boyutpedia Chapter 372: Uncle’s approval
Chapter 372: Uncle’s approval
Afterwards, the two visited several more stalls. The owners were all very easy to talk to, and they sold out of the plastic bags for both backpacks in less than a morning, and then went to get some more.
Around 4 p.m., the four met at the entrance of Fudan University as agreed.
Tu Nan plopped down on a wooden bench in the school basketball court, and seeing that Xiao Ting and Dong Zhe's backpacks were both empty, everyone smiled happily.
"Dongzhe, what's wrong with your brain?" Tu Nan reached out and patted Lin Dongzhe on the shoulder.
"How did you come up with such a brilliant way to make money?"
Lin Dongzhe scratched his head. "Brother, I can't stay still, I love to wander around. A few days ago at the train station, I saw a lot of business travelers looking for plastic bags to use as gift bags. That scene gave me a sudden inspiration, and I wondered if we could start this business. What do you think, brother, isn't this a good idea? Pengfei, we definitely have to make this plastic bag business bigger and stronger in the future!"
Tu Nan crossed his arms over his chest. "Just a few words of praise and you're already getting cocky! Even though you and Xiao Ting are dating, you, I'm talking to you, Lin Dongzhe, don't you dare use the opportunity of going out to sell plastic bags with Xiao Ting to touch her inappropriately. If I find out, watch out, my iron fists won't let you off easy!"
Lin Dongzhe, understanding the implication, grinned broadly and nodded quickly, realizing his brother-in-law had approved of him. "Yes, brother-in-law, second brother-in-law! I'll definitely behave properly."
Tu Nan sighed, "Even if I don't want to accept it, I have to."
These past two days, he's watched helplessly as his sister and Dongzhe became inseparable, so close they were practically one person, impossible to separate even if you kicked them.
He would rather cut her open with a knife than let her get hurt.
Even though he wasn't too happy about it at first, he couldn't resist the fact that his sister liked Lin Dongzhe.
As long as Lin Dongzhe doesn't do anything out of line, their relationship is tacitly accepted.
Pengfei sat down next to Tu Nan. "Brother, your school is very close to Fudan University. You can come and visit sometime."
Lin Dongzhe panicked upon hearing this and grabbed Pengfei's neck. "Brother, don't listen to Pengfei. You and Sister Wanshu barely have time to see each other, and you only get one day off a week. You should spend more time with Sister Wanshu."
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As Lin Dongzhe said, plastic bags are very popular in the clothing market.
Tu Nan and Peng Fei were counting their earnings for the day in a corner of the school.
After a busy day, I actually made 206 yuan after deducting costs.
Tu Nan excitedly divided the money in two and handed one portion to Pengfei. "Pengfei, one hundred and three each! That's more than my dad's monthly salary! Lin Dongzhe, that kid, his mind works like a rocket! His idea is brilliant!"
Pengfei clutched the money in his hand, thinking to himself: I'll come here every Sunday to sell plastic bags from now on.
Shanghai has two prime locations for clothing sales: Qipu Road and Huating Road. These streets have a large daily flow of customers and numerous stalls. By making more trips, you can earn more money.
He wanted to buy his dad a new pair of rubber shoes so that his dad would be more comfortable when he was working; and he also wanted to buy his mom a warm down jacket.
My uncle's briefcase has been used for many years and has some cracks, so I need to get him a new one; I also need to buy my aunt a fashionable cashmere sweater. There are also gifts for Xiaoting and Dongzhe, and if Tu Nan gets married at the end of the year, I'll have to give him a big red envelope—all of this will cost money.
Thinking of this, Pengfei patted his chest. "Xiaoting, Dongzhe, you've made quite a bit of money today, I'll treat you to a meal!"
Lin Dongzhe's eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly. "Pengfei's treating, I absolutely have to go!"
To their surprise, the business was short-lived, with the plastic bag business lasting less than two and a half months.
There's also news about what Zhuang Chaoying asked A-Quan to do.
Ah Quan is known in the underworld as the most reliable person, Wang Anquan. His network of connections is as wide as a spider web, and he can always easily solve any problem, whether it's a thorny issue or obscure news.
With Ah Quan's emotional intelligence, it would be a waste if he didn't work in sales, so when the factory said they needed to hire a sales manager, they immediately recommended Ah Quan.
A few days later, A-Quan followed Lin Gong directly to his door. Jinku Village is right by Jinji Lake. He asked someone to arrange two two-story houses for the two brothers.
Lin Wufeng stood at the door, knocked, and looked inside.
Lin Wufeng smiled and stepped aside to let A-Quan see. "Teacher Zhuang, look who I brought."
Ah Quan was dressed very fashionably, wearing flared jeans, pointed leather shoes, a perm, sunglasses, a leather jacket, and a small leather bag tucked under his arm.
Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling came out of the house when they heard the noise and saw A-Quan dressed like this.
"Brother Zhuang, Sister Ling, what do you think of my outfit?"
Seeing Ah Quan's outfit, Huang Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Ah Quan, how can you see where you're going at night wearing those sunglasses? Don't trip and fall. Come on in, Lin Gong, Ah Quan, come in and sit down."
Lin Wufeng smiled and waved his hand. "I've delivered her. Song Ying is waiting for me at home, so I won't come in." He then waved and walked across the hall.
Zhuang Chaoying walked straight over, took the sunglasses off his face, and patted his arm.
"Ah Quan, you're supposed to be a sales manager, isn't this outfit a bit... unprofessional?"
Ah Quan chuckled and casually tossed his hair.
"Brother Zhuang, Sister Ling, I'm just going back to Suzhou these past two days to pamper myself. I'm usually very proper, you know. Besides, I'm taking a car, so I don't need to pay attention to the road."
"Brother Zhuang, Sister Ling, I have some good news! Do you want to know?" Then he cleared his throat. "I'm a little thirsty."
Huang Ling couldn't help but laugh when she looked at A-Quan. This A-Quan was so interesting; most people couldn't handle his charm.
"Tea or orange juice?"
"Sister Ling, of course it's orange juice."
Zhuang Chaoying and A-Quan sat on the sofa. Huang Ling took a bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator, opened it, and handed it to them.
"Sister Ling, thank you. I can get out of there myself."
Ah Quan took a sip of orange juice to moisten his throat, and then continued.
"Look at my mouth, I can't stop talking about these things! Anyway, we've got some ideas about the houses. These two houses were built in 1980. The two brothers plan to go to Taiwan to stay with their father, who secretly went there in 1949. There's no use for the houses, so they want to exchange them for some cash to take with them."
I heard that this old man used to be a landlord. He left with his concubine, leaving behind his first wife and two sons. But the old man himself became useless and couldn't have any children after so many years in Taiwan. Now that both sides have opened up, he wants his two sons to go there. Otherwise, all his wealth would have been wasted.
If you ask me, it's always good to leave room for future encounters. I reckon the old man must have left his two sons a considerable fortune; otherwise, how could they have built two small houses so early? If I had such a wealthy father, I definitely would have gone without hesitation.
Seeing how happy he was, Zhuang Chaoying couldn't help but remind him.
"Ah Quan, we've gone off-topic."
"Brother Zhuang, once I start talking about these things, I just can't stop. Anyway, these two brothers are in a hurry to get rid of their properties, and their asking price is quite reasonable. I've seen the houses, and the paperwork is all in order. One house is 13,000 yuan, and two houses are 26,000 yuan. I have a close friend in the village collective, and I've arranged everything there—signing agreements, getting official seals—a one-stop service!"
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