Chapter 1108 Ten Millionaires

In January 1986, it seemed to be colder than in previous years. The cotton spinning factory that had stopped paying wages for two months finally paid wages before the New Year. However, the New Year's fee was not available. Instead, each employee was given a few military green coins. of cloth.

Song Ying and Huang Ling rode a bicycle back to the courtyard.

"Well, I don't know what's going on now. Even wages can't be paid on time. Do you think our factory will be contracted out to private individuals like the plastic factory?" Huang Ling said worriedly.

Song Ying's hand holding the bicycle handle was a little stiff: "No way? The plastic factory is losing money every year. Our factory's production tasks are so full, how could it be contracted to private individuals? What happened?"

"That's right. Our factory has thousands of employees, but the plastic factory only has 100 people. We have to find a place to relocate them, right?"

The two of them said this, but they couldn't help but feel a little worried in their hearts. After all, TV and newspapers are now full of terms such as joint-stock reform and contracting system.

The iron rice bowl that everyone once envied has been criticized as useless and a stumbling block to social development.

After parking their bicycles, Song Ying and Huang Ling went back to the house to wash up, and then met again in the kitchen.

"Did Tunan say when you would be back?" Song Ying asked while washing vegetables.

Huang Ling sighed: "He said he would wait until the 28th to come back. He taught a student and it would only be a month until the 28th."

"Tunan is now earning a living. Not only does he not need you to provide living expenses, but he can also subsidize you a little." Song Ying praised.

Huang Ling shook her head: "Yes, otherwise, if our factory stops paying wages from time to time, I really can't bear it alone."

Since her divorce from Zhuang Chaoying, Huang Ling has never taken a penny from him. Even when Zhuang Chaoying took the initiative to give Zhuang Xiaoting money, Huang Ling would pay it back afterwards. She wanted to completely cut off all relations with the banker to save Zhuang the time. Zhuang Nai once again took the moral high ground to disgust her.

"By the way, where is Haozi? Did you say how he gets along with Li Jia's parents?" Huang Ling used gossip to change the topic.

Song Ying raised her chin proudly: "Haozi said, we get along very well, especially the future mother-in-law is very satisfied with him."

"But to be honest, our Haozi really has nothing to say. He is tall, handsome, famous, and earns a lot..."

"That's true. Haozi's conditions were more than enough for a princess in ancient times."

While the two were talking, they heard a chaotic sound outside the small courtyard. Song Ying and Huang Ling quickly put down what they were doing. When they went out, they found that Lin Dongzhe and Zhuang Xiaoting were followed by a group of children in the alley, each of them holding a Carrying wooden sticks and brooms.

"Lin Dongzhe, what's going on? Who are you fighting with again?" Song Ying's face suddenly fell. Although Lin Dongzhe's academic performance has improved, she has many things to worry about. She is either fighting with someone or being beaten while watching the video. Grasp.

Zhuang Xiaoting quickly explained: "Aunt Song, Lin Dongzhe was not fighting with anyone, but there were some hooligans following me. Lin Dongzhe and the others drove the hooligans away for me."

When Song Ying heard that she had mistakenly blamed her son, she quickly apologized and said that she could add a hard dish to him in the evening.

Huang Ling nervously pulled Zhuang Xiaoting to her side: "Xiaoting, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just..." Zhuang Xiaoting hesitated to speak.

Huang Ling suddenly became nervous again: "What is it?"

"When I was being followed by hooligans, Aunt Wang next door saw it, but she ignored me. It was Grandpa Li who saw me and asked me to hide in the small shop. Those hooligans didn't dare to go in. Later, when Lin Dongzhe saw it, he Tell Xiaojun and the others to drive away those hooligans."

After Zhuang Xiaoting finished speaking, Song Ying was already furious before Huang Ling said anything.

"What's going on with Wang Fang? She doesn't care about others. She doesn't care about Xiaoting being followed by a gangster. It's a shame that we gave up three square meters to build a house for her. Our conscience is being eaten by dogs."

Song Ying shouted at the top of her voice, not afraid that Wang Fang in the next courtyard would hear her.

Huang Ling patted her daughter on the back and comforted her: "It's okay. Don't go alone after school next year. Wait for Lin Dongzhe to be with you."

"But, the school is looking for puppy love and does not allow men and women to go to and from school together..." Zhuang Xiaoting said worriedly.

"It's okay. I'll tell your teacher about the situation later. Safety comes first. Your teacher will agree."

"oh."

Then Huang Ling went home and took a handful of candies and snacks and distributed them to the children who helped: "Thank you very much this time. You are all good children. Take it quickly."

