Buying and selling fabrics
That evening, when Su Qinxuan asked about the siblings' plans for tomorrow, Jian Jianan, who already had a plan, immediately replied cheerfully, "Mom, are you going to Jinhuiju or the Nanbei Hotel tomorrow? Take me with you. If you go to Jinhuiju, I'll go with you!"
Su Qinxuan had expected her daughter to say this, so she nodded in agreement.
The next morning, three of the four members of the family got up early, each of them having important things to do.
In addition to taking care of two children, Jian Yangping is now also responsible for the staff training of the restaurant. This is a task that Su Qinxuan specifically gave to her husband because he was previously cheated of his electrical appliances by Guan Shan.
Su Qinxuan was capable of completing it on her own, but she wanted to keep her husband busier so that he would have something to do and not have to worry about anything else, so she asked him to help with this matter.
As for himself, he had to go and inspect the stores.
She hadn't been to the store for nine days. Although she had the help of Yang Tao and others, she was still worried that something might have gone wrong during her absence, or that there might be something small that others hadn't noticed. She had to go and check it out in person to feel at ease.
It just so happened that I was going to Jinhuiju in the morning and Nanbei Hotel in the afternoon, so I could take my daughter with me.
Su Qinxuan did not ask why his daughter wanted to go to Jinhuiju, but Jian Jianan had serious things to do after all, and she was his successor. Letting his daughter get more exposed to these things would always be beneficial in the future.
When Jian Jiangnan arrived at Jinhuiju, he went straight to the kitchen. Sure enough, he found the person he had been thinking about day and night among the people busy in the kitchen.
"Sister Xiu Li!
When Ma Xiuli heard the voice, she turned around in surprise. She opened her arms and as expected, she gave Jian Jianan a hug.
Ma Xiuli said in surprise: "Nannan! It's really you, Nannan!"
She had been traveling around the province for the past few months. When she finally returned to Shenzhen, it was Jian Jianan's turn to go out. The two of them hadn't seen each other for at least a month.
Jian Jianan smiled and replied, "Sister Xiuli, it really is me, Sister Xiuli. I'm standing right in front of you, don't you recognize my face?"
Ma Xiu Li defended herself: "Then I was too surprised. I also knew that you were back from Hong Kong, but I didn't expect you to come to see me so early. I was thinking that if you didn't come in a few days, I would go to your house as a guest."
Jian Jianan smiled cheerfully: "Why do you need to come to my house? I can just come to you! Isn't that what I'm looking for now?"
Ma Xiuli held Jian Jianan's face, looked him up and down carefully for several times, and said solemnly, "You've gained weight."
"I've heard that there are a lot of delicious food in Hong Kong. It seems that you have eaten very well these days. The group meals are very good!" Ma Xiuli joked.
Jian Jianan, who was holding her breath and listening attentively to what her sister Xiu Li wanted to say, said: "..."
She was speechless and complained coquettishly, "Sister Xiuli, why did you say the same thing as Sister Xiaotao?"
Ma Xiuli smiled when she heard this: "That's great, Yang Tao and I said the same thing, doesn't that mean we are in tune with each other and think alike?"
Strictly speaking, although Ma Xiuli and Yang Tao are not employees of the same store, they are of similar age and have complementary personalities, so they hit it off at first sight and have a good relationship.
Jian Jianan fell silent. With a roll of her eyes, she brought up another topic: "By the way, Sister Xiuli, you know my mom bought a lot of dried goods from Hong Kong, right? Among them is 50-year-old tangerine peel! I remember you wanted to make a tangerine peel smoked abalone dish, right? You must remember to ask my mom for the tangerine peel!"
Jian Jianan's words immediately diverted the attention of Ma Xiuli, who loved eating. She hurriedly asked, "Fifty-year-old tangerine peel? Is it so well preserved? Has Sister Qin bought it? Where is it? Let me see!"
Jian Jianan thought for a moment and said deliberately, "Hey, I remember that on the first morning when Sister Xiaotao came to our house, my mother handed her a few big bags. I wonder if there are fifty-year-old tangerine peels in these big bags."
