Chapter 51 The Fifty-First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 51 The Fifty-First Day of Not Running Away...

Zhao Dan seemed to be pondering Wen Chan's suggestion.

When she got back, she saw Mr. Ye drinking XO and immediately went over to him, saying, "Old Ye, are you crazy? A bottle of this costs over a thousand yuan. What you're drinking isn't alcohol, it's money!"

A bottle of wine costing a thousand yuan or so is not a small amount for Zhao Dan and his wife.

Unless it's for entertaining guests, the couple wouldn't spend money like that even when they go back to their hometown.

Mr. Ye chuckled, his face flushed with drunkenness and reeking of alcohol. "Wife, why are you still being so stingy? Can't we afford a thousand-yuan bottle of red wine? Our money has doubled, a full double!"

Zhao Dan bought more than 800,000 yuan worth of stocks, which means he has already made more than 800,000 yuan.

Speaking of this, Zhao Dan couldn't help but smile. "It's true. You said before that Miss Wen was a bit unreliable, but now it seems that she's much more capable than you at such a young age."

“How can we compare? They’re from Beijing, with a powerful background. The two of us were still farming in the fields ten years ago.” Boss Ye’s eyes reddened as he talked about the past. “More than ten acres of land. Every time it was wheat harvest season, I was afraid of those thorns and that soil. If the wheat was good, I could earn more than a hundred yuan a year.”

When talking about the past, the couple couldn't help but show pain on their faces.

Those who have never been farmers all say that farmers are great and work very hard.

Those who have been farmers never dream of farming again. They have to brave the wind and rain, endure the scorching sun in the sweltering summer, and stay up late into the night waiting for their turn to pump water for irrigation. Sometimes, the two villages would even fight each other to the death over water.

Even if someone praises them for their greatness, the couple would never want to work in the fields again in their lives.

"It's all in the past. Go wash your face. I have something to tell you." Zhao Dan snatched the wine glass from her husband's hand and pushed him into the bathroom.

After Mr. Ye washed his face and came to his senses, Zhao Dan told him about Wen Chan's suggestion.

"Children's clothing?" Boss Ye lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "We've never made children's clothing before."

“I think Wen Chan makes a lot of sense,” Zhao Dan said. “Putting aside other things, when we buy clothes for our child during the Spring Festival, each piece costs more than a hundred yuan. People in the city are even more willing to spend money. I heard that some working-class families only have one child, and they spend seventy or eighty yuan per lesson to send their child to learn piano.”

"Seventy or eighty? Isn't that robbery?" Boss Ye's eyes widened. "What kind of piano is this? It's clearly a gold one."

Zhao Dan said irritably, "Why do you care what they study? Anyway, I think they have a broader perspective and are smarter than us. Children's clothing is a huge market. If we create a brand, hire some pattern makers, design styles, and do advertising, we'll definitely make money."

Mr. Ye hesitated. He felt that children's things were no big deal. As for money, it was definitely easier to make money from women. Men would wear the same clothes for two or three years without changing them. When they were worn out, they would buy the same style again. But women were different. Women loved beauty and wanted to follow the trend. If the style that was popular last year was no longer popular this year, they would immediately buy new clothes.

"Are you really going to make children's clothing?" Boss Ye took a deep breath and asked.

Zhao Dan said, "Haven't you always wanted to expand our factory's business? We can't do other businesses, but this is a way out. Once things are settled here, we'll go to Hong Kong and see how their children's clothing is doing. Hong Kong is worth considering. People there don't like to have many children. If we see how well their children's clothing sells, we'll know how things are here."

The fact that Zhao Dan and his wife can make money in business shows that their thinking is sound.

For the next few days, Liu Yan went out with Lan Linglong every day, disappearing from sight, and could only meet with everyone in the evening.

But every time they met, the fat man couldn't help but exclaim, "Sister Yanzi, have you lost weight again?"

Liu Yan touched her face. "Really? I don't feel it."

The fat man looked at everyone: "Do you all agree?"

Wen Chan laughed and said, "You've lost weight. You haven't rested all day, have you?"

Liu Yan took a bite of rice and said, "I didn't have time to rest. I just bought a piece of bread for lunch. There are so many clothing streets in Shanghai. Linglong took me around everywhere. I couldn't take it all in. I didn't want to rest. There are so many styles of clothing in Shanghai. There are even old tailors who can make cheongsams and coats. Their craftsmanship is really good. When you put on a cheongsam, the shoulders are the shoulders and the waist is the waist. The cut is perfect."

"There are people like this in Shanghai?" Zhao Dan exclaimed in surprise. "That's incredible. Such craftsmanship is rare these days."

“That’s right, so I was thinking of asking him to leave, but that uncle isn’t willing right now,” Liu Yan said while eating.

When talking about her business, Liu Yan almost beamed with excitement.

The fat man said, "Sister Yanzi is probably going to make a fortune this time."

Liu Yan smiled, pursing her lips: "Don't be so modest. When it comes to making money, how can I compare to you guys? Fatty, you bought 10,000 worth before, and now you've made a fortune. The price of vacuum steel has risen to 1,200. When I go out, every shop I visit talks about stock prices. Shanghai people are really fashionable."

