Chapter 62 The Sixty-Second Day of Not Running Away The Sixty-Second Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 62 The Sixty-Second Day of Not Running Away The Sixty-Second Day of Not Running Away...

Liu Yan's factory had been chosen long ago. It was a dilapidated courtyard house nearby, where someone was said to have died before. But these days, as long as the rent is cheap, who would complain about it? So what if someone died? She wasn't going to live there anyway.

Wen Chan transferred the money to her, and Liu Yan then transferred the money to the sewing machine supplier. The sewing machine was second-hand, but it was at least 30% cheaper than a brand new one.

Don't underestimate this 30%; with more than a dozen sewing machines combined, this 30% is a considerable amount.

The ordered fabrics, buttons, hardware zippers and other materials have been delivered to Beijing one after another.

During this period, Liu Yan couldn't bear to hire anyone else to do the work. She asked her neighbors in the tenement to lend a hand, paying each of them twenty yuan each time. In addition to tidying up the mess, she still had to hire people.

This is even easier. A few years ago, everyone made their own clothes by buying fabric at home. It's only in the last two or three years that it's become popular to buy clothes from carpet stores.

Everyone was ready, including the stencil maker.

Mr. and Mrs. Liu were deeply worried.

When Liu's mother brought over a bowl of steamed dumplings for Wen Chan and the others, she said to Wen Chan, "Little Wen, do you think my daughter Yanzi can make money running this clothing factory?"

Wen Chan wasn't surprised at all that Liu's mother would say that.

Mr. and Mrs. Liu were extremely timid people. They could support Liu Yan by doing some small business and felt it was pretty good. Although it couldn't compare to a stable job, at least they had something to eat.

But opening a factory and becoming a big boss is not something an ordinary person can do.

If we lose money, we'll be in debt.

Wen Chan said, "Aunt Liu, don't underestimate Liu Yan. I think she's quite capable. This factory might grow bigger and stronger in the future."

Liu's mother laughed out loud, "Xiao Wen, you're really joking. You're saying you're going to expand and strengthen the business. We'll be at ease as long as you don't lose money. Actually, if you ask me, why is she so strong-willed as a girl? I think her ex-boyfriend still had some feelings for her. If she could go back to him and say a few nice words, maybe they could get back together. Why is she working herself to death like this now?"

As she said this, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said to Wen Chan, "Wen Chan, Yanzi admires you a lot and is quite close to you. Why don't you try to persuade Yanzi? She'll definitely listen to you."

Wen Chan suddenly realized that the bowl of steamed dumplings in her hand was not so easy to hold.

Wen Chan felt she knew Liu Yan to some extent.

She's an only child with a strong personality. After breaking up with that man, she worked so hard, partly to build a career and show him what she was capable of.

To persuade her to get back together with that guy is like dancing on a volcano – it's suicide.

Wen Chan put down her bowl and pulled Liu's mother to sit down. "Auntie, let's sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk. Do you think Liu Yan will be happy and rich if she marries that man?"

When the word "money" was mentioned, Liu's mother's eyes darted away, clearly indicating some embarrassment.

Wen Chan also understands to some extent the mentality of Liu's mother's generation. Although they hope their daughters will marry rich and powerful men, they are concerned about their reputation and cannot say it out loud. After all, if they do, people will inevitably think they are materialistic.

“Auntie, there’s no one else here, and I won’t tell anyone. We can just speak frankly,” Wen Chan said. “What family raises a daughter this age without thinking about her marrying a well-off man? Don’t you think so?”

Wen Chan's words really struck a chord with Liu's mother.

Liu's mother slapped her thigh, "That's absolutely right! Xiao Wen, you're so sensible. We've tried to persuade Yanzi so many times at home, but she just won't listen. Doesn't she realize that we're her parents? Would we ever harm her?"

The relationship had already been advised against, but it didn't work out.

Wen Chan asked, "Then do you think Yanzi is smart?"

Liu's mother pondered, "She's alright. Sometimes she's really clever, but other times she's like a block of wood."

"Look, you also think Yanzi isn't stupid, so do you think she would resist going after that guy for no reason?" Wen Chan said. "Although I don't know that guy, you said he's a good catch, so let's assume he really is. But no matter how good he is, if he doesn't give it to you and looks down on you, what's the point?"

Liu's mother was taken aback, then shook her head and said, "No way, we are his parents-in-law, how could he treat us badly?"

“That’s quite common,” Wen Chan said. “Think about it, even Chen Shimei killed his wife. It’s common for rich and powerful people to look down on their in-laws. If they don’t allow you to visit them and don’t allow Yanzi to do business, she’ll have to stay at home to have children and raise kids for them. Do you think that’s a good thing?”

Liu's mother's lips trembled, and a look of hesitation appeared on her face. "It can't be that exaggerated, can it? Yanzi is very capable..."

“You’ve said she’s capable, so why not believe her, support her, and let her work hard to build her career?” Wen Chan said. “What you earn yourself is different from what someone else gives you. If you earn a dollar, it’s all yours. But if someone gives you a penny, they feel like they’ve given you a hundred dollars. No matter how hard you work, they’ll feel like you’ve benefited from it. If Yanzi didn’t have any skills and wasn’t ambitious, getting married early would have been a good option. But she’s clearly capable, so why are you in such a hurry?”

