Who would still start a business seriously after being reborn?

Chapter 7: It feels so good to have a heart-to-heart with my son

Chu Yue'e sat next to Cheng Yi and said, "Xiao Yi, don't blame us for nagging, you￥&*%#..."

The lingering chatter in his ears not only maximized Cheng Yi's sense of nostalgia, but also pushed his sense of integration to the limit, completely dispelling Cheng Yi's excitement when he first met his young parents.

Seeing that Cheng Yi was silent as usual, Chu Yue'e knew that her nagging was in vain.

But when it comes to nagging, just say it out loud.

Whether others can listen to it or not does not affect your own sense of satisfaction.

Chu Yue'e stood up and said earnestly, "Hey, if you were half as obedient as Yuxi, I would...your father would die immediately and rest in peace."

"Huh???" Cheng Jianshu looked at his wife with a puzzled look, his face full of question marks.

Just educate your children, why do you have to have someone die to set the mood?

"I understand. I will follow Yuxi's example. I'm so sleepy. I'm going to take a nap." Cheng Yi yawned and walked into his bedroom in a daze.

This wasn't a strategy of his to gradually become a good person, but he was really sleepy after staying up all night.

His bedroom was very small, only big enough for a single bed and a small desk.

Various study materials are placed on the bookshelf of the desk, and on the wall, there are also many slogans that look very childish and written by himself.

The waves of drowsiness had left him with no energy to look at anything else. He fell down on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

When he woke up in the afternoon, Cheng Yi first let out a long sigh.

Fortunately, I opened my eyes and found myself in this small bedroom.

He was really worried that when he opened his eyes he would be back to the era that made him hate himself.

Walking out of the bedroom, my father Cheng Jianshu was sitting on the sofa studying the newly arrived cigarettes.

Cheng Yi washed his face first, then asked casually, "Dad, is there a problem with Uncle Jiang's factory?"

Cheng Jianshu lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and said, "Yeah, the economic situation has been bad these past two years. I heard it was overproduction caused by the East Asian financial crisis. Anyway, the small food factory is finished. Your Uncle Jiang's factory has over 200,000 worth of goods that can't be sold at all."

"No wonder Yuxi is selling CDs on the street." Cheng Yi nodded.

"Hey, Yuxi is a good kid. She's good at studying and a well-behaved person. She's a hundred times better than you." Cheng Jianshu glanced at Cheng Yi and felt more and more disgusted.

Unfortunately, the law does not allow the replacement of children.

Cheng Yi was silent for a while, then said, "There should be a market tomorrow, right? How about I help Uncle Jiang sell some at the market?"

"Okay, I'll go and help." Cheng Jianshu didn't take Cheng Yi's words to heart.

Although there are many people at the market, it is almost impossible to clear out the food factory’s inventory.

If I can sell dozens of dollars a day, it’s considered good.

However, Cheng Jianshu felt quite relieved in his heart that his son knew how to help, which showed that he had grown up a little.

"Dad, how much does our store earn in a day now?" Cheng Yi asked again, habitually grabbing a cigarette from the table and putting it in his mouth under Cheng Jianshu's astonished gaze.

Light it up out of habit.

Habitual shaking of hands.

Gently stroke the head and spit out a mushroom cloud.

Classic big dragon.

“!!!” Cheng Jianshu’s eyes almost popped out.

His good and obedient son, an excellent student in No. 1 Middle School, would actually go back to school???

Also, why does the way he smokes look so fucking...stylish?
Especially the posture of smoking with his head down, which carries a hint of heartbreaking decadence.

Damn it! Cheng Jianshu cursed inwardly.

Compared with his son, his smoking posture is like that of a country bumpkin.

At this moment, Cheng Jianshu was a little jealous.

He wanted to lose his temper, but couldn't bear to do so.

In recent years, he and his son rarely have such heart-to-heart moments.

On weekdays, when the son comes home, he will only call out "Mom, Mom, Mom." Even if his mother is not at home, his father is nothing.

The father and son spoke no more than a hundred sentences in the entire year.

If I lose my temper, wouldn't that ruin the atmosphere?

Thinking of this, Cheng Jianshu chose to remain silent for the time being.

Well...it's more important for father and son to have a heart-to-heart talk.

"The income is okay." Cheng Jianshu answered irrelevantly, saying, "Don't worry, even if we don't open the store, we will still have no problem supporting you through college."

In fact, Cheng Yi knew that the business in the convenience store must be bad recently without his father's answer.

Cheng Jianshu imitated Cheng Yi and exhaled a puff of smoke. He coughed and cried as he said, "It's really hard to run a small shop now. Two small shops have opened on our street this month, and there's even a chain supermarket at the corner. Your mother and I have discussed it. When you go to college, we'll go work in factories in the south. We can earn more than in a small shop."

Hearing his parents say this, Cheng Yi suddenly remembered that when he went to college in his previous life, his parents did go to the southern city to live with his elder brother Cheng Jian. It seems that they went to the factory together to work from dawn to dusk.

Thinking about how he had spent all his college living expenses on buying gifts for Song Meng, while his parents and elder brother were sweating in a factory in the south, Cheng Yi felt that he was really a worthless person in the past.

Feeling guilty, Cheng Yi said, "Dad, why don't we sell some cheap eggs every day? Just a few cents per pound will do the trick. It should be effective."

"A few cents cheaper? Then we're losing money, aren't we?" Cheng Jianshu still didn't understand what Cheng Yi meant.

Cheng Yi said: "You won't lose too much. Just limit the amount each person makes every day and see the results first. This is a method I read in a book."

"Okay, you've grown up now. I'll listen to you this time." Cheng Jianshu nodded.

His son is now a prospective college student at Handong University, so his words naturally carry some weight.

The most important thing is that his son is willing to chat with him.

It feels so good to have such a close relationship between father and son.

Before Cheng Jianshu could savor the feeling, Chu Yue'e came back with the food.

She stared at the father and son smoking in amazement. She was stunned for a few seconds, and then her blood pressure rose rapidly.

Then, it started to jump wildly.

"Cheng Jianshu! How dare you teach your son to smoke!!!"

"Snapped!"

"I do not have it."

"Snapped!"

"If you don't believe me, ask Xiaoyi."

"Snapped!"

"I was wronged."

"Clap clap clap clap..."

At this time, Cheng Yi had already thrown away the cigarette butt and ran away.

Beating is love and scolding is care. As a son, he should never interfere in the affairs between his parents. This is called filial piety.

While riding his bicycle, he was thinking about how to help Uncle Jiang sell the food.

He rode and thought all the way, and a bold idea slowly came to his mind.

How about making a lottery program that can be operated in the background?

If I want to help Uncle Jiang resolve the crisis right now, I have to take an unconventional approach.

Although it's a bit conscienceless, Uncle Jiang's life and death are more important now.

Conscience is something that can be thrown away temporarily.

After helping Uncle Jiang overcome the crisis, he will pick up his conscience again.

After washing and blowing, he is still a good person.

With a plan in mind, he began to look for programming tool installation CDs in major bookstores in the county.

(End of this chapter)