Chapter 156 The 156th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 156 The 156th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Needless to say, when the monk's mother found out that the monk was moving away, she made a huge scene in the tenement the next day.

At this point, the elderly folks put their good intentions to good use, some offering advice, some coaxing, and some making sarcastic remarks.

If it weren't for the complexities of human nature, even though neighbors live together and there's some affection between them, when something happens, you can still see what people are really thinking.

When Wen Chan came home from work, Liu Yan brought her a bowl of dumplings, saying they were mackerel dumplings made by her mother and that she should eat them while they were hot.

Wen Chan called out to her and asked, "Hasn't the monk's mother finished cursing yet?"

As she entered the courtyard, she could still hear the monk's mother shouting and cursing enthusiastically behind her.

Liu Yan smiled and said, "It won't be that fast. The monk has always been honest and has never disobeyed his mother. This time he's made a big fuss. His mother will probably keep making a scene for three days and two nights."

She glanced outside and, seeing no one, whispered, "My mom told me that the girl I was supposed to meet on a blind date with came over this afternoon. She said she would never leave the monk, which put his mother at ease."

Wen Chan was about to get up to get the vinegar when she heard this and was stunned. Her mind couldn't process it for a moment. "No, they've only known each other for less than a day. How can they be inseparable?"

Even if this is love at first sight, it's all happening way too fast.

Liu Yan said, "Who knows what other people are thinking? These days, there are all kinds of people."

Liu Yan sympathized with the monk to some extent, after all, she had also been pressured to get married before. However, she had been rebellious since childhood, and whenever her parents urged her to get married, she would make an excuse that she was too busy with work at the factory, and her parents would then behave themselves.

Wen Chan doesn't really need to ask much; he can guess the reason to some extent.

Given the monk's mother's personality, if that girl were of good quality, she would have boasted about her everywhere, wanting the whole surrounding area to know.

Since they won't say, it means the conditions are average, or even very poor.

The girl was willing to get married so quickly simply because she was attracted to the monk's conditions. She wasn't marrying the monk himself, but rather his money and his ability to make money.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Everyone has their own way of living, but the problem is that monks are unwilling to do so.

With the monk's mother doing this, how could the monk possibly stay at home?

The monk's mother went on and on for more than half a month, going to Wen Qunshu's house every day to ask the monk to go back. The monk was a stubborn man; no matter what his mother said, he just wouldn't change his mind. His mother eventually gave up and lost her temper.

Before the end of the year, a batch of stock subscription certificates were issued in Shanghai.

After seeing the advertisement in the newspaper, Wen Chan gave Jiang Zihan 20,000 yuan to go back to Shanghai to purchase the stock subscription certificates.

She didn't hide this from anyone; when she gave the instructions to Jiang Zihan, Fatty and the others were all at her house.

The fat man had made some money in the Shanghai stock market before, and when he heard about stock subscription certificates, his ears perked up: "Subscription certificates? Those are for stock trading?"

Wen Chan looked at Jiang Zihan.

Jiang Zihan, who had also been keeping an eye on this matter recently, explained with a smile, "No, it's a qualification. Only by buying the subscription certificate can you be eligible to participate in the lottery for stock purchases!"

Although the fat man had seen Wen Chan do these things many times, he wasn't as quick-witted as Jiang Zihan when it came to these matters. He was completely confused and scratched his head, saying, "I don't understand. Never mind, sister-in-law, can I just buy it along with her?"

"Buy it if you want, but you're responsible for any profits or losses later."

Wen Chan said, "By the way, you need a Shanghai hukou to buy the subscription certificate. If you ask Xiao Jiang for help, you'll have to pay him a delivery fee."

Liu Yan chuckled, "Of course I have to pay you, Xiao Jiang. What kind of delivery fee do you want? I'll give you a red envelope, or you can take a cut?"

Jiang Zihan has earned a lot of money this year. With her salary and bonuses combined, she is now quite wealthy. When people have money, they are generous. She waved her hand and said, "It's okay if you don't give it to me, but you have to treat me to a meal later."

“That won’t do,” Liu Yan said. “This subscription certificate costs 30 yuan. I’ll buy 2,000 yuan worth. If I make a profit later, I’ll give you 10% of it.”

The fat man said, "Then Liu Yan and I are the same."

The monk said, "Count me in too."

Listening to their conversation, Wen Qunshu felt a strong urge to buy more, but he had no money. So, he shamelessly asked, "Can I buy two books?"

He took out sixty yuan from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Zihan first.

Jiang Zihan opened her mouth slightly and looked at Wen Chan.

Wen Chan nodded to her, and Jiang Zihan took the money and wrote him a receipt. "Brother Wen, you're not going to run out of money after paying this, are you?"

Although she hadn't spent much time with Wen Qunshu, Jiang Zihan knew that Wen Qunshu was not in good financial condition.

When others went downstairs to smoke, Wen Qunshu never went with them. At Future Investment Company, Wen Chan had Jiang Zihan buy a lot of snacks, drinks, fruits, and other things as employee benefits.

Sun Peng and He Lan were a little embarrassed to eat these things freely, and would only take a little when they were hungry. But Wen Qunshu was not polite at all and almost ate the snacks and fruits as meals.

Wen Qunshu frankly admitted, "Yes, so whether I can have a good New Year depends on how big the red envelope my boss gives us."

He was almost blatantly hinting at Wen Chan.