After hearing what she said, Ma Xiuli immediately said angrily, "You are so good, Yang Tao, you said you were my revolutionary comrade, but I didn't expect you to betray our revolutionary friendship so easily for a few small pieces of tangerine peel! It seems that tomorrow, no, I will find a time to rush to Yang Tao and ask him about the whereabouts of the tangerine peel for the past fifty years!"
Jian Jianan destroyed the sisterhood between the two people with just a few words, but she also knew that Ma Xiuli was just joking and she didn't really have any dissatisfaction with Yang Tao.
The two of them walked out of the kitchen while chatting and laughing. Jian Jianan stood at the door and glanced inside through the glass window. Naturally, he saw seven or eight girls standing in the kitchen. They were all unfamiliar faces that Jian Jianan had never seen before.
Jian Jianan gestured to Ma Xiuli to look and asked her, "So, Sister Xiuli, these eight girls are your achievements this month?"
Ma Xiuli smiled triumphantly, a smile filled with pride, even if it was just the fifty-year-old tangerine peels she snatched. "Of course, these were all carefully selected by me. Having eight of them standing here in this little world right now makes all my hard work this month worthwhile!"
Jian Jianan understood.
Ever since Ma Xiuli won the championship in the first Guangdong Province Cooking Competition, Su Qinxuan decided the next day to open other Jinhuiju chain stores on this happy day.
It was a long process to expand from one store to ten stores at once, and the most indispensable part was the Ma family chef team headed by Ma Xiu Li.
In order to maintain the stability of Jinhuiju's morning tea products, it is imperative for the Ma family to expand its enrollment. In addition to recruiting people, Ma Xiuli also has to ensure the training of new employees. The work will be considered successfully completed when they are able to start their apprenticeship.
The others originally planned to recruit chefs locally in Shenzhen, regardless of their background or gender. As long as they knew some basic kitchen knowledge, it would be fine. Even if they didn't know the rest, Ma Xiuli and the others would train them.
Jian Jianan still remembers Ma Xiuli's expression when she stood up suddenly while attending the meeting. Her expression was so resolute, like a warrior.
"Everyone, listen to me. My hometown is a city known for its delicious food. However, I know that many girls there are very talented in cooking. However, for various reasons, some girls have to get married before they even reach adulthood and are unable to pursue their culinary dreams. Therefore, I propose that the new Ma Family Troupe be led by me to travel across the province, selecting these impoverished girls and giving them priority."
Ma Xiuli's words were naive, but no one could deny the sincerity of her words. Although many people objected, there were even more who agreed.
So, after the majority voted to pass this decision, Ma Xiuli did not want to disappoint the expectations of those who supported her. After explaining some important things, she has been taking people to various places in the province for some time, with the aim of finding girls who are talented and willing to learn cooking.
Now Ma Xiuli looked at the eight girls in the kitchen. Some of them were taller, some were shorter, some were older, and some were more childish. Their ages, heights, and looks were all different, but they all had the same beautiful expectation for the future on their faces.
Ma Xiuli looked at the group of curious girls tenderly. Although she was not very old, Jian Jianan could see some kindness on her face.
"Look!"
Ma Xiuli introduced Jian Jianan, "The one standing in the middle is called Guan Yu. I snatched her from her parents. When I arrived at her house, her parents had already stuffed her into the back of a tricycle to take her to the man's place. If I had been even a little late, she would have been ruined!"
Jian Jianan looked over. Guan Yu? It was her, standing in the middle with an expressionless face.
"The one on the far left is Zhong Lingzi. She's a clever girl and one of the few who came to me after learning about my arrival."
You know what, Zhong Lingzi has a lively expression and looks like a really smart little girl.
"And over there..."
Seeing that she was interested, Ma Xiuli proudly introduced them to Jian Jianan one by one, her words full of pride. Jian Jianan listened with a relaxed brow and said with a smile: "Sister Xiuli, you brought them all back, which is a great merit!" After hearing Ma Xiuli's description, few of these girls had happy and harmonious families.
Ma Xiuli declined: "Hey, what's the point of doing good or not? I just couldn't bear it and wanted to find another way out for them."
Moreover, sometimes when she looked at these poor girls, she thought of herself for some reason.
I remembered myself who was always suppressed by Lu Zude and became a marginal figure in the Ma family.
