70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 270 Selling Gossip About My Uncle

He Yuan pinched the bridge of his nose, a helpless smile appearing on his face. "I'm not that fragile."

Chen Qing pondered the current value of ten million yuan in foreign exchange, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had found an extraordinary partner. She raised her head slightly and asked curiously, "He Yuan, in your eyes, what is my IQ?"

He Yuan pondered for a moment and replied, "You are the smartest."

Chen Qing hesitated, thinking he was a bit too love-struck: "Okay then, I'm the smartest."

Seeing her dismissive attitude, He Yuan frowned slightly: "I'm serious, be serious."

Chen Qing's expression immediately changed. "Okay, okay, I'm serious."

"Chen Qing!"

He Yuan was so angry that he wanted to pinch her cheek.

Seeing that he was about to get angry, Chen Qing quickly changed the subject: "Have you applied for a patent?"

One point that is now criticized by later generations is that the things developed by scientists were not patented.

Even if you make something yourself, you'll still have to pay patent fees to others in the future.

He Yuan's expression slightly changed, and a dark glint flashed in his narrow eyes: "I applied before."

Chen Qing: "And then?"

He Yuan: "It's like a stone sinking into the sea."

Many senior figures in China have experience going abroad and know the importance of patents.

They delivered a lot.

He himself was not giving up and had tried.

Due to the national circumstances, he, like his predecessors, submitted his patent applications to foreign patent companies and patent organizations.

They swallowed it all once it was submitted.

Since it was no use, everyone simply gave up.

A weak nation has no diplomacy.

That's it.

The two suddenly fell silent.

On their way home, seeing Xiaoyu's puffed-up cheeks, the two were finally able to put aside their heavy mood.

Xiaoyu turned to the side and announced in her childish voice, "I'm angry."

Chen Qing: "It was my fault."

She nudged He Yuan with her elbow.

He Yuan then apologized, "It's simply unforgivable."

"Why did you come back so late?" Xiaoyu stood on the steps, arms crossed, deliberately looking down angrily, her cheeks puffed out, and she unconsciously squeezed out a cute double chin.

Chubby and plump.

So cute.

Chen Qing wanted to give the girl a pat, but the girl was in a bad mood, so he quickly said, "I'm working overtime."

He Yuan told the truth: "I heard that your aunt hadn't finished get off work yet, so she waited at the factory gate for a while."

Seeing that they hadn't intentionally come home late, Xiaoyu glanced around and decided to generously forgive them, saying, "Seeing your good attitude, the organization has decided to forgive you."

She opened her arms to hug him.

Chen Qing quickly stepped forward and hugged her, nuzzling her soft cheek. "Are you cold?"

Xiaoyu shook her head: "It's not cold. Just now, Mao Mao was teaching me Russian at the door, and then his father took him away."

He Yuxiang had already prepared dinner inside. Seeing that they had returned, he quickly brought out the warm food.

He Yuxiang said, "An old man fell down, so there's a high chance we won't have a family dinner this Chinese New Year."

Chen Qing: "Is it serious?"

He Yuxiang shook his head: "I don't know. I didn't go to the hospital, but the old lady was crying very badly. I prepared ten eggs, and we'll take them over later."

"Row."

The family quickly finished their meal, then carried ten eggs in a small basket to the door of an old man's house.

An old man sat in the hall, covering his face with his hands, looking extremely embarrassed.

An old woman slapped her thigh and chanted: "He's heartless! He hit my old man and ran away. Why didn't God strike him with lightning? This kind of person deserves to have children without an anus, starve to death in his old age, and have grass grow taller than a person on his grave."

Chen Qing: Six
The neighbors inside the house were all comforting her.

An old man, unable to bear it any longer, said, "It's just a scrape, it hurts a little when I walk."

Taking advantage of the moment before the old lady and the old man started arguing, Chen Qing quickly presented his gift.

When the old lady saw the ten eggs piled high, her angry expression vanished, and she smiled like a flower.

Realizing something was wrong, she quickly cried out, "Xiaoqing, you have no idea, your uncle almost scared me to death!" "Yes, you can keep these eggs, give them to your uncle to help him recover."

"Hey, alright, you young people are so generous, giving away ten eggs right off the bat."

"I'm so happy," the old lady said.

An old man coughed loudly.

The neighbors didn't look too happy. Everyone is having a hard time these days, and it's already very kind of them to offer two or three eggs.

Chen Qing explained, "We are two households that have merged."

The old lady suddenly realized.

right.

They're not married yet.

Thinking that the young couple could each earn ninety-nine yuan, yet they only brought over a small amount of eggs, he pursed his lips and his attitude immediately turned sour.

She asked, "Do you want this basket?"

Chen Qing smiled and said, "Yes."

She forcefully snatched the small basket away.

An older woman muttered to herself: "They really don't know how to respect the elderly and care for the young."

But considering Chen Qing's personality—that he could slap her a few times in a minute—the old woman chose to remain silent.

Chen Qing greeted the old man and prepared to go home.

People working at the machine factory quickly asked Chen Qing, "Xiao Qing, are all those things you said in the machine factory's broadcast room true? You have no idea, our workshop is in an uproar."

Speaking of the afternoon broadcast...

Everyone turned to look at her.

Chen Qing shrugged: "I don't know, I was just making it up."

That's nonsense; seven people dismounted.

Great!

After Xiaoyu returned home with her aunt, she sat cross-legged on the long bench in the main hall and asked her aunt expectantly, "Auntie, what kind of gossip is it?"

Chen Qing then told her everything in detail, even breaking it down for a five-year-old girl.

Xiaoyu was completely confused.

But I remembered it.

He Yuxiang also silently made a note of it.

His aunt really has a whole repertoire of dirty tricks.

He Yuan didn't work overtime today. He helped cut the red envelopes so that they could be given out during the New Year. He watched as she gently taught Xiao Yu how to defend herself and how to fight back when encountering people who spread rumors. The smile in her dark eyes became more and more obvious.

Chen Qing clapped his hands: "Okay, that concludes Chen Qing's mini-lesson."

Xiaoyu blinked: "Okay."

He Yuxiang told his sister to take a bath.

He pondered his aunt's words and felt that she made a lot of sense, so he put them to use immediately: "I know my uncle's gossip, Auntie, do you want to buy some?"

Chen Qing: "Yes!"

He Yuan was taken aback: "He Yuxiang, you even make money this way."

"why not?"

He Yuxiang countered with a question.

Chen Qing asked, "How much?"

He Yuxiang: "One yuan."

He then said to his uncle, "If you want to buy back your gossip, you can give me two dollars."

He Yuan laughed angrily: "You dare to ask for two yuan for this business with no investment!"

"To buy or not to buy?"

He Yuxiang asked.

He Yuan refused.

Resist unscrupulous merchants, starting with him.

In reality: He had no money.

All his money is with Chen Qing.

Chen Qing looked at He Yuxiang with great interest: "Quickly, tell me about it."

"Your uncle burned a love letter that someone else gave you."