Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 7: Explaining Chinese Characters
Zeng Wenjie had been looking forward to meeting his father the whole day, and when he saw him coming back with a tired look on his face, he couldn't help but smile.

"Have you eaten yet?" Grandpa glanced at his son and asked lightly.

"I've eaten it." Zeng Xiangdong nodded and patted the skewers on his waist with a smile.

This string of bags is one of the essential equipment for gold traders. It is tied around the waist like a belt, with two bags on the left and right sides and another bag at the back, which is convenient for receiving goods and storing money.

Grandpa nodded and said, "I heard from Xiao Wu that there have been nearly two hundred missing persons in our area this year. You're in the gold business, so keep your head clear."

Zeng Xiangdong said, "I know, don't worry, Dad. In a few years, when I make a lot of money, I will take you to the city to enjoy a good life."

Grandpa said no more and went out for a walk with his hands behind his back.

"Dad, I have something to talk to you about." Zeng Wenjie waited until the father and son finished talking before he dared to interrupt.

Zeng Xiangdong glanced at him and asked, "Are you short of money again? Didn't I just give you two hundred yuan the day before yesterday?"

Zeng Wenjie was at a loss whether to laugh or cry after hearing this. After all, what serious matters could a boy of this age have when asking his parents for help? Isn't he just asking for help?
"I'm not asking you for money, I want to talk to you about the gold business." Zeng Wenjie said.

"Haha, let's chat then." Zeng Xiangdong went into the house and poured a cup of tea, then unwrapped the string bag and began to count the money inside.

The gold diggers in Baishui Town go out early and come back late. If they are lucky, they can make some money in the afternoon.

If you're unlucky... you might end up as a corpse buried in the sand under the mine.

This era was a relatively wild era, especially the gold mining area in Baishui Town, which attracted many people from all over the country, including some desperate criminals who were willing to sacrifice their lives for their own benefit.

Otherwise, Wu Hongwu would not have reminded his grandfather that there have been nearly two hundred disappearances this year, and asked Zeng Xiangdong to be careful when doing business.

Zeng Wenjie didn't intend to beat around the bush with his father, but said seriously: "Dad, you have 50,000 yuan in your hand, and your partner Zhang Laosan only has 3,000 yuan. But your losses and profits must be split in half. Do you think this is fair to you?"

Zeng Xiangdong was stunned for a moment, reaching out to take out a cigarette, and gave Zeng Wenjie a deep look. He said, "How did you get this information? This is indeed unfair, but there's nothing we can do. Just bear with it for a few more months."

Zeng Xiangdong is not a stubborn person. He has long been thinking about leaving Zhang Laosan and going it alone once the business is fully underway.

In his previous life, he did so and made a lot of money, but when Zeng Wenjie thinks about it now, it can only be regarded as a small amount of money.

"I understand the technology of refining gold, and I have also figured out the process of receiving and selling goods. Now I can leave Zhang Laosan and work on my own." Zeng Wenjie thought for a moment, then said seriously.

"Are you kidding me?" Zeng Xiangdong rolled his eyes and didn't believe it at all.

Zeng Wenjie smiled and said, "Dad, I'm a college student after all, and a science student at that! I've been visiting our chemistry teacher a while ago and learned some new knowledge from him. It's no problem for me to refine gold."

Zeng Xiangdong looked at Zeng Wenjie doubtfully.

In his impression, Zeng Wenjie was naughty and playful. Even when it came to his studies, he only took them seriously in the last two months, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to go to university.

But he felt that although his son was naughty, he was still smart. Otherwise, how could he improve his grades and get into a second-tier university in just two months?

"Then, whenever I had time, I would listen to the conversations of those Mr. Jins, and piece by piece, I have sorted out a complete clue." Zeng Wenjie continued.

Zeng Xiangdong looked at his son and asked doubtfully, "Something's wrong. Weren't you chasing after the girl from Boss Yang's family a while ago, desperately trying to get her to do something?"

