January 1986 seemed to be colder than in previous years. The cotton mill, which had stopped paying two months of salary, finally paid the salary before the New Year, but the New Year's fee was gone, so they gave each employee a few pieces of military green cloth.

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

"Oh, I don't know what's going on now. I can't even pay the salary on time. You said that our factory wouldn't be contracted to private individuals like the plastic factory, right?" 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 has so much production tasks. How could it be contracted to private individuals? What did it become?"

"That's right, there are thousands of employees in our factory, and only one hundred people in the plastic factory. We have to find a place to settle it, right?"

The two of them said this, but they couldn't help but feel a little worried. After all, TV and newspapers are now full of terms such as shareholding reform and contracting.

The iron rice bowl that everyone once envied was criticized for being useless and was said to be a stumbling block that hindered social development.

After parking the bicycle, Song Ying and Huang Ling went back to the house to wash, and then met in the kitchen.

"Did Tunan say when will he come back?" Song Ying asked while washing vegetables.

Huang Ling sighed: "I said I would wait for the day of the 28th to come back. He taught a student and it will not be a month until the 28th."

"Tunan is now promising. Not only do you not need to pay for living expenses, but you can also subsidize you a little more often." Song Ying praised.

Huang Ling shook her head: "Yes, otherwise I can't stand it if I stop paying wages from time to time like our factory."

Since she divorced Zhuang Chaoying, Huang Ling has never taken a penny from him. Even Zhuang Chaoying took the initiative to give Zhuang Xiaoting money, Huang Ling would return it afterwards. She wanted to completely cut off all relations with the banker, so as to save time Zhuang and his grandmother stood at the moral high ground to disgust her.

"By the way, where is Haozi? Have you ever said how he got 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 well, especially the future mother-in-law is very satisfied with him."

"But to be honest, our Haozi is really speechless. He is tall and handsome, and he is a celebrity, and he earns a lot..."

"That's right, just Haozi's condition is more than enough to be paired with a princess in ancient times."

While the two were talking, they heard a messy sound outside the courtyard. Song Ying and Huang Ling quickly put down their work. When they went out, they found that Lin Dongzhe and Zhuang Xiaoting were following a bunch of children from the alleys, each of whom was holding wooden sticks and brooms.

"Lin Dongzhe, what's going on? Who are you fighting again?" Song Ying's face suddenly collapsed. Although Lin Dongzhe's academic performance has improved, she should have had a lot of worries. She either fought with someone or was caught watching the video.

Zhuang Xiaoting quickly explained: "Aunt Song, Lin Dongzhe is not fighting with anyone, but a little hooligan is following me. Lin Dongzhe and the others drove the little hooligan away for me."

When Song Ying heard that she had blamed her son for mistakes, she quickly apologized and said she could add a hard dish to him tonight.

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

"It's okay, it's just..." Zhuang Xiaoting stopped talking.

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

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

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

"What's wrong with Wang Fang? It's fine if she doesn't care about others. Xiaoting was followed by a hooligan and she doesn't care about it. We gave up three square meters to build a house for her, and the dog was given a conscience."

Song Ying shouted at the top of her voice, not afraid that Wang Fang from the next yard would hear it.

Huang Ling patted her daughter's back and comforted her: "It's fine. Don't leave alone after school next year, wait for Lin Dongzhe to go with her."

"But, the school is catching early love and preventing men and women from going to and from school together..." Zhuang Xiaoting said with some concern.

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

"oh."

Then Huang Ling went home and took a handful of candy and snacks to the children who helped: "Thank you this time, all of them are good kids, please take them."

After the children divided the snacks, they scattered and went home for dinner.

Just as Song Ying finished cooking and Lin Wufeng returned home to prepare for dinner, he heard that there was another bustle in the alley.

Lin Dongzhe was born with a lively life, so he ran out and soon came back with a suitcase excitedly.

"My mom and dad, Brother Hao is back."

Song Ying hugged Qin Hao who was rushing back, and asked about his well-being. Finally, Lin Wufeng reminded that the dishes would be cold if they didn't eat them. Song Ying then went to get the dishes for Qin Hao.

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. My parents and brother have finally reunited, so it's hard to break her up, right?" Qin Hao replied with a smile.

Song Ying thought so.

Lin Wufeng reminded: "Okay, please wait for Haozi to finish eating before asking."

“Yes, eat more food.”

After eating and drinking, Qin Hao briefly explained what happened during this period in Shanghai.

In order to cultivate Li Jia's younger brother's ability to take care of himself, Qin Hao took Li Wen to another house he bought on the grounds of giving him a tutoring lesson. In addition to tutoring, all the housework was done by Li Wen every day.

