The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

Chapter 8 Going to My Wife's House

To be honest, Chen Pingsheng himself admitted that he had acted a little impulsively.

However, there is a reason for everything. In the past few years, every time he went to his mother-in-law's house, Song Yanxi suffered cold treatment because of his undignified job.

With only two days left until Chinese New Year, he was determined to buy his wife a nice car so everyone could see it.

He, Chen Pingsheng, is definitely someone you can entrust your life to.

As for the rest, we'll talk about them later.

Song Yanxi got her driver's license a long time ago, but she rarely drives and isn't very skilled, so she drove at a snail's pace of 30 miles per hour on the road.

Little An'an was even more excited than her, her little bottom swaying back and forth as she sat in the back, her nearly missing front teeth still laughing non-stop.

She kept asking her father questions, such as what this is for and what that is for.

Can the big truck watch cartoons or something?

This has to be arranged; I plan to buy her a small iPad during the Chinese New Year.

"Honey, how come you have hundreds of thousands more?"

After adjusting for a bit, Song Yanxi felt less nervous and asked the question that had been bothering her for a long time.

"Of course, it's from selling durians."

Chen Pingsheng said, "You don't know, after I used 190,000 to stock up on goods, a blizzard started outside in less than a day. Durians couldn't get in, so the price naturally skyrocketed. I took advantage of this opportunity to make a little more money."

Song Yanxi had no suspicions; she was naturally happy that her husband could earn money.

"You've used all your money to buy a car, what about the house?"

"There's no need to rush this. An'an won't start first grade until after June next year."

Chen Pingsheng, holding Xiao An'an, said, "Since we're going to buy a house, I think we should buy a bigger one. When my income is more stable next year, we can have another one."

Still want to have more children?
Song Yanxi had no objection to this; if a family has the means, one child is indeed too few.

I didn't dare to think about this before, but now I can consider it more.

When he got home, his childhood friend, the young marshal, even bought a large string of firecrackers.

Then tie a red ribbon to the new car, and it keeps popping and crackling.

Of course, red envelopes are also indispensable.

If this happened in a rural area, and someone bought an Audi A4L outright, that would be big news.

There's nothing special about it in the capital.

Chen Pingsheng plans to spend another three months resolving the housing issue, as durians won't sell as well after the New Year.

He also needs to think more about other sources of income.

……

The day before the new year.

Song Wu was still busy having a reunion with her classmates.

She is only two years younger than Song Yanxi. Her older sister grew up with her grandparents, but she was different.

I was taken back to Beijing when I was in junior high school.

Having lived in Beijing with my parents for a long time, I naturally developed an arrogant attitude.

To be honest, her family was at most considered middle class in Beijing.

Her mother was a native of Beijing, but her father was not.

With the support of the older generation, my parents were able to settle down in the capital city.

The house isn't big; it has three bedrooms and a living room, totaling 120 square meters.

If you exclude the shared area, it would be at most around one hundred.

The reason Song Wu looked down on her brother-in-law, who was from out of town, was mainly due to the sense of superiority that people from the capital city naturally possess.

In their eyes, outsiders are born inferior.

Besides, her brother-in-law's profession is simply shameful. If she becomes a big star in the future, and people find out that her brother-in-law sells durians on the street, it will be a direct smear on her reputation.

That's why I kept thinking about getting my sister to get a divorce.

"Hey... Xiao Wu, quickly check your sister's WeChat Moments."

"What's so interesting about her WeChat Moments? It's either pictures of her husband or pictures of her daughter, Xiao An'an."

Song Wu felt that her sister had simply lived in the countryside for too long, which was why she had developed such rustic habits.

She's nothing like her.

They're either showing off high-end restaurants or afternoon tea.

"Your sister bought a car."

Song's father quite liked Chen Pingsheng, but unfortunately his opinion didn't matter at all in this family.

The family's power structure was entirely controlled by Song Ma, a woman from Beijing. "What kind of car can she afford?"