Zhao Dan and the others all had joy on their faces.

No one is happy when they get rich.

Jiang Zihan said, "Sister Yanzi, why don't you buy some with us? We can make a little money too."

Liu Yan said, "I'll pass, I don't understand this."

"We don't know anything about it either, we just bought it following Wen Chan's advice." Zhao Dan said, "Girl, you don't have much capital, why don't you buy some more, and you'll make more money back on your initial investment."

Liu Yan thought for a moment, then looked hesitantly at Wen Chan.

Wen Chan said, "If you're willing, give me the money and I'll invest it. Since you don't have much money, I won't take a cut."

"Then I won't take advantage of you. I'll take as much as I want." Liu Yan wiped her mouth with a tissue. "I brought 30,000 yuan with me. You can decide how to invest it."

I bought 25 shares for 30,000 yuan.

I bought it at 1200 in the morning, and it had already reached 1400 by the close of trading in the evening.

The speed at which the stock price rose was both terrifying and exhilarating for everyone.

When Wen Chan called Chen Bozheng, Chen Bozheng was sitting on a stool with a lunchbox in his hand, holding a mobile phone. In front of him was a dilapidated wooden table that had been moved from the village primary school, piled high with various forms and ledgers.

"If the stock market were so profitable, I would have given you the money instead of starting my own business," Chen Bozheng joked.

Wen Chan said, "Okay, then you shouldn't run the factory now."

Chen Bo coughed and took a sip of water. "Then forget it. This stock market is too strange. I don't understand it. Only someone with your brain can handle this. By the way, when will you guys be back?"

Wen Chan said, "Maybe in another seven or eight days, I'll go back then."

She figured that the people who set up the scheme wouldn't have the patience to wait ten days or half a month, and they would be closing in a few days.

Wen Chan didn't have a big appetite; she would come over and grab a piece of the pie while others were making money, and then leave.

“Seven or eight days? Okay, I’ll come pick you up later,” Chen Bozheng said. “I asked around about going to America. You have almost enough money now, right? Let’s go to the hospital in America first. If we need more money, I’ll figure something out.”

Wen Chan was surprised that Chen Bozheng was talking about this.

She felt as if something had struck her heart, and for a moment she didn't know what to say. "I'm going abroad, but I don't know anyone here, and I won't have anyone with me for the surgery."

Chen Bozheng said, "When that time comes, I'll put aside what I'm doing and come to be with you. My friend said that the actual surgery will only take a day, but we'll probably have to wait for a while beforehand. I'll go back to China while we're waiting, and I'll come to be with you during the days of the surgery."

"Is your English any good?" Wen Chan said, "Don't say you can't speak English, or you'll get lost and I'll have to come looking for you."

Chen Bozheng smiled brightly: "Do you think I'm stupid? Even if my English isn't very good, I can still use hand gestures. As long as I have a brain, nothing will go wrong."

Wen Chan greatly admired Chen Bozheng's confidence and optimism.

The two talked on the phone for over an hour.

When Jiang Zihan came over, she saw that Wen Chan's lunchbox was cold and she hadn't eaten yet. She asked in surprise, "Sister Wen, don't you like dinner? These are all cold."

Wen Chan then realized that she was supposed to be having dinner. Chen Bo, who was on the other end of the phone, heard Jiang Zihan's words and said, "You eat first, and call me later when you have time."

Jiang Zihan picked up the lunchbox. "Sis, I'll go downstairs and borrow the microwave to heat it up. It's already past seven o'clock; if you don't eat soon, you'll go hungry tonight."

Wen Chan was a little embarrassed, and nodded with a smile.

When she went to sleep that night, she dreamed of Chen Bozheng. In the dream, Chen Bozheng grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth, and said to her, "Wen Chan, I miss you so much."

When Wen Chan woke up in the morning, a smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

Zhao Dan couldn't help but joke, "I thought you weren't excited about making a fortune, but it seems you're still happy."

Wen Chan asked, puzzled, "Sister Zhao, what are you talking about?"

Zhao Dan pointed at her face, "You're smiling so happily this morning, isn't it because you've made a fortune?"

Wen Chan touched her face and realized that she was actually laughing.

Perhaps it's because people are in high spirits when they have good news, the stock market continued to rise today, reaching 1900.

When the group went to the Shanghai Stock Exchange, they ran into Jiang Changwen and his daughter, who were beaming with pride as they boasted to those around them about how insightful they were.

"I told you a long time ago that Vacuum Electric stock was a monster stock. Now look at it, it has risen to 1900. If you had listened to me a few days ago and bought stocks, you would be rich by now."

Jiang Changwen spoke with great enthusiasm, and the people around him kept praising him, making him so excited and proud that he almost lost his bearings.

In that instant, he felt like a stock market god, someone who was omnipotent.

He bought 200 shares for around 600 yuan each, and now they've tripled in value, meaning he's made over 260,000 yuan.