Chapter 63 It turns out that I am the second generation of rich people

Author: Riding an ant to the market

Chapter 63 It turns out that I am the second generation of rich people

The fat old man didn't care about Han Xiaokang, who looked sulky.

Instead, he leaned down and took out a bunch of keys from the small cabinet behind the counter.

Then he walked around the counter and said three words: "Follow me."

Han Xiaokang, who was confused, followed the fat old man out of the store and walked about 20 meters on the street.

Then turned into an alley called "Douban Factory".

Han Xiaokang couldn't help but ask, "Old comrade, you don't even keep your store anymore?"

"Keep an eye on Jiaoba, that's a state-owned store, who would not be smart enough to steal the pots and pans inside?"

The fat old man was obviously angry, "If it were my own store in the past, I would be able to watch it until the moon came out. Now? Now I'll watch it like a banana!"

Ask along the way.

Finally, Han Xiaokang figured out why the old man was inexplicably angry:

It turns out that the supply and marketing cooperative's miscellaneous store just now was the ancestral business of this fat old man's family.

Later, after the public-private partnership.

In the beginning, the old man was still guarding the store, but the supply and marketing cooperative sent an employee over to assist him in running the store.

Until now,

The old man no longer has any shares in the store.

And his identity has also changed from a "joint venture shareholder" to a salaried employee of a supply and marketing cooperative.

No wonder he has so much anger in his belly, he's like a scumbag

Han Xiaokang couldn't help but ask, "Old comrade, do you know my father?"

"It's such a big place, who doesn't know anyone?"

The fat old man walked to the door of a courtyard wall made of thin blue brick air-conditioning, which seemed to be quite large.

Take out the key and open the door.

He also said: "In the past, your father was in charge of making bean paste, vinegar, and soybean oil. I sold them in stores for him. Your father and I have been working together for so many years. Don't you know each other?"

It turns out that this old man in front of me is.

His family used to run a ceramics store, selling bottles, jars, porcelain bowls and pots.

He can be considered a small businessman.

My father opened a brewing workshop and only focused on production.

As for the sales, the brewing workshop didn't care, and gave all the wholesale prices to the old man in front of him, letting him be responsible for sales.

The relationship between my father and the fat old man in this life is a mutually beneficial and win-win cooperation.

Later, my father ran away.

And the old man in front of me was also included.

But the friendship they formed in the past is still there.

So when the fat old man saw Han Xiaokang's familiar yet unfamiliar face, he guessed that he was the descendant of his old friend.

Wait until the fat old man opens the rickety wooden door.

Then he pointed toward the yard, which occupies a large area, and said, "Just move as many pottery jars as you want!"

If you feel so angry, you can just hit it a few times! We don’t want anything else, we just want to make a noise."

Han Xiaokang stretched out his head and took a look: What a guy!

I saw many rows of large pottery jars in the middle of the yard, which was overgrown with weeds and extremely messy!

As a rough estimate, it won't be less than 200 if not 300.

The yard is at the back and there is a workshop.

A small piece of tiles on the roof fell off in the east and a large piece in the west.

This made the place that looked like a workshop look extremely dilapidated, making people feel desolate just looking at it.

There were huge iron pots used for cooking things, but it was a pity that these pots had long been dismantled and used for making steel.

There are still many stone mortars on the ground used for grinding peppers and pounding broad beans, and the pedals used for pounding hammers have long been rotten and tattered.

Anyway, standing at the entrance of this courtyard,

It will only give people a feeling: dilapidated and desolate.

But judging from its scale, one can still imagine the bustling and bustling scene here in the past:

Countless strong, shirtless men all shouted, "Brothers and lads! Don't save your energy. Hey!"

Hurry up and fuck him!!

Earn money, eat white rice, and marry your mother-in-law. Haha!!!"

Shaking his head, Han Xiaokang threw the illusion in his mind into the hay pile under the courtyard wall.

As for the fat old man next to him, when he saw this scene in the yard, he was probably thinking a lot and was very sad.

I saw that he no longer looked as resentful as before.

Instead, he sighed slightly, then turned around with his back arched and left slowly, "You can choose whatever you want, just lock the door when you leave."

My father, the brewery he previously ran was a public-private partnership for 2 or 3 years.

Later, I don’t know where he heard the news, and he ran away!

It is said that he even took someone else’s sister-in-law with him!!

The cooperators have left, but the supply and marketing cooperative must continue to do business.

At the beginning, the supply and marketing cooperative planned to renovate the brewing workshop so that it could continue to produce bean paste, vinegar, and soy sauce.

after that,

Because productivity has been liberated, everyone's life has become much better.

The dilapidated workshop in front of us has long been unable to meet the daily needs of the masses.

Therefore, the supply and marketing cooperative built a larger and more modern brewery.

At this point, this old workshop was completely abandoned.

According to the original memory,

Han Xiaokang still vaguely remembered how when he was a child, he always liked to come here to play.

It's just that fat old man, he is actually responsible for sales for his father?

For this,

At that time, my original body was still young, and I was busy studying and practicing martial arts every day.

At that time, Han Xiaokang didn't care about these things at all.

So I don’t know about the fat old man’s relationship with his father.

It’s all over!

In this vast land, who is responsible for the ups and downs?

Whichever mountain you reach, you have to sing the song of that mountain, so Han Xiaokang doesn't want to worry about these things.

Entering the courtyard,

When he opened the rotten bamboo cover on a large pottery jar, he saw that the pottery jar was empty.

All that's left is sparse, with a few rotten bamboo pieces inside.

Han Xiaokang picked up a handful of dogtail grass from under the courtyard wall and simply painted the inside of the pottery jar.

Then return to the gate and bolt the door.

Then return to the big vat, use your mind to put it in the Fengchao cabinet.

These things are actually the property of the old Han family.

If you come to take your own things now, it does not count as taking advantage of the public.

So Han Xiaokang was naturally not polite.

After directly moving seven large tanks, he clapped his hands and turned around and walked out of the yard.

Just lock the door for it.

Then he hurried home.
To be continued...