If it weren't for Jian Jianan and Su Qinxuan, and if it weren't for that cooking competition, would her fate never have been changed?
Jian Jianan patted Ma Xiuli's shoulder and comforted her: "It's okay. No matter what your original intention was, the result is that you did a great thing. Let's look forward to it. I just hope these girls can graduate as soon as possible. If this decision is successful, you can continue to recruit people."
Ma Xiuli nodded: "I hope so."
Jian Jianan stayed in Jinhui District for a while and then went home. As soon as she got home, she went into her room and opened the little notebook, not knowing what was written on it.
Jian Jianan recorded everything he saw and heard today, and then wrote down his thoughts in a small notebook. He worked so hard that he forgot to eat and even skipped meals. In the end, Jian Jiabei was awakened by his brother's yell.
"Jian Jianan! Why don't you put your things back where they belong? Come out quickly and clean up the living room!"
Oh? Why is my brother so angry? What happened?
Jian Jianan opened the door and saw why his brother was so angry.
It turned out that the living room was a mess, with half-opened magazines everywhere, and the mess spread to everyone's room door. When Jian Jiabei opened the door of his room, he accidentally stepped on a magazine.
He picked it up with a puzzled look on his face and couldn't help but say aloud, "VOUGE? What is this?"
It turned out to be a fashion magazine.
There are only two ladies in this family, one is Jian Jianan and the other is his mother Su Qinxuan.
But Su Qinxuan doesn't look like someone who would read this kind of magazine. Su Qinxuan never pays much attention to clothing matching. Her clothes are always matched and made for her by her husband Jian Yangping.
Even during her rest time, my mother would choose to read some financial newspapers. Fashion magazines are never among her choices.
Compared to those colorful paper publications with all kinds of beautiful clothes, Su Qinxuan prefers newspapers with various data, or internal publications with various policies, or employees' inquiries about the next moves of other competitors.
In short, if given a choice, Su Qinxuan would absolutely not take the initiative to look at these clothing magazines.
Therefore, when he saw these magazines scattered in the living room at home, Jian Jiabei subconsciously thought of his sister Jian Jianan.
Although his sister Jian Jianan didn't look like someone who would be obsessed with beautiful clothes, and she had never been so obsessed with beautiful clothes before, after ruling out the impossible possibility, the remaining one was the necessary answer.
Jian Jiabei yelled at the top of his lungs, "Jian Jianan! Jian Jianan! My sister Jian Jianan, who's doing who knows what at home! Why don't you put your things away? You don't even put away the magazines you've read? You even leave them lying around without even covering the pages properly. Hurry up and get out of the room and put away your things!"
Jian Jiabei was very unhappy and yelled at the top of his voice. He regarded himself as the order manager in the family. If there was anything wrong in their house, he would definitely be the first to find out. In addition, he was one year older than Jian Jianan, and he had the responsibility to take care of his sister as an older brother. Therefore, after discovering his sister's bad habits of not liking to clean up and putting used things back in their original place, he felt that he had a certain obligation to educate his sister.
When Jian Jianan heard her brother yelling, she thought something terrible had happened and rushed out of the room. She was very surprised when she saw the scene in the living room, which looked like it had been ransacked by thieves. When she heard her brother's words, she immediately retorted, "Ah, I didn't do these things, and I just got back from being away all day. I just came back and went straight to my room to sleep until now. I don't know how our living room became like this."
Jian Jiabei frowned when he heard this. Who else could it be but his sister?
He did not doubt the truth of his sister's words, because he knew that although Jian Jianan was naughty and liked to tease him, often joked with him on some small things, and especially liked to see him being fooled, but at critical moments, especially on some big things, Jian Jianan would never lie to him.
"Who else could it be?" Jian Jiabei's handsome face was full of question marks. Could it be that there was a thief in their house? But he had never heard of a thief who broke into a house and did not steal valuable things, but specifically took out the fashion magazines in the house and spread them on the ground, making a mess.
Jian Jiabei came out of the room and took a better look at the mess in the living room.
The fashion magazines that were originally placed on the bookshelf in the living room were now all in a mess. Some even had pages torn out and were scattered on the floor, making the originally orderly living room look like a garbage dump after a camping trip. Jian Jianan even saw a few small paper balls next to the trash can.