After the children distributed the snacks, they dispersed and went home to eat.

Just when Song Ying was preparing the meal and Lin Wufeng returned home and was about to eat, he heard another bustle in the alley.

Lin Dongzhe was a lively person by nature, so he ran out in a flash and came back excitedly carrying a suitcase not long after.

"Mom and Dad, Brother Hao is back."

Song Ying hugged Qin Hao, who hurried back, and greeted him for a while. Finally, Lin Wufeng reminded the dishes that they would get cold if they were not eaten, so Song Ying went to get Qin Hao's bowls and chopsticks.

After sitting down, before Qin Hao could take a bite of rice, Song Ying couldn't wait to ask: "Haozi, why didn't Xiao Li come back with you?"

"Aunt Song, you are too impatient. It's not easy for her parents and younger brother to be reunited, so why not break her up?" Qin Hao replied with a smile.

Song Ying thought so too.

Lin Wufeng reminded: "Okay, if you have any questions, wait until Haozi finishes eating before asking."

"Yes, eat more vegetables."

After eating and drinking, Qin Hao briefly told what happened during his time in Shanghai.

In order to cultivate Li Jia's brother's self-care ability, Qin Hao took Li Wen to another house he bought under the pretext of tutoring him. In addition to tutoring every day, Li Wen did all the housework.

At first, Li Jia's parents were a little worried, but after Qin Hao tutored Li Wen for a few days, Li Wen's grades improved, and they agreed.

The house Qin Hao bought was a small western-style house. In order to completely obtain the property rights of this small western-style house, he also dealt with five families, and spent almost 500,000 yuan. However, this 500,000 yuan was nothing to Qin Hao. Last year, the dividends of "Bubugao" were more than 3 million yuan, and such a small western-style house would be worth hundreds of millions in 30 years, so it would not be a loss to buy it.

When they learned that Qin Hao bought a house in Shanghai, Lin Wufeng and Song Ying were a little surprised.

"Haozi, you are a college student, and your unit will definitely give priority to the distribution of houses after graduation. Isn't it a bit too wasteful to buy it yourself?"

In Song Ying's view, the unit will distribute the house sooner or later, and it is not cost-effective to buy a house.

Qin Hao was happy: "Auntie Song, let's not talk about whether the company will give me a house after I graduate. Even if they do, it can only meet basic living needs. Just like our small courtyard, a room only has 30 to 40 square meters. The small western-style building I bought has three floors, which adds up to more than 200 square meters. You will definitely like it if you see it."

"Such a big house?" Song Ying opened her mouth so wide that an apple could be stuffed in it.

Lin Wufeng was also shocked: "It must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"Well, it cost 500,000 yuan."

"How much? 500,000 yuan?"

Song Ying and Lin Wufeng were speechless.

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Aunt Song, Uncle Lin, you may not know that last year, Bubugao's profit was more than 20 million. I discussed with my second uncle and took out more than 15 million to continue to expand the scale, and only distributed 5 million."

"The two points mentioned before should have been deposited into your account. You can check it later."

Song Ying asked Lin Wufeng blankly, "How much are two points of 5 million?"

"One... one hundred thousand?" Lin Wufeng was also shocked by this number.

After coming to their senses, Song Ying and Lin Wufeng regretted it again, and Qin Hao looked at Lin Dongzhe and said, "If you don't take it, I will give it to Lin Dongzhe."

Lin Dongzhe immediately hugged Qin Hao's thighs when he heard it: "Brother Hao, I love you to death."

"You wish, why do you want so much money." Song Ying grabbed Lin Dongzhe's ears and taught him a lesson.

"Can I save money to marry a wife?"

"Marry you, you just entered the first year of high school, why marry a wife..."

Lin Wufeng knew that Qin Hao could really give 100,000 yuan to Lin Dongzhe, so he had to compromise: "We will take it this year, and you are not allowed to give it again next year. This 100,000 yuan is already a lot."

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Qin Hao perfunctorily said: "It's not certain whether we can make money next year."

Lin Wufeng's mouth twitched. 100,000 yuan, his current monthly salary is more than 80 yuan, which is less than 1,000 yuan a year. He would have to save 100 years without eating or drinking.

At night, Song Ying and Lin Wufeng couldn't sleep, and they tossed and turned in bed like pancakes.

"Wufeng, take your passbook to the bank tomorrow... Forget it, I'll go with you."

The couple were both dizzy by the huge sum of money.

Song Ying took the passbook and counted the last deposit record on it. There was only 3675.46 yuan, which was not even a fraction compared to 100,000 yuan.