Song Wu didn't think much of it, but when she clicked on it, she was surprised to find that it was her favorite little Audi.

She sat up abruptly.

"That's strange, did my sister take this picture with someone else's car?"

"You think your sister is like you?"

Mr. Song said irritably, "You've been so hardworking all your life, you've already saved enough money to buy a car. What's so strange about buying an Audi A4 like this now?"

"Then he must have paid a down payment of 20% or 30% as well."

Song Wu didn't care. Too many of her classmates drove luxury cars, and a small Audi A4 wasn't enough to make her envious.

Once she becomes a big star, she can easily earn several small Audis just by filming a single scene.

“Your sister is coming home soon. Put away your airs and be more polite to your brother-in-law. They have a tough life too.”

Mr. Song offered kind words of advice.

Song Wu pursed her lips and ignored her completely; there was no way she could respect a street vendor selling durians.

The main problem is that it's embarrassing to talk about it; she finds it hard to bring herself to say it.

The family prepares the tableware and dishes for the New Year, and the next day they reunite to welcome the New Year.

This time, Chen Pingsheng brought quite a few gifts: two packs of red BJ cigarettes and a pair of Feitian Moutai liquors.

He also brought two large durians; he arrived with his family at eight in the morning.

Mr. Song had already prepared a table full of family reunion dinner.

"Pingsheng, why are you bringing so many gifts again?"

The two families weren't actually that far apart, but because his sister-in-law and Song Ma never gave him a second glance, Chen Pingsheng would never visit them except during holidays like Chinese New Year.

Only Song's father truly treated him as a son-in-law who had moved in with his wife's family.

"They're just small gifts, not worth much money."

He's not exactly a social person and doesn't say many polite things.

Mr. Song gestured for him to sit next to him, but Mrs. Song rolled her eyes at him the moment he came in.

She took her daughter aside to chat.

"Sis, I heard you bought a car. How much was the down payment again?"

Song Wu was raised in the countryside by her older sister when she was young, but her personality changed after she came to the capital.

"There was no down payment; your brother-in-law bought it outright."

No matter when or where, Song Yanxi will always speak up for her man.

Song Wu frowned slightly, not believing it at all. "He can buy an Audi in cash?"

"What's the big deal? Your brother-in-law's income isn't low."

If it weren't for the Chinese New Year, Song Wu would definitely have said, according to her own temper, that he wasn't my brother-in-law.

I never truly acknowledged this person in my heart.

"Daughter, you're not lying to your mother, are you? He really bought it for you in full?"

"The difference between paying in full and paying in installments is huge," Song Ma couldn't help but confirm.

“My mom wasn’t lying; my dad bought it with cash.”

Little An'an pouted and replied. Although she was young, she knew how to side with her father.

Song Ma snorted: "After following him for so many years, he's finally done something decent. But now that you've all used the money to buy cars, what about the house? You can't keep renting in Beijing, can you?"

"Of course not."

Song Yanxi doesn't like going home because her sister and mother are both very unfriendly to Chen Pingsheng.

No matter what he does, he is still looked down upon by them.

This time, she decided to lay it all out: "Mom, I know you've always looked down on Pingsheng, but you've seen how many years he's been in Beijing. Has he ever been lazy? Never, right?"

"For someone his age to be living away from home without relying on his parents, and still having to support his family, his daughter, buy a house, and a car, that's already very difficult."

“Now that he bought me a car, you still look at him with prejudice. You're just worried that he can't afford a house in Beijing. Even if we can only rent, our lives won't be too bad. After all, your daughter still has several hundred thousand yuan in savings.”

“This is all earned through his life’s work, risking his life to earn it. What more do you want from him?”

As she spoke, tears began to fall again.

It's nothing else, I just feel wronged, wronged because my family doesn't understand me.

"Mom, don't cry."

Xiao An'an was very obedient and immediately handed her a tissue.

(End of this chapter)