She walked over and unfolded the small paper balls one by one, and found that they were actually pages from a fashion magazine. There were a few ugly and exaggerated clothes in them. Maybe people didn't like them, so they tore them off and rolled them into balls. She wanted to throw them into the trash can, but her aim was not good and she missed.
This scene looks like a garbage dump, no wonder my brother is so unhappy.
Jian Jianan squatted on the floor and watched this scene, and slowly she made up her mind. She picked up the fashion magazines one by one and put them back in their proper places. She placed the torn inner pages separately in a mooncake box. Fortunately, it was a mooncake box left over from last year, and Jian Jiabei, the stingy guy, thought it looked pretty good, so he didn't let his family throw it away. It was a good place to store things.
Last year was a very important year for the development of China's fashion industry. Many fashion magazines that had a great influence on future generations seemed to have received a common order and were founded in 1983.
For example, China’s first fashion magazine, “Fashion”, was published by a domestic organization in collaboration with a domestic publishing house.
But in addition to foreign fashion magazines, many fashion magazines founded by local fashion practitioners also published their first issue in 1983, such as "Fashion Color", "Shanghai Fashion Magazine", and "China Cosmetics Fashion Edition".
These magazines, which were only published last year, have now appeared one by one in Jian Jianan's home, making their home more fashionable.
Jian Jiabei squatted down with his sister to clean up the house, but he was still very confused. There was not even a mystery in his heart that he hadn't solved. He kept muttering, "Who on earth could it be that didn't put these magazines away after reading them? If it's not you, then it can't be Mom. Could it be Dad?"
At this point, Jian Jiabei's mind suddenly lit up, and he intuitively grasped the most likely person. His full of doubts turned into full of surprise. He looked at his sister for confirmation, "No way, it can't really be Dad?"
Jian Jianan pursed his lips and smiled slightly, "Brother, why are you surprised? Have you forgotten that the clothes we are wearing were made by Dad himself? It wouldn't be strange for him to find these."
Jian Jiabei scratched his head. "I thought Dad would read those financial magazines. I never thought he would be interested in these clothes."
Jian Jianan laughed. "Why do you think so? Dad wants to make clothes. Even if he's a genius, he can't be completely self-taught. He needs some external help to make so many different kinds of beautiful clothes. Haven't you noticed that on the bedside table in Mom and Dad's room, in addition to Mom's overflowing financial magazines and valuable newspaper cutouts, there are also two 'Tailoring Guides'? Those are priceless treasures in Dad's mind. I think he's almost torn them apart."
When Jian Jiabei learned about this for the first time, he was so shocked that his eyes widened: "What, there is such a thing? I really didn't know about it." He really didn't expect that the tall and strong Jian Yangping would be the most interested in these things.
Jian Jianan was not surprised at all by this: "What's so strange about this? Dad only has this little interest, so of course he will work hard to improve. Do you think everyone is like you, with so many hobbies but only a little bit of enthusiasm?"
Jian Jiabei was suddenly struck by an unexpected disaster and immediately retorted, "What? How could I have that? Why did you say that my hobbies are only half-hearted? How could I have that?"
Seeing his brother's refusal to admit his mistake, Jian Jianan immediately counted on his fingers and listed the things he had done wrong. "Last time, you said you wanted to learn math, and Mom and Dad immediately signed you up for a tutoring class at the Children's Palace. But within two months, you said you didn't want to go anymore. This winter break, you said you wanted to sign up for a swimming class, but you didn't go many times during the whole break. Isn't this just a fleeting enthusiasm?"
Jian Jiabei felt guilty for the moment, but he didn't want to completely admit his guilt, so he immediately racked his brains to refute, but his brain capacity was limited and his eloquence was not good, and he was about to start a quarrel with his sister.
The brother and sister started bickering with each other as usual, immediately forgetting the messy scene in the living room.
However, Jian Jianan, who was very observant, still noticed the unusual scene today. He felt that his father's sudden reading of all the fashion magazines was not a whim. He might have something else to do, but he just didn't tell his family for the time being.
As expected, during dinner tonight, Jian Yangping announced the feat he wanted to accomplish.
