high school passed by very quickly. When people are busy, they hardly pay attention to the passage of time.
In particular, Wang Mengmei and Jian Feng have become doubly busy this year.
Wang Mengmei only now realizes that the "busyness" she used to talk about is nothing compared to the present.
Every time she opens her eyes, she has to face a series of trivial matters such as site selection, recruitment, quality control, etc.
Every minute and every second, her mind was working at full speed.
Even so, I still have to find time to prepare for admission.
Her correspondence course will begin soon, and she will have to set aside two days a week to attend it.
As for Jian Feng, with the help of Director Qiu, he successfully won several orders this year.
The tutoring class that Jian Feng attended started soon, and he got to know many "small bosses" like him in the classroom.
A boss who started out as a duck down seller said with a sad face, "I used to skip school just to attend classes, but I never thought that one day I would actually pay for classes on my own initiative."
It’s an expensive course, and it will cost you 20,000 to 30,000 yuan in three months.
The small bosses around were all laughing. Although they all had low levels of education, they were all more serious than each other in class.
In this training class, Jian Feng finally found people who were in a similar situation as himself, and soon they became close friends.
Once they got to know each other, some people would pretend to be mysterious and ask Jian Feng whether he would invest in the project.
"It's a good project. I'll put in 1,000 yuan and get 1,200 yuan back in three months."
Jian Feng declined the offer and just said that all his money was tied up in the goods.
"I really have no money."
At the beginning of the year, he repaid a loan of 100,000 yuan, and then leveraged out another 300,000 yuan.
The person who said he had a "good project" could only leave in boredom and find someone else to promote his "good project".
In addition to the good projects, some people also called Jian Feng to play cards.
Jian Feng didn't go either.
Although Jian Feng gained a lot from the training course, he said that he would never go there again.
"Ten people can have tens of thousands of ideas."
Some people just keep their eyes on these small bosses who have just made a little fortune.
Among the people Jian Feng knows, there is such a friend.
This man started out as a fruit wholesaler. When his business was at its best, he had more than ten warehouses near the agricultural market and could earn one or two million every year.
I don't know who set up the scheme, it started with small cards, then moved on to mahjong, gambling and lottery, and dragged this small boss into their drinking and eating circle.
There is a fake lottery these days, with a festive name, saying the first prize is a car or a certain amount of money.
At first, it was a hot topic, saying that someone in Taocheng won a Passat, and later it was said that someone else got 200,000 yuan. Many people were eager to buy it.
Someone told the small business owner how to win a prize.
The young boss had also been through hard times, and was very restrained when playing cards and mahjong, never falling for the tricks. But in the end, this lottery completely cheated him.
Under the inducement of the swindler, he won the second prize twice, and from then on he could no longer stop.
They spend money to buy lottery tickets, listen to insider information from others to invest in stocks, and even borrow money from banks to get high interest rates...
Within half a year, 70% to 80% of the family property was lost.
At this point, if he could sober up and keep the business he hadn't lost, he would still be able to breathe easier.
But once people get too carried away by losing, they tend to stay at the gambling table.
He had debts outside, and it would take him three or four years of hard work to pay them off.
The young boss couldn't wait any longer. He hid it from his family, fearing the disappointed looks on the faces of his parents and wife, so he decided to turn the tables.
At this point, the scammer finally put him at the gambling table.
Once you get involved in gambling, you are completely ruined.
Jian Feng used to be close to her. Last year during the Chinese New Year, she even gave Jian Li a red envelope. But after half a year, the two stopped communicating.
The last time I saw the boss was when he came to me in tears, saying that his child had cancer and he was desperate and wanted to borrow money for medicine.
Jian Feng couldn't bear it and gave him two thousand yuan.
As a result, when I met my acquaintances next time and asked each other, I found out that the boss gave different reasons to each person.
Some said his wife had been in a car accident, that his father had died of anger and had no money for a burial, and that his child was in the hospital waiting for a blood transfusion...
A group of people were very angry. It was okay for Jian Feng to borrow 2,000 yuan. Some people borrowed 10,000 yuan, and some borrowed a few hundred yuan.
This guy used all kinds of excuses to cheat people out of money, no matter if it was a few hundred or a few dozen, and then he would sit back at the poker table in the blink of an eye.
The gambler's eyes were red with anger. Normal ways of making money could no longer satisfy him. He dared not wake up. Once he woke up, his mind was filled with the good days in the past. He could only gamble to death at the gambling table.
The young boss disappeared in Taocheng not long after that, and no one knew whether he ran away or died.
With this experience, Jian Feng no longer even sat at the card table, and when he socialized with people, he usually made plans to go fishing or have dinner.
With his business growing steadily, by May, Jian Feng finally made up his mind to buy another car.
This time I didn't buy a van, but a Santana.
When the new car came back, Jian Feng cleaned it thoroughly inside and out.
"When the time comes, I'll drive this car to take Xiaoli to the exam!"
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