"Wu Feng, if we don't work from next year, will this 100,000 yuan be enough for our retirement?" Song Ying counted several times and suddenly said.

Lin Wufeng was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said, "After hearing what you said, I am a little uninterested in going to work."

"Is the factory that Haozi and your brother jointly opened really that profitable? They made tens of millions a year. Nothing will happen, right?" Song Ying was a little worried again.

"No, since the Southern Tour Speech was published in the newspaper, the tone has basically been set, and the path of reform and opening up will not change."

Lin Wufeng paused here: "Didn't I go to the Canton Fair some time ago?"

"Yeah."

"You will know if you have been there. The business atmosphere is so strong. Everyone is racking their brains to think about how to make money. It's okay, you don't have to worry."

After listening to Lin Wufeng, Song Ying finally felt relieved and went to sleep.

The next morning, after breakfast, Song Ying didn't even have time to wash the dishes, and went to the bank with Lin Wufeng.

When she saw that the number on the passbook really turned into six decimal places, Song Ying suddenly felt unreal.

"Wu Feng, can we buy whatever we want and eat whatever we want now?"

Lin Wu Feng whispered: "Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

Song Ying held the passbook: "I want to keep a low profile, but this number keeps jumping on my mind."

"Shh, this is not far from the cotton mill, be careful not to be heard by colleagues."

Song Ying then carefully put away the passbook.

At the same time, Qin Hao was strolling in Guanqian Street with Lin Dongzhe, Zhuang Xiaoting and Xiang Pengfei. This year, Xiang Pengfei did not return to Guizhou for the New Year, mainly because he failed the final exam again. Zhuang Hualin asked him to review with Zhuang Xiaoting during the winter vacation.

Of course, it is impossible for Xiang Pengfei to review. He doesn't have to go back to Guizhou and his parents are not watching him. He can have fun. He often drives a car with the driver Lao Qian. According to him, Lao Qian has taught him how to drive. It's just that he is too young, otherwise he can get a driver's license and drive a bus.

Listening to Xiang Pengfei chattering about all kinds of strange things he encountered while driving, Qin Hao secretly laughed. Xiang Pengfei can always remember everything that is not related to study.

"Pengfei, have you ever thought about what you are going to do if you fail to get into college?"

Xiang Pengfei scratched his head: "I haven't thought about this yet. Anyway, learn a skill first. Uncle Qian said that many skills are good. If you make a living with skills, you will never starve."

Zhuang Xiaoting couldn't help complaining: "Then your aunt asked you to study hard, get into a good university, and get a job directly after graduation. Why didn't you listen?"

"I'm not like you. I'm not destined to study." Xiang Pengfei was a little embarrassed.

Qin Hao patted Xiang Pengfei on the shoulder: "If you really can't pass the exam, come to me and I'll arrange a job for you."

"Brother Hao, is that true?"

Zhuang Xiaoting widened her eyes: "Brother Hao, you'll make him even less willing to go to school if you say that."

"It's as if Pengfei will study hard without me saying anything." Qin Hao spread his hands, making Lin Dongzhe laugh.

Zhuang Xiaoting and Xiang Pengfei also laughed.

Just when Qin Hao and his group walked to a time-honored pastry shop, a group of young people came over.

Seeing this, Lin Dongzhe yelled, "It's the little hooligans who blocked Xiaoting at the alley that day."

The tall little hooligan in the lead walked up to Lin Dongzhe with a sinister smile: "Boy, I said that sooner or later you will fall into my hands."

"Fuck you." Lin Dongzhe took advantage of the little hooligan's complacency and kicked him in the crotch, then pulled Zhuang Xiaoting into the crowd, while shouting, "Brother Hao, Pengfei, run!"

"Damn it, kill them for me!"

The little hooligan covered his crotch, his face turned green, and with a roar, the little hooligans surrounded the four people.

Lin Dongzhe's movements were already very fast, but unfortunately there were too many people on the other side, and he and Zhuang Xiaoting were still blocked.

Just as he was thinking about how to get Zhuang Xiaoting out, a series of screams came from the crowd.

"Damn it, this kid knows kung fu, don't worry about them, come and help."

The little hooligans surrounding Lin Dongzhe rushed back after hearing this, and there was another scream.

When Lin Dongzhe settled Zhuang Xiaoting and ran back to support Qin Hao and Xiang Pengfei, he saw the gang of hooligans lying on the ground.

"Brother Hao, did you do this?"

Xiang Pengfei swallowed his saliva: "It wasn't us, it was Brother Hao, I didn't move."