Now that it is nearing the end of the year, the two adults have to take care of such a large industry and are busier than usual. Su Qinxuan has inspected all the branches, and the most important thing now is to check the head office.
The main branches of Nanbei Restaurant and Jinhuiju are both located in Shenzhen, so no matter how busy they are, the two adults will still take time out to go home and have a meal with their children.
Jian Jianan also noticed that his father Jian Yangping was absent-minded at the dinner table tonight.
No matter how delicious the food was, it couldn't keep his mind on the meal. When he was almost done eating, he spoke to his family as if he had made a difficult decision.
“I want to make clothes.”
"Huh? Making clothes? What kind of clothes?" Jian Jiabei was the first to feel curious.
Su Qinxuan spoke quickly: "Old Jian, you have been making clothes all the time, haven't you? Our family hasn't bought new clothes in a long time. Isn't it all your credit? If you want to make it, just do it. There is no reason for us to stop you."
Jian Jianan noticed something and remained silent. She stared into her father's eyes, and her first reaction was that the three words "making clothes" in his words were not the same as what other people understood as "making clothes".
Jian Yangping put down his chopsticks, rubbed his hands, and said with some difficulty, "I'm not just making clothes for my family. Oh, of course, of course I don't mean to stop making clothes for you from now on. I am still very willing to make clothes for my family, but this time I want to make some of the finished clothes and sell them."
Huh? Are you planning to start a clothing business?
Jian Jianan immediately thought of the fashion magazines scattered all over the living room in the morning, and the frayed edges from turning the pages too many times. It seemed that Jian Yangping's proposal was not a whim, but a well-thought-out decision made after a long period of consideration.
Jian Yangping was a little nervous. He knew that it seemed inappropriate to raise this point when the whole family was busiest, but he knew one thing very well. When an opportunity comes, if you don't seize the moment and hold on tightly, then this opportunity will be fleeting. No matter how many times you regret it later, no matter how many times you want to turn back time, you can't go back to the past, back to the past when you could seize this opportunity.
Seeing that his family members had no objections and were even looking at him with implicit encouragement, Jian Yangping continued, "Our hotel has many halls, and today a worker from the Blue Sky Textile Factory happened to come and book a hall for a party. Since it's been so busy today, many hotel employees have asked for leave, so I went there to help out. That's when I heard the Blue Sky Textile Factory people tell me a lot of inside information."
Jian Jianan nodded repeatedly as he listened. The Nanbei Hotel covered a large area. In addition to the lobby in the middle, the other three sides were divided into three small halls, named after various plants, such as the Plum Blossom Hall, the Orchid and Bamboo Hall, and the Winter Plum Hall. Jian Jianan had heard about today's incident a long time ago.
As early as a few days ago, Sister Xiaotao was busy with the matter of booking a hall for the Blue Sky Textile Factory. This is equivalent to a last-minute party for a large company, so it should be taken seriously.
What's more, a company has booked a hall, with so many tables and so many people. The profits of the Nanbei Hotel are huge. Su Qinxuan knows how huge the number is just by counting on his fingers.
For Yang Tao and his colleagues, as long as this order is completed successfully, they will get this month's commission and can also finish work early!
It's Chinese New Year now, and I've got a little extra money coming in. When I go home for the holidays and have a good rest, this money will be very useful. I can buy my family some food they haven't eaten all year, buy the kids some new clothes and give them a few cents for pocket money, or take my mother, who has suffered from leg pain for half her life, to the hospital for a good checkup...
In any case, no one would complain about having too much money. I have only heard that everyone is working hard to make money but never spends it.
The Blue Sky Textile Factory is huge, and the factory director has invested a lot of money this time. He even used part of the factory's budget to book a table for a last-minute banquet at the prestigious Nanbei Hotel. You can imagine how happy and cheerful the employees were during the banquet.
However, it can also be seen from here that the Blue Sky Textile Factory has achieved very good performance this year!
Since its launch five years ago, the Nanbei Hotel's Burning Tail Banquet has undergone numerous improvements over the years. Not only does it retain the original traditional dishes, but a team of new chefs led by Zhang Dezheng are constantly innovating. Every year during Chinese New Year, it's a hotly anticipated event, with reservations often running from the night of New Year's Eve to the Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the lunar year. In other words, the enthusiasm for the Burning Tail Banquet won't fade until after the Lunar New Year, at which point the banquet will conclude.