Wen Chan flipped through the documents, acting as if she hadn't heard anything, while Wen Qunshu touched his nose dejectedly.

"How come everyone's here?"

Just as everyone was discussing where to go for the New Year, Chen Bo returned with Lin Qingfeng.

"Fengzi?!" The fat man was overjoyed to see Lin Qingfeng. He went over and patted Lin Qingfeng on the shoulder. "Hey kid, it's been a while! Is the auto repair shop that busy?"

As he said this, he looked Lin Qingfeng up and down, but something seemed off.

Lin Qingfeng didn't get any darker or thinner; on the contrary, his complexion was fair and rosy.

Lin Qingfeng smiled at the fat man and greeted everyone, "Everyone's here."

His gaze lingered on Liu Yan for a long time.

Chen Bo nodded to them, "You guys chat, I'll take Fengzi inside to get some things."

Without giving it much thought, everyone nodded.

Lin Qingfeng followed Chen Bo into the house, and the two came out again shortly afterward.

The fat man greeted Lin Qingfeng: "Fengzi, it's perfect that you're here today. We were just about to ask Xiao Jiang to go to Shanghai to buy stock subscription certificates. Would you like to buy some?"

Lin Qingfeng frowned upon hearing this. "I won't go into that, but I'd like to advise you. The stock market isn't doing well lately. I've heard that many people at the higher-ups are dissatisfied and want to crack down on it. You should be careful. What if you invest your money and then the stock market gets banned?"

"How is that possible?"

The fat man blurted out, "Those stock subscription agreements were handled by people in Shanghai. They made quite a stir. You can't just ban them like that."

A hint of disdain flashed across Lin Qingfeng's face. "What do you know? The winds up here blow in waves. Today it's the west wind, tomorrow it might be the east wind. How do you know it won't be banned?"

Lin Qingfeng's statement is actually quite reasonable.

Although the reform and opening up has been going on for more than a decade, the policies of the central government still change every day, and no one can predict them.

But the problem is the tone of his voice, which reveals a sense of smugness.

A hint of surprise flashed across Wen Qunshu's eyes, but he said nothing and lowered his head to drink his tea.

The fat man chuckled awkwardly, "That's true. Is business good at the auto repair shop?"

Lin Qingfeng said, "It's alright, but it might be a bit uncertain next year."

"What do you mean?" the monk asked with concern.

Lin Qingfeng said, "Isn't it because those people are envious of the booming business of auto repair shops? Several of my friends have said that several auto repair shops will probably open in Beijing next year, and business may not be as good then."

"Whether it's easy or not, the skills of our auto repair shop are unmatched by ordinary people."

The fat man comforted Lin Qingfeng, saying, "Don't worry too much. Besides, we still have Brother Yong and Xiao He, right? With them around, our auto repair shop has an advantage over others."

Lin Qingfeng smiled and said, "Fatty has really become quite the smooth talker. It seems he's really mastered it."

Chen Bo was just lifting the curtain when he heard what was said, and he frowned slightly, saying without making it obvious, "Didn't you have something else to do?"

Lin Qingfeng then came to his senses and slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot, Brother Zheng, Sister-in-law, I'll wish you a Happy New Year again during the Spring Festival."

He rushed out in a flurry and disappeared in no time.

Chen Bozheng walked over and asked casually, "Little Jiang, are you going back to Shanghai?"

Wen Chan nodded: "It's almost the end of the year, let her go back, and she also needs to keep an eye on the rental situation."

"Xiao Jiang is much more capable now," Liu Yan praised. "It's impressive that he can manage so many things."

Jiang Zihan smiled shyly: "Sister Yanzi, please don't praise me anymore. If you keep praising me, I won't be shortchanged on my share of the profits."

Everyone burst into laughter, changing the subject from what had just happened.

The monk glanced in the direction Lin Qingfeng had left and frowned.

That night, Chen Bozheng told Wen Chan why Lin Qingfeng had come to their door that afternoon.

"They want to borrow money from you?" Wen Chan was combing her hair. Her hair was thick and voluminous, and it took her more than half an hour to wash and dry it each time. Wen Chan was getting a little impatient and thought she might as well cut it short so it would be easier to manage.

But Chen Bozheng refused, saying that if she was worried about the hassle of washing her hair, he could help her with that.

Chen Bozheng walked over, took a comb and combed her hair, the faint scent of shampoo gradually filling the air: "Hmm, I borrowed more than 100,000."

Wen Chan looked surprised. "What is he doing? He needs to borrow so much money. He must earn a lot of money."

Although Lin Qingfeng didn't have a large stake in the auto repair shop, Wen Chan estimated that he could earn at least 500,000 yuan a year.

Five hundred thousand is no small sum; it's enough to buy more than a dozen bungalows in Beijing.

Chen Bozheng said, "He said he partnered with someone to transport a batch of television sets back from another place, planning to make some money before the end of the year."

This is a good business opportunity.

During the Chinese New Year, people have some money in their pockets, and with the Spring Festival Gala on New Year's Eve, most families who are slightly well-off are willing to buy a television, preferably a color TV.

This way, when relatives come to visit during the Chinese New Year, it will be more respectable.

"How much money did he invest?" Wen Chan felt a little comfortable as her hair was combed. She squinted her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a shadow on her porcelain-like face.

Chen Bozheng said, "I didn't ask. But I think this business won't lose money, and he's eager to get rich, so I'll just lend it to him for now."