Chapter 27
For a fleeting moment, Lu Shi felt a sense of relief, relieved that Fu Le had chosen her, which gave him the opportunity to start over. Otherwise, with her abilities and skills, anyone could have built the company, and her products would have had a near 100% customer return rate.
"Use this 10,000 to buy yourself an apartment as a reward for your good performance. Living in a clean and comfortable house is good for you. The remaining 49 can be used for company operations, accounting, and administration. You can't manage everything by yourself."
"I earn five thousand a month, and you're giving me a house as a reward? Do you have nowhere to spend your money?" Lu Shi was speechless at Fu Le's extravagant spending.
"For Brother Lu only." Fu Le stood up and straightened his coat. "Buy the factory and warehouse as well. If you don't have enough money, wait another month."
"That's enough. I've already looked at several places, and the prices aren't high. Our Lion City is poor; nothing is worth much." Lu Shi completely ignored Fu Le's "only for Brother Lu." This brat was just too sentimental. He hated sentimentality; it made him lose face.
"I'm leaving, Brother Lu. I've moved everything out of the warehouse. Here's the key. Oh, and about the near-expiry medicine, Brother Lu, please get it done as soon as possible."
Lu Shi took the keys that Fu Le tossed to him, nodded, and got up to see Fu Le off.
"Don't bother sending it anymore. Oh, right, Brother Lu, buy a motorcycle, a truck, and a van. If you don't have enough money, just tell me. You can use the motorcycle, and you can put the van and truck in the company name."
Lu Shi: ...
Are you in a hurry?
"I'm in a hurry to buy medicine, nothing else, Brother Lu, you arrange it, I'll just give instructions. Hehe, let's go."
Watching Fu Le ride his bicycle and disappear around the corner, Lu Shi smiled and shook his head, completely unaware that he hadn't been trapped in nightmares for a long time.
Turning around, he saw a face he loathed. "What are you doing here?!"
night.
"Building a house? Really?" Fu Le was surprised that his parents would suddenly bring up the topic of building a house at the dinner table. It had only been two months, and they already had the money to build a house?
"Who builds a house with money piling up? I have 30,000 yuan in my pocket now. The house will take three months to build. I'll borrow a little more, and I'll pay it off in a few months. That's enough." This was the decision that Aunt Fu made. She was fed up with the cold winters and hot summers in her house, and she hated the kitchen that had been leaking rainwater for more than ten years. She also hated the dilapidated walls in the backyard. In short, she could tolerate it when she didn't have money, but now that she had money, she couldn't tolerate anything.
"Okay, if you want to build it, then build it." Old Fu didn't think much of it. "I'll get the materials on credit, as long as you pay the wages in full."
"How many stories will our house have? Will we use precast concrete slabs?"
"Let's put it on both sides, and add a side room to serve as a kitchen..."
"Dad, I'll ask my teacher for help with the house plans (she wants to find someone to draw them herself, incorporating elements she's seen in modern design, keeping it simple, elegant, and well-designed). You designed our old house, didn't you? Not a single part is normal. The east-facing area is where the owner lives, a place of auspicious energy and wealth. But you turned it into a toilet, a pigsty, and a bathroom, completely suppressing the wealth corner and ruining all the positive energy. As for the workers, my classmate's family does that; I'll find them..."
“You’re just a kid, what do you know? You need to find workers from the village, otherwise how will our family get along with people in the future? The location of the old house wasn’t decided by me, it was your Uncle Jiang.”
"Which Uncle Jiang?" If this person didn't have his own ulterior motives when building the house, she would cut off her head and give it to him.
"He's the head of the town's police station now, doing really well. We even had dinner together a few days ago." Of course, they've broken off relations, but that can't be said.
Fu Le's lips curled into a cold smile. "Is his master bedroom also on the west side?"
"No, it's in the east. I've been there," Old Fu said casually, taking a sip of his drink.
Aunt Fu: "Girl, don't be angry. Your dad is a fool. He treated people as friends, but they tried every means to kill him."
"What are you saying? Jiang Tong only charged us half of their wages. You knew that back then. Why are you still gossiping about them? You're the kind of person who has no conscience." Old Fu glanced at his wife, disliking her accusing his friend like this. He had seen how hard Jiang Tong had worked and even charged less for their labor.
Fu Le listened quietly, the frustration in his heart almost making him choke.
What a flurry of activity! And what a 50% pay cut! These tactics are truly something else. A smile hiding a dagger, a poisoned apple—that's Jiangxi Copper for you.
Qi Hua rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to Lao Fu. Over the years, if he hadn't trusted his friends, Lao Fu wouldn't have lost all his assets and would be in debt.
"Mom, you keep a close eye on the house. Let Dad handle the paperwork. Don't let him get involved in anything else."
Old Fu paused, chopsticks in his hand. "What, are you trying to rebel against me? This family isn't for a kid like you to make the decisions."
"If you didn't gamble and didn't trust your friends so easily, our family wouldn't have ended up like this. My mother has been the one supporting the whole family. What have you done? You've been gambling!" All the resentment and grievances from her past and present lives suddenly overwhelmed her. Fu Le thought about what would happen in the future, and her eyes reddened. "Mom, I'm going upstairs."
"Stop right there! Fu Le, have you gone too far? You've defied the heavens! I'm your father!! You chased away my friend last time, and now you're even cursing your old man! You've really gone too far!! I may not be making money now, but when you were little, you were sick all the time, and every time it was my money! What you ate and drank, wasn't it all provided by me? You only see your mother making money these past few years, but don't you think that without my money, you wouldn't even have this shabby house you live in now!! Back then..." Old Fu put his hands on his hips, panting heavily with anger. He was furious at his child's rebellion, and also at the embarrassment of being criticized by his child for his own lack of success over the years. In short, by the end, he was red-faced and his neck was thick with anger, but even so, he didn't think of hitting him.
“Fu Le! Get up there! Who told you to say that to your father? You’ve hurt his feelings, you…” Qi Hua stepped forward and grabbed her husband’s arm, angrily rebuking Fu Le for his words and actions.
Fu Le rushed upstairs in tears, not wanting to say a word, hugging the quilt and soaking it with her tears.
None of the three members of their family lived to a ripe old age and died peacefully; each one met a more tragic end than the last.
Although she didn't want to believe in feng shui, it was still a discipline. If these things didn't exist, universities wouldn't have established such courses. The facts prove they are useful; even the country believes in them, doesn't it? Jiang Tong, then, is utterly despicable!
When she gets the chance, she will definitely get her revenge, she absolutely will!!
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