Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

Wang Muzhi smiled and touched the girl's head.

"Be careful, Sister Qin is still watching."

"I'm happy. Can't you be happy? Even Sister Qin praises me for my talent."

Wang Muzhi smiled and said nothing.

Young people in adolescence are like this. They want to let everyone in the world know about their achievements.

Vigor and arrogance coexist, arrogance and positivity come together.

It depends on how adults guide you.

"Okay, our Hongying is the most talented, and she will definitely become a big president and boss in the future."

"What?"

Wang Hongying had never heard of such a word before, and she was immediately confused.

At this moment, Qin Hong came over.

Wu Guo, who was behind, was holding a big box in his hands. He came over and put it neatly on the tricycle, and tied it up directly after three strokes, five divisions and two divisions.

"Sister Qin, what are you doing? Logically speaking, I should be the one giving you something!"

"Why are you so polite to me? Besides, it's just a little snack.

I gave it to Hongying. She helped me sell a few items just now. These are considered as wages. "

"Thank you, Sister Qin, thank you, Brother Guo."

Wang Hongying said hello sweetly, then rushed over and stood guard next to the box like a kitten.

"Sister Qin, Brother Guo, I've cost you a lot of money."

"I'm going to get angry if you say this again. If you feel bad about it, why don't we have a light meal at home in a week?"

"A happy event?"

Wang Muzhi saw the smiles between the Wu couple's eyebrows.

"My brother's child has been admitted to college, and the college admission notice was mailed to my home yesterday, so if I want to have a fun time, you can join us."

"This... seems inconvenient."

Wang Muzhi smiled.

It must be a family banquet, and it will inevitably be a bit embarrassing for me as an outsider to go there.

If not, it may be counterproductive and make everyone unable to eat well.

"Don't think too much. In addition to family members, there are some friends. Brother Zhuang and Chang Xia will be there by then."

"Okay, then I agree. Let me know in advance when the time comes so that I can prepare a gift."

"Ok, deal."

After bidding farewell to the Wu couple, Wang Muzhi and Wang Hongying embarked on their way home.

Wang Hongying was still thinking about her experience as a salesperson. She was curious about what Qin Hong had taken and opened the box.

"ah!"

"what happened?"

Wang Muzhi stopped the car and turned around to look. In addition to various snacks, there were two rolls of cloth in the box.

"This is real silk. I saw it in a department store just now. It's very expensive. How much does it cost for two rolls of cloth like this?"

Wang Hongying looked confused.

Her little mind couldn't calculate the value of these fabrics for a while.

Nothing but a gasp.

Wang Muzhi knew very well that these two rolls of cloth cost about 300 yuan.

It was probably because he was afraid that he wouldn't want it, so he lent it to Hongying as a snack.

Maybe it was Factory Director Hua’s idea?

"This is too expensive. Why don't you give it back to others?"

Wang Hongying had never experienced this kind of thing. Her eyes were clearly shining with love, but she still held back her words.

"Yes, a child can be taught how to resist temptation."

Wang Muzhi got on the car and continued walking home, not forgetting to turn his head and warn him.

"But remember, since they didn't tell us about the two rolls of cloth in person, it means they don't want us to know.

So if we go back now it will only make people uncomfortable.

And the value your brother and I have created for them is far greater than these two rolls of cloth, so it doesn't matter if you accept it, do you understand? "

Wang Hongying seemed to understand.

She suddenly felt that what Wang Muzhi said was very profound, but it sounded very reasonable.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't understand. Take it back and let mom make clothes for you."

"No, Mom is pretty good at other needlework.

But when it comes to clothes-making skills, it must be our eldest cousin, Wang Xue. "

Speaking of the eldest cousin, Wang Muzhi remembered that he and Factory Director Hua had asked for a quota.

So he told Wang Hongying about this.

Wang Hongying automatically omitted the process of how to obtain a quota, but said happily.

"So, someone in our family is going to work in a textile factory?"

"Of course, who do you think my quota is for?"

“Maybe you plan to give me a favor, that’s not bad either.

Anyway, it is better to work in a textile factory than to work in the world. "

Wang Muzhi shook his head and looked at Wang Hongying with a smile, "Yingzi, working in a textile factory is a guaranteed job, aren't you interested?"

"Tch, I don't want to go."

Wang Hongying immediately shook her head like a rattle.

"I have decided now that I am going to learn business from you.

You have no idea how wonderful it feels when a customer hands their money to you! "

"I like doing business so much. By the way, when you go back, tell me about that...what is it called?"

"economy."

"Yes! It's the economy."

Seeing that Wang Hongying was so serious about doing business, Wang Muzhi readily agreed.

The two siblings were silent for a while.

Sudden.

"Boom!"

Wang Mu was then punched hard, and a roar was heard.

"Wang Muzhi, you don't want to give the quota to that widow, do you? Because the relationship between you two is still unresolved, and since you can't marry her, you want to give her some compensation?

I tell you, there are no doors! "

Wang Muzhi held his forehead.

Helpless smile.

Yingzi.

How on earth is your little brain so long that you can think of such a fresh and refined plot.

"Say it quickly, right?"

"You're overthinking it. I plan to give this spot to my eldest cousin."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Hongying immediately became quiet, with a look of guilt in her eyes.

"If you have a conscience, you should give it to the eldest cousin.

Our family is living a good life now, so we should help our eldest cousin. "

Finally no longer entangled on this issue, the two quickly returned home.

After unloading everything, Wang Muzhi hurried to his new home.

The outlines of the new house are already there.

Although it is not as large as the large villas and flat floors he owned in his previous life, it is of great significance to Wang Muzhi.

This is not only the beginning of his and Enhui's family, but also the beginning of his career.

"Muzhi, you brat, come here."

As soon as he arrived, a familiar voice sounded.

A group of people looked over immediately. Wang Muzhi blushed a little, but still raised his hand to say hello.

"Okay Dad."

Only when I ran over did I realize that there was not enough cement.

Nowadays, most of the houses built in the village are cave dwellings.

Few people built brick houses, and few used steel and concrete, so Wang Jiefang suddenly had a problem. There was not enough cement.

“You brat, try to get some cement.

Your house uses too much cement, and you need at least eight bags. "

"Here comes the cement!"

Before Wang Muzhi could speak, someone not far away howled.

I saw Li Lizheng pushing a wheelbarrow towards this side. There were three bags of cement piled on the wheelbarrow, which looked particularly strenuous.

It made him look disgraced.

"Brother Mu, there are enough cement pipes.

I found a friend from the cement factory and worked hard to get ten bags. I will get some today, and I will bring the rest tomorrow. "

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll pay you tomorrow."

"How can I ask for money for this little thing? I will give it to Brother Mu Zhi."

Wang Jiefang blew out a puff of smoke and shouted angrily.

"No, you have to give money. Please settle the accounts clearly, brother. You must give what is due."

Wang Muzhi immediately settled the bill for Li Li on the spot.

He turned around and looked at his father "flatteringly".

"Dad, let's go home and eat. Take care of yourself."

"Get out of here, there's nothing wrong with my body...ahem."

Wang Jiefang coughed violently as soon as he finished speaking. He stopped insisting and followed Wang Muzhi back home.