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

The house Qin Hao bought was a small villa. In order to completely acquire the property rights of this small villa, he also managed five families, spending about 500,000 yuan, but this 500,000 yuan is nothing to Qin Hao. Last year, the dividends of "BBK" were more than 3 million. Moreover, thirty years later, such a small villa was worth 100 million yuan, and no matter how much I bought it, I would not lose.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Lin Wufeng and Song Ying were both a little surprised when they learned that Qin Hao bought a house in Shanghai.

"Haozi, after you graduate from college, your unit will definitely give priority to the distribution of houses. Isn't it a bit too waste to buy it yourself?"

In Song Ying's opinion, the houses will be divided sooner or later, so it is too unprofitable to buy a house.

Qin Hao was happy: "Aunt Song, don't talk about whether the unit will be divided into houses after I graduated. Even if it is divided into houses, it can only satisfy basic survival. Just like our small courtyard, a room is only 30 to 40 square meters. The small foreign building I bought has three floors, which adds up to more than 200 square meters. If you see it, you will definitely like it."

"What a big house?" Song Ying opened her mouth so hard that she could stuff an apple in it.

Lin Wufeng was also shocked: "That would cost a lot of money, right?"

"Well, I spent 500,000 yuan."

"How many? Five hundred thousand?"

Now Song Ying and Lin Wufeng can't speak.

Qin Hao smiled and said, "Aunt Song, Uncle Lin, you don't know yet. Last year, BBK's profit was more than 20 million. I discussed it with my second uncle and took out more than 15 million to continue expanding the scale, only 5 million."

"The two points I mentioned before should have been entered into your account. You can check it back."

Song Ying asked Lin Wufeng blankly: "What are the two points of five million?"

"Ten...100,000?" Lin Wufeng was also shocked by this number.

After coming back to his senses, Song Ying and Lin Wufeng repented again. 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 this: "Brother Hao, I love you so much."

"I think beautifully, why do you want so much money?" Song Ying grabbed Lin Dongzhe's ear and taught a lesson.

"Can I save up and get married?"

"Marry you, what kind of wife did you marry just in the first year of high school..."

Lin Wufeng knew that Qin Hao could really do the work of giving 100,000 yuan to Lin Dongzhe, so he had to compromise: "We will accept it this year, and we will not be given another next year. This 100,000 yuan is already a lot."

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

Lin Wufeng's mouth twitched, 100,000 yuan, his monthly salary is more than 80 yuan, and it is less than 1,000 yuan a year. He has to save 100,000 yuan without eating or drinking for a hundred years.

At night, Song Ying and Lin Wufeng couldn't sleep anymore, and they lay on the bed toss and turned like pancakes.

"Wu Feng, you can go to the bank with your passbook tomorrow... Forget it, I'll go with you."

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

Song Ying took the passbook and counted the last deposit record left on it, which was only 3,675 yuan, 40 cents, which was not even a fraction compared to 100,000 yuan.

"Wu Feng, do you think if we don't go to work from next year, will this 100,000 yuan be enough for us to retire?" Song Ying counted several times and suddenly said.

Lin Wufeng was stunned, then smiled bitterly, "I can't be interested in going to work after you say this."

"Is the factory that Haozi and your brother and others really that profitable? They earn tens of millions in a year, nothing will happen, right?" Song Ying was a little worried again.

"No, since the Southern Tour speech has been published on the newspaper, the tone has been basically set, and the route of reform and opening up will not change."

Lin Wufeng paused when he said this: "Didn't I go to the Canton Fair some time ago?"

"Um."

"You'll know that you've been there. The business atmosphere is so strong. Everyone is sharpening their heads and thinking about how to make money. It's okay, you don't have to worry."

After hearing Lin Wufeng say it, Song Ying felt relieved and went to sleep.

Early the next morning, Song Ying went to the bank with Lin Wufeng before she even had time to wash the bowl after breakfast.

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

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

Lin Wufeng whispered: "Low, low-key."

Song Ying held the passbook and said, "I want to keep a low profile, but this number has been jumping on my heart."

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

Only then did Song Ying carefully put away her passbook.

At the same time, Qin Hao was taking Lin Dongzhe, Zhuang Xiaoting and Xiang Pengfei on Guanqian Street. Xiang Pengfei did not return to Guizhou for the New Year this year, mainly because he failed the final exam again this time. Zhuang Hualin asked him to study with Zhuang Xiaoting during the winter vacation.
To be continued...