Zeng Wenjie sneered and said, "What's the point of being so desperate? It's just a game! Dad, let me tell you, do you know how to write the word 'male'?" He used the "explaining Chinese characters" that his father used to do most often after drinking in his previous life to win his trust.

Zeng Xiangdong certainly knew that although Lao Zeng didn't make much money now and was only a graduate of a technical school, he had traveled all over the country and also liked reading books and newspapers.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Zeng Xiangdong smoked a cigarette and looked at his son meaningfully, with a smile on his face.

"This character, the character for field, has a "force" under it. Since ancient times, food has been the people's primary need, and fields are the source of food. It's very simple to explain: a man must hold up the sky with his own strength." Zeng Wenjie wrote this character by scratching on the ground with a carbon rod.

Zeng Xiangdong looked at the words on the ground and thought they looked like dog crawling, which was a bit funny, but after listening to what he said, he found them particularly profound.

"In ancient times, people were considered adults only when they performed the coming-of-age ceremony at the age of 20. Now, 18 years old is an adult! I am already 18 years old and a few months old, and I am also a real man. Of course, I have to do my best to help you, dad, carry this piece of sky." Zeng Wenjie said slowly.

Zeng Xiangdong didn't say anything, but he was shocked in his heart. He knew his son's character and level too well. He never thought that he would hear such words from his eighteen-year-old son!
He smoked slowly and said, "How do you want to help me?"

Zeng Wenjie took a look at his father's bag and said, "You should have some raw gold here, right? Give me some, and then lend me some equipment and sulfuric acid. I'll purify some gold and show you."

Zeng Xiangdong touched the skewers bag and took out a cardboard package from it, which was wrapped with plastic tape.

"Here, take them. These are some raw materials I collected today. I plan to save some and give them to Zhang Laosan for refining tomorrow. If you can do it, then give it a try." Zeng Xiangdong smiled and threw the raw materials to Zeng Wenjie.

Zeng Wenjie took the goods and said with a happy smile, "Please lend me a stove, a scale, concentrated sulfuric acid, a beaker, and other things."

Zeng Xiangdong threw the cigarette butt into the dusty brazier and said, "I've prepared these things a long time ago. They're all hidden in the small warehouse on the second floor. I'll take you there to get them."

Zeng Wenjie couldn't help but laugh strangely. It seemed that he had underestimated his father's brain. He didn't expect that he had already prepared for it!
Refining gold is a technical job and it is not easy to learn. In his previous life, my father worked with Zhang Laosan for half a year before he gradually figured out the tricks.

But now, there is no need to wait for half a year, Zeng Wenjie can do this job!
"What are you and your son doing?" Mom ran out when she heard the noise and asked in confusion.

"Wenjie has grown up now. Let him help me with something." Zeng Xiangdong said with a smile.

The mother was stunned and was about to say that her son was just an adult and didn't know shit, but for no reason she remembered what her son said to her, "Mom loves you" before he went out at noon, and a smile appeared on her face.

Rarely, she didn't use the repressive education style of her Chinese parents. Instead, she nodded and said to Zeng Wenjie, "Then you should help your dad and make more money. When you go to college, I will give you an extra 200 yuan for living expenses."

"Okay, Mom! Love you, see you tomorrow!" Zeng Wenjie blew a kiss to his mother.

My mother rolled her eyes at him and walked away with a slightly red face.

The father and son moved all the things into a separate small room in the backyard and began to install them.

Zeng Xiangdong was surprised to find that his son, who had always been lazy and fond of eating, had strong hands-on skills. He was even more skillful than him and got all the necessary tools ready in no time.

"If there wasn't a statue of a great man guarding his home, I would have suspected that he was possessed by some evil spirit..."

Zeng Xiangdong thought.

There is no doubt that no one will not admire the elderly.

(End of this chapter)