After I was in debt of one million, I opened a factory in the 1990s

Chapter 665 Extra 2 Cui Xiaobao
My mother treats me with all her heart. When she sent me to school, she saw that the accommodation conditions in the school dormitory were poor, so she bought me a house in the community opposite my school and hired a part-time worker to take care of me on time.

But I didn't want to be special, so I went back to live in the dormitory and rented out the house as my pocket money. When I graduated, the price of the house had doubled, so I sold it and bought two small apartments a little further away to rent out to students preparing for postgraduate entrance exams. Now the rent of the two houses is more than one person's salary.

During my four years in college, I never had to worry about clothes for the four festivals, daily necessities, meal expenses on my campus card, etc. My mother would never let me go without any money.

The people in my dormitory were so envious that their eyes were red like rabbits every day. If I didn't tell them, no one would know that she was not my biological mother at all.

Everyone thought that my family had a business, and that I would study financial management or furniture-related design in college, but no one expected that I would become a "coder". There is no other reason for this, I just like it.

I love making furniture, but I also love being immersed in the world of binary.

As for furniture, I learned it thoroughly in the factory in junior high and high school, whether it is the craftsmanship or the drawing design. The old masters in the factory, such as Zhang Fengming, Xing Qingfeng, Uncle Dagang, etc., are my masters. They all said that there was nothing more to teach me, so there was no point in me studying design again, so I simply chose the major I like.

No one in the family objected.

Ever since the fire, our family’s survival philosophy has been “As long as my family members are alive and well, we can do anything.”

Life is short, what matters most is what you like.

After graduating from university, I did not continue to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination. Instead, I signed a contract with a technology company in Shanghai and worked as an intern there.

In the words of my aunt, one has to work like a cow or a horse for others and suffer a little before one can realize how happy life is without being a cow or a horse.

Growing up, I believed my aunt's words without a doubt. It's not easy to be a "cow horse". When I first joined the team, I encountered a big project. I worked overtime day and night. It took more than two months for the project to be successfully completed.

Then, the company booked a very high-end leisure and entertainment venue in Shanghai for us to celebrate together, with an all-in-one package of eating, drinking, singing and having fun. The company paid for everything, and we were all so happy.

To be honest, due to family reasons, I have been exposed to too many of these things since I was a child. After all, my uncle's family runs hotels and other entertainment and service venues, so I am not very interested in them.

After dinner, they were having fun singing and playing cards in the house, and I ran outside, found a lounge chair, sat down and basked in the sun.

I was used to the night, and the sunlight during the day was too glaring, so I took off my coat and covered my face with it.

Basking in the warm sunshine, I fell asleep unknowingly. Suddenly, I heard a noise. I opened my eyes and saw that one of the hotel’s cleaners accidentally dropped garbage on a grumpy "little fairy" in our group.

The little fairy's name is Zhong Haohao, which is the same as the company's boss's surname. Yes, you guessed it right, she is the boss's daughter, and she is here to experience life in the company.

Zhong Haohao has a slim figure and is very beautiful, but she has a bad temper and is a germaphobe. People in the company usually talk to her at a distance of at least two meters, for fear that they might accidentally spit at her and be disliked by others.

The cleaning lady took the cleaning tools and kept apologizing to Zhong, "I'm sorry, Miss."

Zhong Haohao rebuked the cleaning lady with disgust, "What's the use of saying sorry? My skirt is a high-end one. If it gets dirty, it will cost thousands of dollars to clean it up. Can you afford it?"