Chapter 157 The 157th Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 157 The 157th Day of Not Running Away...

Lin Qingfeng made a fortune, a huge fortune.

According to Lin Qingfeng's younger brother, he made seven figures just by reselling television sets.

Seven figures, that's more than a million.

Everyone in the tenement knows that Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan are rich.

Putting everything else aside, just look at Wen Chan's two gleaming luxury cars, exactly like those in Hong Kong movies, and you'll know.

However, their wealth is somewhat disparate, and it is far less surprising and enviable than Lin Qingfeng's sudden wealth.

On Lunar New Year's Eve.

Fatty and the others all went to Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan's house to celebrate the New Year. Even the monk and Wen Qunshu came over.

The monk wanted to spend the New Year with his mother, but he didn't want her to misunderstand that he had given in. Therefore, he compromised and decided to spend the New Year at Chen Bozheng's house. This was also a signal to his mother that if she was willing, she could come over and say that she wanted to spend the New Year together. Whether the monk was there or not, Chen Bozheng would not say no.

Wen Qunshu wanted to save money, but Wen Chan was not stingy and gave him a $200 red envelope during the Chinese New Year, treating him the same as everyone else.

But after experiencing the bitterness of being penniless for so many years, Wen Qunshu suddenly found himself with a large sum of money, and became stingy. He couldn't bear to spend two hundred US dollars and even hid it under his pillow.

As a result, a joke was made. Shouldn't we wash and dry things during the Chinese New Year?

The monk was meticulous. He and his mother had relied on each other for many years, and in fact, the monk did most of the housework himself, such as sweeping, cooking, washing clothes, and fetching water.

I can do rough work, and I can do fine work too.

He thought he could stay at Wen Qunshu's house. Wen Qunshu didn't mind and didn't ask him for rent. Although they agreed to split the bill for groceries, his mother would come to their house every day and chat until eight or nine o'clock at night before reluctantly going home.

Wen Qunshu never uttered a word of objection, and because of this patience, the monk regarded Wen Qunshu as his friend.

He disassembled all of Wen Qunshu's bedding and pillows, and took them out to air them in the sun.

When Wen Qunshu returned home, he found that the money in his pillow was gone. He was furious. He didn't suspect the monk of stealing the money, but he suspected that the monk was stupid and that the money had been blown away by the wind. He searched everywhere for the money.

The money was eventually found under Wen Qunshu's bed; it had fallen through a crack in the bed when the monk was taking apart the pillow.

"Fengzi is going to make a fortune now, he's really something."

The fat man said as he made dumplings.

The monk frowned as he looked at the dumplings the monk had made, and silently took them and remade them.

Liu Yan said, "Something seems off about his business."

Liu Yan had traded goods before, but she used to trade small commodities and clothes. The items were different, but the principle was the same.

Lin Qingfeng and his group transported television sets from other places to sell, which was somewhat related to smuggling; otherwise, how could they have made so much money in one go?

The fat man said, "Fengzi wouldn't do that, would he? He doesn't seem like that kind of person."

Liu Yan glanced at the fat man and said, "That's not what I meant. It's just that if the money is so easy to earn, why would anyone let him have it? Why not just find a loan shark to lend him the money and earn it himself?"

The fat man thought Liu Yan's words made sense, but he was reluctant to suspect that Lin Qingfeng had done something wrong.

Just as they were talking, Chen Bo and Wen Chan returned from outside.

Wen Chan was carrying a large bag of firecrackers, while Chen Bo was carrying braised pork knuckles, ribs, chicken, duck and goose that he had ordered from someone.

Their living room was already quite cluttered with things, and bringing these items over made it even more packed.

The fat man was a good cook, and without saying a word, he took the initiative to bring pork knuckles, ribs and other dishes to the kitchen. Around six o'clock, just before the Spring Festival Gala was about to start, he had prepared about ten dishes.

A large round table was filled with all kinds of dishes.

"Fatty, you're really something! With your skills, I'll introduce you to a girl later."

The monk's mother eventually arrived, but she ignored the monk and was very kind to the others instead.

The fat man chuckled, tore off a large chicken leg, and handed it to the monk's mother. "Auntie, thank you so much. But I need to find someone beautiful, like a model, and from a wealthy family. Ideally, she should be from Tsinghua or Peking University."

"Cough cough cough."

Liu Yan was drinking soy milk when she heard this and almost choked to death.

The monk remained silent and handed her a tissue.

The monk's mother was stunned. She looked at the fat man's big belly and then at his cheerful face, which resembled that of Maitreya Buddha. She said tactfully, "When we're looking for a wife, we should look for her character, not her looks. Besides, rich girls are hard to please."

She probably didn't want to say it directly, but as the saying goes, "A toad shouldn't dream of eating swan meat."

The fat man waved his hand, "It's alright, I don't mind serving people. Anyway, whoever I marry, I'll have to watch her face. So I might as well marry a pretty one. That way I won't lose out."

The monk's mother thought to herself, "You're not losing out, but the girl is."

Even my son wouldn't dare to dream of such things, but you fatso dare to.

Liu Yan's parents also came, and the table was full of people, so they didn't feel cold at all.

This year's Spring Festival Gala skits were especially funny. Everyone watched while eating, laughing so hard they were doubled over. When a singer came on stage, Liu Yan immediately said, "Look, look at her clothes!"

