Chapter 29 The Twenty-Ninth Day of Not Running Away The Twenty-Ninth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 29 The Twenty-Ninth Day of Not Running Away The Twenty-Ninth Day of Not Running Away...

"Zhengzi, I heard that you're going to build a car repair shop in our district?" This big courtyard has its pros and cons.

The good thing is that we're all neighbors, almost like family. If anything happens, just call out and someone will help.

The problem is that these neighbors live too close together. Whatever the relationship, the slightest thing will be known to everyone in no time.

Grandpa Guo then paid a visit, bringing a box of Daoxiangcun pastries and two cans of meat.

Chen Bo hurriedly gestured for Grandpa Guo to sit down, "Yes, that's true. How come you're so well-informed?"

"Hey, everyone knows that, we also know that the place you found is a bit far from us. Why did you choose such a place instead of choosing one near our home?"

Grandpa Guo said with concern, "It's so convenient to have this place right in front of us. It's close by, so if you need anything, just call out and everyone will come and lend a hand."

As he said this, he nudged his son.

Guo Xiaochuan, looking blank, let out a sound of surprise.

Helpless, Grandpa Guo turned to Chen Bozheng and said, "My son, Xiao Guo, isn't there not much work at their wood factory? If you need to move anything or do any heavy work, just ask him to lend a hand. If you need to make any furniture, Xiao Guo can do that too."

Guo Xiaochuan nodded subconsciously.

Chen Bozheng understood that Grandpa Guo had come to find work for his son. He smiled and said, "Don't worry about that. We were thinking of asking Brother Guo to make some cabinets for us later. Brother Guo's craftsmanship is top-notch."

Grandpa Guo felt relieved and smiled. "Then I'll have to leave it to you. Just call him Xiao Guo. Calling him 'Big Brother' isn't appropriate. You're a big boss now."

Chen Bozheng and the others were left speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Guo Xiaochuan's ears turned red, and he whispered, "Dad."

Grandpa Guo rolled his eyes at him. "Is that so? Ambition knows no age. Ren Zhengzi is much more capable than you. Is it appropriate for him to call you 'brother'?"

Chen Bozheng found it increasingly absurd as he listened, so he quickly changed the subject and tried to persuade Grandpa Guo to take the things he had brought back.

The fat man and the others listening nearby were exhausted.

Lin Qingfeng said, "Isn't Brother Guo's job secure? Why does he still need to look for work?"

The fat man, who was well-informed, said upon hearing this, "Your information is really bad. Their woodworking factory has been shut down for a long time. The furniture styles are incredibly outdated. Young people nowadays buy sofas; who wants to buy those old antiques? Brother Guo is honest, and even if there is work at the factory, he can't get any. He's been idle at home for a long time."

"Brother Guo's craftsmanship is quite good," Lin Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise. "Couldn't you just make your own furniture and sell it?"

The fat man said, "Who would we sell it to after we beat it up? Which of our neighbors needs furniture? Who would be willing to buy new furniture? These days, many factories don't pay wages; they're just giving us goods as payment."

Wen Chan knew that this was just the beginning of the wave of layoffs, and that the situation would become increasingly intense in the coming years.

The factory jobs that everyone used to envy have become a burden.

As a result, more and more people are going into business, but only a few can actually make money in business.

Seeing that Chen Bozheng had handled things perfectly, she didn't say anything more, but only told Chen Bozheng that she was going out in a few days.

Although Wen Chan's destination this time was Shanghai, she had to go to Shenzhen first before going to Shanghai. Her purpose was to find Boss Ye and his wife.

Upon hearing this, Chen Bozheng specially bought a lot of Beijing specialties and a gold Pixiu ornament. "This is a small token of our appreciation. Take it and give it to Boss Ye and the others."

Wen Chan took it, weighed it in her hand, and said it must have weighed about half a pound. "So heavy? That must have cost a lot of money."

“They’ve helped us make a lot of money, we should at least show some appreciation,” Chen Bo said. “Boss Ye and the others have been very polite to us, we need to maintain this relationship.”

"I know, you don't need to tell me," Wen Chan said lazily, tossing her things into her backpack. She then asked, "Is there anything else? If it's really impossible, write me a letter, and I'll send it to you."

Chen Bozheng couldn't help but chuckle as he helped her pack up her medicine and other belongings. "Your tone is quite sharp. Do you have a problem with me?"

Wen Chan sat down directly, turned her head away, and avoided looking at Chen Bozheng. "No, you're overthinking it."

Chen Bo was staring at Wen Chan, but seeing her impatience, he looked away. "If you don't have one, then you don't have one. I bought you a phone, a Motorola. We have a phone at home now. Call me if anything happens. Don't treat me like an outsider."

"Why did you buy this?" Wen Chan's eyes widened as she saw the bulky Motorola. "This phone costs over 20,000 yuan? Are you crazy?"

For Wen Chan, who had seen the slim and lightweight smartphones of later generations, the phones of that era were not only ugly, but also quite expensive. A Motorola phone cost more than 20,000 yuan, and the account opening fee was 10,000 yuan. The price of more than 30,000 yuan was enough to buy a courtyard house in Beijing.

Chen Bozheng said, "You're the one who's crazy. The most important thing when you're out and about is to be well-informed. That's what you taught me. I won't stop you or ask you what you're going to do, but you have to bring your cell phone with you and call me wherever you go."

Wen Chan was both angry and amused, and glared at Chen Bozheng.

She picked up the phone, her mood improving considerably. "Understood, Mr. Butler!"

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Author's Note: This is a short one tonight; I'll make up for it tomorrow.