Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

After finishing his meal, Li Weidong, clutching Jiang Mian's latest drawings, rushed back to the factory like a man possessed, full of energy, to report.

Only Jiang Mian, Lu Ting, and Zhang Wenyuan remained in the private room.

As the atmosphere quieted down, Zhang Wenyuan looked at the bulging canvas bag on the table and still felt it was a bit unreal.

"Sister-in-law, look, about the house... my cousin has already agreed, it's five thousand five hundred yuan."

He said that as long as the money is in place, we can go to the housing management office to complete the procedures at any time. We are…

What he really wanted to ask was whether he had enough money now.

Although I've earned over two thousand now, I'm still far from five thousand five.

However, Zhang Wenyuan wasn't worried about this issue at all. Not to mention the commission from the batwing shirt, the preserved eggs that Er Gouzi had brought over these past few days were already bringing in tens of yuan a day.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the daily income of fifty-odd yuan is nothing compared to the commission from selling clothes.

But this is a sustainable and stable income; Er Gouzi now delivers about 150 preserved eggs every day.

With this income alone, he could buy his cousin's two-story villa in just three months!

Jiang Mian took the telegram, glanced at it again, then looked up and said decisively, "Do it! Do it now!"

"Now?" Zhang Wenyuan hesitated for a moment. "But sister-in-law, this money..."

Although he wasn't worried about Jiang Mianqian's money, it was, after all, his cousin's house, and they were demanding cash payment, so Zhang Wenyuan hesitated for a moment.

"You don't need to worry about the money," Jiang Mian interrupted him. "We'll go through the formalities first, and we'll definitely be able to raise the money for you today."

She already had a plan in mind.

I currently have over 3,300 yuan, and I'm still short a little over 2,000 yuan.

We can get an advance from the textile factory for this money.

Li Weidong and Factory Director Wang now treat them like gods of wealth, and they would never refuse an advance of more than two thousand yuan as a deposit.

They use their future money to buy their current houses, getting something for nothing.

Hearing Jiang Mian's confident words, Zhang Wenyuan didn't press further.

"Alright! I'll take you to the housing management office to ask about the procedures."

The three of them set off immediately.

As they walked from the restaurant toward the housing management office, Lu Ting remained silent.

Jiang Mian could sense that the man beside her seemed a little down.

She quietly reached out and hooked her little finger with Lu Ting's.

Lu Ting stiffened, then grabbed her small hand and grasped it firmly in his large palm.

His palms were warm, his large, calloused hands holding Jiang Mian's soft little hands, giving her an indescribable sense of security.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Jiang Mian turned her head and asked him softly.

Lu Ting shook his head, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

"Are you feeling a little upset because... I earned more money today than you did hunting so hard?" Jiang Mian hit the nail on the head.

She understands a man's pride.

Especially in this era, men are the pillars of the family.

As a result, it seems that he, the breadwinner, doesn't earn as much money as his wife does.

Lu Ting paused, surprised that his wife would be so blunt.

He didn't deny it, but just gave a muffled "hmm".

indeed.

When Lu Ting saw that big bag of money, besides being happy for his wife, he also felt a strange mix of emotions.

It was a feeling of... helplessness.

He felt like he was becoming increasingly useless.

His wife is becoming more and more capable, while he himself seems to have nothing to offer her except his physical strength.

Even the money to buy a house ultimately had to be earned by the wife herself.

This feeling made Lu Ting feel suffocated.

"Silly boy." Jiang Mian was both annoyed and amused by his appearance.

Jiang Mian held Lu Ting's hand, falling a few steps behind Zhang Wenyuan who was walking ahead.

"Honey, look at me."

Lu Ting turned his head, his dark eyes looking at her.

"Remember this," Jiang Mian said seriously, "we are husband and wife, family. My money is your money."

"You should be happy that I can make money, because you won't have to work so hard anymore."

"Besides, who said you're useless?"

She shook the hand the man was holding. "Tell me, if it weren't for you, would I dare to go to the county town alone?"

"Without you, how could I handle those awful relatives in the village who are always trying to take advantage of me?"

"If it weren't for you, would Li Weidong and the others have dared to give me the money so readily today?"

With each question Jiang Mian asked, Lu Ting's eyes lit up a little more.

"They're not afraid of me, they're afraid of you," Jiang Mian whispered in his ear.

"You are my support, my source of confidence."

"I'll handle the talking from the outside, and you'll back me up from behind. If anyone dares to disobey, you can beat them up with your fists the size of sandbags."

"We're working together, and neither of us can be missing, understand?"

"Just stay with me, protect me, and don't let anyone bully me."

"From now on, I'll be responsible for earning money to support the family, and you'll be responsible for being beautiful."

"Making money isn't suitable for you, I'll do it."

If others heard this absurd logic, they would be utterly astonished.

But to Lu Ting, it was like a warm current that instantly dispelled all the gloom and inferiority in his heart.

So that's how important I am to my wife.

It turns out that I was her support and her source of confidence.

I am not a useless person.

Lu Ting's heart began to pound uncontrollably again.

Looking at his wife's beautiful, smiling face so close to his, his Adam's apple bobbed.

He gripped Jiang Mian's small hand even tighter, using all his strength to squeeze out a single word.

"it is good."

From then on, he became his wife's support.

Anyone who dares to bully his wife, he'll break their legs.

Seeing the man regain his spirits, Jiang Mian smiled with satisfaction.

Get it done.

Men are like children; just coax them a little.

Especially for a pure-hearted, rough man like Lu Ting, who has a strong sense of self-respect but is also somewhat insecure, you have to stroke him the right way.

The best encouragement is to make him feel needed and a strong, upright man.

……

the other side.

After leaving the textile factory, Su Rou did not go home, but wandered aimlessly through the streets.

Director Wang's words, "immoral and corrupt," were like a thorn, deeply embedded in her heart.

She couldn't understand why something that could clearly lead the trend became so unbearable in the mouths of these people.

Was she really wrong?

No, she did nothing wrong!

The problem lies with this era, and with these people whose thinking is too backward and ignorant!

As she walked through the fairly bustling streets, she suddenly saw several other educated youth like herself who, for various reasons, were unable to return to the city and could only remain in the countryside or small county towns as workers.

At this moment, these educated youths were gathered together complaining about the boredom of their lives and their meager wages.

A thought suddenly flashed through Su Rou's mind.

It's indeed difficult for her to succeed on her own, since she has no money or connections.

But what if she could unite these people?

They too were dissatisfied with the status quo, longed to change their fate, and desired to make a lot of money.

They will be my best partners!

Thinking of this, Su Rou's eyes lit up again.