Hearing this, Jian Jianan couldn't help but interrupt his father, "Stop, stop, stop, stop, Dad, why don't you just speak properly? Why are you still reading out the names of the dishes?"
Things like tripe with Sichuan peppercorns, large intestine with pickled mustard greens, and beef ribs with black pepper... She and her brother were listening to their father talking here and they suddenly thought they were eating in a private room of the Nanbei Hotel. Suddenly, even the soup that her mother Su Qinxuan had cooked herself didn't taste good.
Jian Yangping smiled innocently. He looked honest to begin with, and it was easy for him to put on such an innocent expression. But the truth was, whether he was innocent or not, only he knew.
Jian Yangping apologized rather sheepishly, "Okay, okay, Dad just let it slip. Let's get back to business. They were especially busy that day, and it also happened to be the peak flu season around the end of the year. Many employees took sick leave due to colds and fevers, so the Nanbei Hotel was a bit short-staffed. I happened to be bored at home, so I went out to help."
"Thanks to this help, I was able to learn some good news from the employees of the Blue Sky Textile Factory!"
Jian Yangping immediately dropped a bombshell, "The factory employees don't just receive their New Year's wages; they also receive year-end benefits. At the end of the year, everyone gets to take home five meters of floral fabric, woven fabric from the Blue Sky Textile Factory. The fabric has already been given to you, so what you do with it is entirely up to you."
Make some clothes for your family, okay.
Or you can keep it and use it later when you need it.
Or if you don't need it for the time being, then you can just sell it, that would be even better.
Jian Jianan understood what his father meant when he heard this. "So, Dad, do you want to buy some fabric from them?"
Jian Yangping was very happy that his daughter was such a thoughtful and considerate person. She always guessed his hidden meaning accurately and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, that's right, that's what I meant. I was paying attention to their conversation while helping out. This year-end benefit isn't just for one person or a certain department; it's a year-end benefit for everyone in the factory. Five meters per person, that's hundreds or even thousands of meters in a factory! Of course, I'm not planning on buying all the cloth distributed to everyone. I just want to buy a little bit, as appropriate. A little is enough."
Jian Yangping seemed to be worried that no one in his family would support his decision. After saying this, he repeatedly assured that he was only going to buy a little bit of fabric, just a little bit, and definitely not a lot.
Mom Su Qinxuan didn't say anything. Jian Jianan looked around and decided to step forward to save the suffocating silence. "Dad, what are you going to do with all this fabric? Do you want to make your own clothes?"
This was Jian Jianan's most reasonable guess. Otherwise, Jian Yangping would have bought so much fabric for no good reason. He wasn't some special fabric collector, so buying so much would just sit there and gather dust. And let alone buying clothes for her and her brother, Jian Yangping only made a few sets a month, so there wasn't a need for so much fabric. Was he going to force her and her brother to wear the same clothes to school every day of the year?
Jian Jianan could imagine with a clue what would happen to her at school if that were the case.
"Wow, look at those two siblings. Their family is so rich, but they don't even bother buying them clothes. They wear the same clothes to school every day. I don't even know if they washed them the day before. Hey, go smell them. Do they smell bad?"
When Jian Yangping heard his daughter's question, he didn't answer directly. Instead, he rubbed his hands hopefully, raised his head and said hesitantly, "Well...well, I will definitely bring back some fabric to make clothes. Anyway, I'm back from playing in Hong Kong, and I've been bored recently. To be honest, Jinhuiju and Nanbei Hotel don't particularly need me. Yang Tao and Ma Xiuli are helping out there, so I'm not indispensable, and there's no need for me to bother them. I was thinking, since I have some free time, why not use this boring time to do something interesting?"
Jian Jianan didn't dare to answer. Her father was the best at lying to children. When her mother Su Qinxuan had something to say to the two children, she would always speak directly. Her father, on the other hand, always spoke in a roundabout way.
Jian Jianan still remembers the time when his family was still in their hometown on Hainan Island. One winter was particularly cold, and even Hainan Island, located at the southernmost tip of China, was not spared.