Seeing that Liu's mother looked thoughtful, Wen Chan pressed on, saying, "Aunt Liu, do you think it's better if your daughter is rich or if your son-in-law is rich? As long as your daughter is rich, she can find a good husband. People will even look up to your family."

Liu's mother was displeased with Wen Chan's words earlier. If Wen Chan didn't have some status, Liu's mother would have turned her back on her. But these few words really resonated with her.

She said happily, "If Yanzi really has this ability, we will definitely support her."

Liu's mother left excitedly. Wen Chan had to use a lot of persuasion to finally convince her to stay. She picked up the bowl on the table, and lo and behold, the steamed dumplings were still hot a moment ago, but now they were all cold.

"I'll heat it up for you," Chen Bozheng's voice rang out.

Wen Chan looked up and saw Chen Bo standing at the door, stepping on the threshold with a mischievous grin. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "When did you get here?"

Chen Bozheng took her bowl: "Just now, when you were spitting as you tried to persuade Aunt Liu..."

Wen Chan rolled her eyes at Chen Bozheng and stomped on his foot. "Who's spouting nonsense? I'm just helping Liu Yan stabilize the rear and doing a good deed."

Chen Bo was very skilled at lighting the stove, and in no time he had heated up the steamed dumplings for Wen Chan, and also cooked her a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

While eating, Wen Chan sized up Chen Bozheng, "You're covered in dust, didn't you ask the driver to kick you out of the car when you went back to the city?"

Some of the public bus drivers in Beijing are particularly arrogant. I don't know why, even though it's a public vehicle, they drive it like it's their own car, and they look down on people. When they see farmers or people from other places, they show all sorts of disdain. Sometimes, when farmers bring vegetables or goods to the city to sell, they insist on charging them an extra ticket.

Wen Chan has been going to bookstores to buy books whenever she has free time lately, and she has seen this situation quite often when she takes the bus. She is not harassed by the driver, but as a bystander, she can't help but feel uncomfortable.

Chen Bozheng said, "The truck driver brought me back. I heard from someone that there was a way to go abroad, so I came back first."

Wen Chan stopped eating dumplings halfway through and looked at him.

Nowadays, it's extremely difficult to get a visa to go abroad, especially to the United States. Unless you have relatives abroad to help you or your company sends you abroad, most people have to wait several years to get a visa.

The original owner was penniless, had little education, and no relatives. The visa officer glanced at the file and, needless to say, rejected it. The file clearly indicated that the person was going to stay abroad illegally.

"This isn't urgent. Aren't you tired from running around like this?" Wen Chan asked. "Have you eaten?"

Just as Chen Bo was about to speak, his stomach rumbled.

Wen Chan laughed out loud, covered her face with her hands, went to get the bowls and chopsticks, and gave most of them to Chen Bozheng.

Chen Bozheng called back, "You eat yours, I'll go out and find something to eat later."

"Don't be like that," Wen Chan teased him deliberately, "I'd rather be like Huang Shiren, even if I treat you like livestock, I'd still have to feed you properly."

The steamed dumplings were not a large portion, and Chen Bozheng finished them in just a few bites. Wen Chan, holding her rice bowl, glanced at him and suspected that a starving ghost had been sitting next to her.

Chen Bo looked at her and said, "Are you cursing me in your heart?"

Wen Chan made no attempt to hide anything: "Good to know. Tell me, what's the deal with the way to go abroad?"

"It was Wang Lengzi's brother-in-law who introduced us," Chen Bozheng said. "He said he could help us apply for a visa, but it might not be cheap."

"How much is not cheap?" Wen Chan asked.

Chen Bo made an eight gesture with his hand, and Wen Chan blinked, "Eight thousand?"

“Eighty thousand,” Chen Bozheng said.

Wen Chan rolled her bright, sparkling eyes.

She put down her chopsticks and said to Chen Bozheng, "Are you out of your mind, burning money?"

Chen Bozheng said, "The auto repair shop is making a lot of money. I estimate we'll break even this month."

“It has nothing to do with how much you earn, I have enough money to pay for it myself.” Wen Chan said, “It’s just that this price is not right, this money is obviously a rip-off. When we get out, the total cost for me, you, and Zihan will be 240,000 yuan.”

Chen Bo nodded. "I understand."

Wen Chan looked at him, "What do you know?"

Chen Bo smiled without saying a word. Wen Chan grabbed his hand and said, "Don't do anything reckless. You're not allowed to pay any money, understand? If you do this, I will never go to America."

"I understand," Chen Bo said, drawing out the last syllable.

Wen Chan felt that Chen Bo was just brushing her off. "There's no rush to have surgery. I'm fine lately and don't feel any discomfort. As for going abroad, I can find other ways to handle it myself."

"Okay, okay, okay," Chen Bo replied.

In the tenement, it was not uncommon to see wives chasing and beating their husbands. Wen Chan really wanted to beat Chen Bozheng right now. Where did he learn this kind of dead pig-not-afraid-of-boiling-water-scalding-it attitude?

They used to be quite well-behaved, how did they become like this?!