Wen Chan and the others looked towards the television.

Fat men are careless; they only think it looks good and don't notice anything else.

Liu Yan rolled her eyes at them and looked at Wen Chan, "So, did you figure anything out?"

While eating her lean meat porridge, Wen Chan laughed upon hearing this and said, "Are they matching denim skirts?"

Liu Yan clapped her hands and said happily, "You have a good eye! We sponsored this singer and spent a full 100,000 yuan to have him wear our clothes!"

"Are these your clothes?"

The monk's mother exclaimed in surprise, "They look pretty good! Do you have any in my size?"

That A-line denim skirt is elegant, stylish, and fashionable.

Although the monk's mother kept urging him to get married, she never neglected herself, especially after the monk became rich. She was willing to spend money on herself and wore whatever styles were popular in the market.

She was a very fashionable woman.

Liu Yan's father, on the contrary, was worried: "Why should we spend money to give away clothes for free? Ten thousand yuan is no small amount."

Liu Yan didn't take it seriously. She picked up her chopsticks and put some chestnut ribs on her parents' plates, saying, "You don't know, this year's Spring Festival Gala advertising bidding, even a ten-second ad costs a million. I can't afford that. Those liquor companies have money like they've been robbed. I heard someone spent three million on a 30-second ad. My 100,000 yuan is longer than 30 seconds, but I spent less than them."

Liu Yan's mother was taken aback, picked up her small wine glass, and asked, "So, we actually made a profit?"

“Of course we made a profit,” Wen Chan said. “Think about it, how many people watch the Spring Festival Gala? There must be at least 70 million people watching it across the country. If one out of ten of those people is willing to buy Sisters brand jeans, Liu Yan will make a fortune this year. It’s not enough to cover anything else. Just selling these skirts alone will earn her at least seven figures.”

Seven figures?!

When Liu Yan's parents heard the number, they were both surprised and delighted.

The couple had originally planned to bring up Liu Yan's wedding again tonight, but they were so overwhelmed by the number that they stopped urging her to get married and stopped nagging her. Instead, they kept serving food to Liu Yan and Wen Chan.

Both husband and wife knew that if Wen Chan hadn't suggested that idea, Liu Yan wouldn't have made such a fortune. Besides, Wen Chan and his wife were now quite remarkable, and their wealth was beyond calculation.

Liu Yan gave Wen Chan a wink and secretly smiled.

Wen Chan couldn't help but find it amusing.

Liu Yan also had a compassionate heart, and said directly to the monk's mother, "Auntie, I think you and my parents could take a trip abroad next year, what do you think?"

"Go abroad for a trip?!"

The monk's mother paused, chopsticks clenched in her teeth: "How many of us?"

“Yes, if you’re going abroad for fun, I happen to know a few friends in the US,” the fat man said. “They can take you around. They’re Chinese and can speak Chinese.”

The monk was also eager for his mother to go away for a few days so she wouldn't nag him every day, so he nodded and said, "The money is no problem."

Traveling abroad is a rare thing, and both the monk's mother and Liu Yan's parents couldn't help but be tempted.

Having lived most of my life, I struggled to make ends meet, and no one dared to dream of going abroad. Even a few days in Henan was considered a vacation.

Who would have thought this day would come?

With Chen Bo's encouragement and Wen Chan's instigation, several elders reluctantly agreed.

Both the monk and Liu Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The meal lasted until midnight. After the Spring Festival Gala ended, Chen Bozheng and the others took firecrackers and went out to set them off.

I don't know if it's a custom or what, but right after the Spring Festival Gala ended, the whole of Beijing was filled with the sound of firecrackers.

The next day, when Wen Chan woke up, she could still smell a strong sulfur odor in her nose.

She looked towards the bedside, where Chen Bo had gotten up sometime earlier, and she could hear some voices coming from outside the door.

Wen Chan slipped on her shoes and went out wearing a coat, only to find Chen Bo there making red envelopes, with a stack of ten-yuan notes on the table.

She walked over, smiling, picked up a wad of cash, and fiddled with it. "Boss Chen, getting up so early to do this, why such a big red envelope? Who's it for?"

A red envelope containing ten yuan is a bit too small to give to monks, and he doesn't have any relatives to give it to.

Chen Bozheng neatly smeared the red envelope with rice cereal, saying, "Give it to the children who come to wish us a Happy New Year. It's good that you're up; I think they'll be coming to wish us a Happy New Year soon."

"That's too much," Wen Chan said, sitting down to help him wrap them.

She found this matter somewhat interesting.

Chen Bozheng said, "This year, many factories are unable to pay wages, so I can't pay them openly. I'll just give them some subsidies."

He looked at Wen Chan and said, "In the years after my grandfather passed away, the neighbors took good care of me."

These neighbors may not have much money, but they would give him a meal, help him wash his clothes, mend his mosquito net, and take him to the doctor when he was sick. They did all these things without complaint.

Even the stingiest old folks wouldn't hesitate to give Chen Bozheng a bowl of rice.

Wen Chan then understood why he was given ten yuan.

Ten yuan is not a small amount. If the family manages to make do, it's enough to buy rice and flour for several days. If split up, it can also be used to give small red envelopes to the children of relatives and friends.