Getting the two children to go to school every morning became the most difficult thing for the whole family.
Once, Jian Jianan set a goal for himself to stay in bed for five minutes, but when he woke up again after opening and closing his eyes, it was already half an hour later, so he naturally missed the time to go to school.
After Jian Jianan went to his brother's room and woke him up, as soon as he came out of the room, he met Jian Yangping, who happened to be on leave today.
Jian Yangping was very surprised when he saw the brother and sister. He said in a fearful tone, "Oh, the two leaders are finally up. Don't worry, don't worry. Why are you getting up so early? You can go and inspect the school tomorrow!"
After these words were spoken, the brother and sister were in a dilemma whether to laugh or not. Jian Jianan's face even turned red from trying to hold back his laughter.
Later they learned that after Jian Yangping called his two children to get up but they refused to do so, he thought about the cold weather and simply went to school to ask for leave from the teacher, saying that his two children had caught a cold and the flu, and he would wait and see how they were doing and return to school if they recovered the next day.
From this we can see that Jian Yangping often says some sarcastic words, and saying things with hidden meanings has become his personal style.
He said he wanted to buy cloth to make clothes, but that was not easy.
First, how many clothes does he want to make with all that cloth? Second, what will he do with all the clothes once they are made?
Anyway, let me be frank with you about coming to the Jane family: she and her brother definitely can't fit in so many clothes.
By extension, Jian Jianan could guess what her father was going to do.
Seeing that no one in the family answered him, Jian Yangping decided to pick the one who was most compatible with him. He asked Jian Jianan with a smile, "What do you think, Nannan? What do you think of Dad's idea?"
Does Jian Jianan dare to answer? She doesn't dare to answer at all!
Didn’t you see that Su Qinxuan, the head of the family, didn’t say anything? I definitely wouldn’t dare to give my answer before my mother spoke.
Jian Jianan immediately lowered her head and pretended to drink the soup. As she sipped, she sighed, "Oh, Mom's hands are getting better and better. This Tianma Pig's Lung Soup is much more delicious than before! It's just that our President Su Qinxuan is always very busy, so it's hard for her to get the chance to cook for the family. I wonder how long it will be before Mom makes this soup again."
"Brother, can you please serve me another bowl?" She looked at Jian Jiabei.
"Oh, okay, brother will serve you another bowl of soup now." Although his brain is not very bright, Jian Jiabei, who is very sensitive to the undercurrents in the family atmosphere, immediately noticed the strange atmosphere between his parents. With his sister's words as a prelude, he immediately took this step to escape his father's hopeful eyes and his mother's cold face.
Jian Yangping finally realized that this approach was a dead end. His daughter and son, these two little traitors, always stood on the side of his beloved Su Qinxuan at critical moments. Now he could no longer rely on these two little bastards. So Jian Yangping had no choice but to turn his face towards Su Qinxuan and soften his voice, asking in a voice that was eight hundred times gentler than when he usually spoke to her: "Wife, what do you think?"
When Jian Jianan heard this, she immediately exchanged glances with her brother. The two siblings simultaneously made a disgusted expression. Oh my God! This sentence can squeeze out honey. Dad, do you usually talk so... so unpleasant?
Su Qinxuan had a cold face and slowly ate the last bite of rice in the bowl. Then she put down her bowl and chopsticks, wiped her mouth, turned to look at her husband and said lightly: "Sure, since you want to do it, then go ahead and give it a try."
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Ahhhh?
Jian Yangping certainly had never expected this answer and was stunned for a moment.
Su Qinxuan burst out laughing at her lover's rare silly look. "Old Jian, we've been together for so many years, how could I not understand what's going on in your mind? Ever since you came back from Hong Kong, I've noticed that your brows haven't been completely relaxed for a single day. Maybe you're still a little uncomfortable with the restaurant business. It doesn't matter, just do what you like. Life is only a few decades long, so finding something you love is the most important thing!"
Jian Yangping was deeply moved and whispered sweet nothings into his wife's ear: "I knew it, Xiaoqin, I knew you would say that. Ever since I saw you splashing water on someone on the street more than ten years ago and fell in love with you at first sight, I knew you were such a unique person. You and I are so in tune with each other. We understand each other's words with just a glance, a tacit understanding that never needs to be expressed..."
