It’s really hot in Guangdong this summer.
Eating too much barbecue can easily cause a sore throat. After finally getting a customer to the table, he only ordered a few servings of fried rice and a serving of eggplant.
In places like urban villages, there are very few people who go out to spend money unless it is a few days before payday.
Many young people receive their salary in the middle of the month, spend two or three days enjoying themselves, and spend the rest of the time eating instant noodles.
With the little money I have, it's considered good if I can spend it normally for a month.
Those who can save a few thousand usually have families or are girls.
These days these factory boys really don’t have much of an idea about saving money.
As expected, the daily turnover of his barbecue restaurant is not enough to pay the salaries. No wonder Xiao Jiye is so anxious.
"Grandpa, how about we set up a fried rice stall outside?"
"I'm afraid that won't work. Your grandfather is already this old, how can he make many servings of fried rice?"
"If that doesn't work out, we can just go sell watermelons."
It seems that Xiao Jiye really wants to make money for his family. Forget about his mother, she doesn't even know how to bargain when buying things.
His grandfather didn't have much business sense, and he couldn't run a barbecue restaurant like this. He might as well have been a driver.
It's so hot today, so the watermelon business must be good.
But there are many people selling it, and even more fruit shops. If you put it in front of someone's door, the urban management will call and they will immediately fine you two hundred yuan and confiscate your tools.
Chen Pingsheng felt that his little grandson had a bright future. Even at such a young age, he knew how to think about his family.
If you think about it carefully, he actually started out by selling durian at a stall.
It doesn’t seem like a big deal to sell watermelons now.
At most, you can put it in front of other people’s doors, but it won’t have any impact if you put it in front of your own house.
"Jiye, selling watermelons in the summer seems pretty good."
"Of course, we eat watermelon in the summer."
"This thing seems to have more money to make than a barbecue restaurant, right?"
"It has to be dripping."
Xiao Jiye went to his house with him to push the tricycle. Since he wanted to sell watermelons, he naturally had to purchase the goods first.
Of course, there are now many companies that specialize in fruit delivery. The advantage is convenience, but the disadvantage is that the price is much higher than purchasing the goods yourself.
It's understandable that middlemen make a profit from the price difference.
When talking about selling watermelons, he thought of his first business, Tengsheng Fruit.
He has handed over this fruit brand, which ranks among the top ten in the country, to Zhang Tao's two sons.
It's a little compensation for them.
Chen Pingsheng contacted a fruit delivery company and had a truckload of watermelons placed in front of the barbecue restaurant.
The people inside were stunned. Were they selling watermelons or having a barbecue?
Xiao Jiye likes to make money very much, so he hangs a sign on his body to attract customers.
"Uncle and aunt, look at my watermelon. It's so big and sweet."
"Big sister, you are so beautiful. Let's buy two watermelons to take home..."
"Little brother, you are so handsome. Buy three watermelons and take them back!"
Xiao Jiye shouts at everyone he sees. He is really brave.
Anyone who lives in the urban village basically knows Xiao Jiye. Since the little guy is so enthusiastic, they will most likely buy one to take home.
We eat watermelon in summer anyway.
When An An came over on her bicycle, she almost slipped. Her son actually had a sign hanging on his chest, shouting to his uncles and aunts to buy watermelons.
What is her father doing?
An An parked the bike aside and asked, "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Xiao Jiye saw that my barbecue restaurant wasn't making any money, so he suggested selling watermelons. Isn't that impressive?"
"If he says he's selling watermelons, just let him sell them."
An An rolled his eyes and said, "Dad, shouldn't we properly tell him that our family has a little bit of money?"
"No need, I think Jiye is doing fine now."
Chen Pingsheng found someone to collect money for Jiye, while he himself sat at the cashier counter and chatted with his eldest daughter out of boredom.
"Jiye is a child who will definitely have great potential in the future."
"Dad, we're both second-generation, and he's third-generation. More than 80% of second-generation people who want to make a living end up back in poverty by the third generation. People say people like us get poorer the harder we work."
"Although this is generally the case, it cannot represent the entire group."
Chen Pingsheng said lazily, "You should know about your brother's situation. He only spends a few hundred thousand every month, and invests the rest. He even wants to make money from his money and then stop asking for money from the family in a few years. I used to not understand this brat, but now I think he's a good guy."
"My brother Chen Lu is pretty good."
An An propped up his chin with his hands and said, "As long as he hasn't surpassed your ideas, he's already surpassed most of the rich kids. Now he's so down-to-earth that he doesn't look like a super rich second generation at all. Dad, I don't know whether to say your education was a success or a failure."
"Let's wait and see. There's no fixed standard for success or failure."
Chen Pingsheng took An An with him to help Xiao Jiye sell watermelons. It was almost time for the factory to get off work, so naturally there were more people coming and going in the urban village.
There are also many office workers who have to take the subway when they go out. Not to mention their working hours, the time they spend commuting alone is at least two or three hours.
The helplessness of ordinary people.
If possible, who wouldn’t want to work close to home and earn more?
If we talk about the people who are really willing to spend money on food, drink and entertainment, it is the boys in the factories.
We are all living paycheck to paycheck anyway, so we are happy when we don’t have to save money.
Well...because of this, fewer and fewer people are willing to get married.
Maybe it’s because love is hard to find.
An An is usually very busy at the group, but she still takes a lot of time to spend with her children.
Life can’t just be work without family.
By the evening, Xiao Jiye was quite happy. Maybe he made a lot of money from selling watermelons.
Chen Pingsheng even went home to cook for him as a reward, but it was a hot summer day and there was nothing to be happy about.
The company of family is the most soothing.
When Erpi Ya came over, Xiao Jiye called her aunt.
Every time Erya came, she would bring him some small gifts. The generous aunt and the poor mother, the completely different treatments made little Jiye admire his dear aunt very much.
Erya didn’t like children very much, but after seeing little Jiye, she thought it would be a good idea to have one or two children like him.
After Xiao Jiye went back to selling watermelons, Erya said, "Dad, I'm going to Hong Kong and will stay there until the baby is born."
"Isn't it too early to go now?"
Erya is about to give birth, and she is preparing to go to Hong Kong for the birth.
"Not really. I can handle my work there anyway. I'd rather stay in Hong Kong."
Compared to Shenzhen, the super-rich in Hong Kong are relatively freer.
This is also one of the reasons why many wealthy people like to buy houses in Hong Kong.
He wasn't surprised at all that Arya was going to stay there for a few months.
They also have a top private medical team in Hong Kong.
It takes two months of confinement after giving birth, so it is estimated that Erya will not be able to return to Pengcheng until the second half of the year.
(End of this chapter)
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