"I'm full, I'll leave first."
When Jian Jianan and his brother heard their parents expressing their affection as if no one was around, they immediately and cautiously swallowed the last mouthful of soup in their mouths, took the bowl to the kitchen, and ran away.
Considerately leave the two adults with a complete private space that belongs to them alone.
Jian Yangping got his wife's consent and went to implement this matter the next day.
When he held the after-dinner party yesterday, he wrote down the loudest talking employees and got their contact information through the reserved menu.
Jian Yangping knew that not every employee was willing to sell the fabric, but it would never be a bad thing to contact more of them.
As expected, Jian Yangping encountered several setbacks in a row with the first few people he approached. Either they thought Jian Yangping was a liar, or else why would anyone want to spend money to buy these useless cloths that were worthless?
Or maybe he had no intention of selling the fabrics at all and directly rejected Jian Yangping.
Fortunately, what Jian Yangping lacked the least was perseverance, and he wrote down a lot of contact information that night. After he contacted nearly ten people in the whole morning, someone finally agreed around noon.
"The good thing is, the person my father contacted not only agreed to sell me the fabric he had, but he also mobilized everyone in the factory to ask if anyone wanted to sell their fabric for money."
That evening, when Jian Yangping announced the good news to his family, Jian Jiangnan excitedly retorted, "That's great! Some people rejected your proposal before, probably because they didn't know your character or your personality. Having never spent much time with you, Dad, they didn't know you were a trustworthy person. But now you have an insider in the factory. He must be acquaintances with his coworkers, so it's only right for him to step in!"
In this way, Jian Yangping was busy with this matter for the next three or four days and didn't even go to the restaurant once.
However, his hard work also brought good results. Thanks to Jian Yangping's insider in the factory, three days later, Jian Yangping lost 6,000 yuan in cash, but had an additional 2,000 meters of fabric in storage.
Jian Yangping carefully examined every piece of cloth to confirm that it was produced by the Blue Sky Textile Factory and that it was of the best quality. There was no fraud or substandard quality just because it was an employee benefit.
Jian Yangping paced slowly in the temporary warehouse he rented. All around him were rows of huge shelves piled with cloth, but he seemed to be making a difficult decision.
Jian Jianan didn't learn about this decision until the third night, when Jian Yangping sold all the fabrics in the warehouse.
"What? Dad, you sold them all? Didn't you say you wanted to make them all into clothes? Such good fabrics will surely sell well if made into clothes! Why would you just sell them off like that?" Jian Jianan was very puzzled and was asking his father several questions in a row.
Jian Yangping chuckled, "I was originally thinking of making clothes, but then I thought about it and felt that it would be a bit difficult. I can't make so many clothes by myself. This involves the issue of hiring professional tailors, but I can't find one right now. So I thought I might as well sell it. After all, the quality of these fabrics is so good, the scale is so large, the potential and value are huge, no one with a discerning eye would push it out."
Jian Jianan nodded, "I see, so you sold all these fabrics. So how much did you make, Dad?"
Jian Yangping was prepared for this answer. He took out the money from his pocket and put it on the table with a bang.
He raised his head and said proudly, "Twelve thousand!" Compared to the cost, this number is doubled!
This time, even Jian Jianan was surprised: "What! In just a few days, he bought the fabric and sold it again, and made thousands of dollars just by reselling it?"
"Yes, yes." Jian Yangping confirmed his daughter's question. In fact, he was also shocked. He only knew that China's fabric market and textile industry were booming, but he didn't know it had reached this level.
He looked at his daughter's excited face, but was thinking in his heart that he should put that matter on the agenda.
As the days passed, the Chinese New Year was getting closer and closer. In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve. In addition to the annual Burning Tail Banquet at the North-South Hotel, on this year's New Year's Eve, Jian Jianan's family of four followed the annual tradition and gathered together for dinner.
Jian Jianan originally thought that eating would be the last thing for the day. Unexpectedly, Jian Yangping stopped the family from leaving, frowning and thinking about an important announcement.
"Don't leave yet, I have something to tell you."
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