I'm incredibly ambitious after being reborn.

Chapter 35 Before the Engagement Banquet
There are some complicated things to do when organizing an engagement party, such as choosing clothes, the venue for the banquet, and return gifts. All the formal procedures must be followed.

That's how all decent wives are.

"Sister Yu, have you lost weight?"

"You seem to have lost a bit of weight."

"We need to catch up as soon as possible."

"Huh? Isn't being slim a good thing?"

"You don't know anything. Models' figures are only good at first glance. Touching them is no different from touching a lamb spine or braised pork ribs. Sister Yu, your kind of fleshy figure is the real gem. It's no exaggeration to say that you're one in a million."

"Haha."

Upon hearing her husband say this, Sang Yuke immediately became excited and snuggled up to Zhang Daxiang, giving him a little coquettish gesture.

What nonsense about small branches bearing abundant fruit? It's all rubbish.

If you can't feel it, it's not a waist; if you've had two ribs removed, there's even less reason to touch it, you might as well use that time to knead dough.

"Hey, shopkeeper, I heard that the big department stores in Pingjiang can customize bras? I want to have one made to fit properly, otherwise the ones I make myself won't be enough."

"For those bras with underwires, you have to measure the underwire first and then make the cups..."

Zhang Daxiang nodded, forgetting that carrying several bottles of mineral water around his neck every day was indeed a burden. However, while there were many tailors in Jiyang City who made custom-made clothes, there were none who were proficient in women's underwear.

The only place around here that does this kind of research is in Pingjiang. Of course, you don't have to go to Pingjiang; there are places like Chongchuan City on the other side of the Yangtze River, but they haven't industrialized it yet; they just do some low-end OEM work.

Chongchuan City's current flagship product in this area is the "padded bra series" exported to Japan and South Korea. Especially in Japan, all bra sizes are falsely labeled as one size, so many brothels' F cups are actually "E+ padded bras."

"Once 'Zhang Family Canteen' is operating stably after school starts in September, I'll go to Chongchuan City. I have a distant cousin who does research on women's clothing at Chongchuan Textile College. I can ask her to help me customize a batch, so you won't have to make your own breast bibs later."

"Baby bag... haha."

Sang Yuke was both angry and amused, and slapped Zhang Daxiang's arm in a gesture that was both reproachful and angry.

Today, besides Sang Yuke trying on clothes, Zhang Daxiang himself also wanted to. After putting on a suit, he did indeed have that feeling of being ready to clean up his act and go ashore at any moment.

If his hair weren't so short, Zhang Daxiang would have been thinking of getting a middle part.

The result of long-term outdoor work is dark skin. After wearing sunglasses, there is no trace of youthful vibe. Of course, Sang Yuke next to him has a naturally serene face, so she has very little girlishness. At first glance, she looks like Guanyin dressed in a red wedding dress.

The two of them combined their temperaments, creating a harmonious yet eerie atmosphere. Even the old man Zhang Qihui wondered if he should have his fortune told again.

Then the old man was chased away by the eldest brother, Zhang Qiding.

"Little elephant, when is your great-grandfather's superior arriving?"

Zhang Qiding, holding his teacup, was anxious about this, because a high-class figure had arrived. As a retired school principal, Zhang Qiding had definitely invited all the local bigwigs he could.

The news actually reached various government departments, and normally the departments with the relevant expertise would come to offer their condolences.

As descendants of martyrs, this is only right.

But things still exceeded Zhang Qiding's expectations. The main reason was that he didn't expect that the person from Zhang Qiheng's original unit was of such a high rank and was still alive after retirement, so the personal secretary he sent was also not simple.

The level is beyond comprehension; it means nothing to Zhangshi Village, but it's completely different for Jiyang City.

They had to show some appreciation. So what was originally planned as a meal in the countryside was eventually moved to a five-star hotel in the city. The Zhang family only knew what functions it had, but it had nothing to do with them.

After all, the few people in the hotel who were related to the Zhang family, besides the doorman and the cleaning lady, were probably the kitchen staff who washed vegetables.

The Zhang family did not know anyone else in the hotel's other departments.

There are still some differences between Brahmins and Kshatriyas.

Zhang Qiding wasn't worried about whether anyone from the yamen would come to join in the fun; he was just worried about disgusting Zhang Qiheng's little bit of incense offerings.

However, he didn't know that his younger brother's grandson didn't care at all. It was best to have a lineage of relatives and friends, but it wouldn't matter if there wasn't one. These were just things that added to the good life.

"Don't worry, Grandpa, the person has arrived. They've been picked up by people from the city and are being warmly welcomed."

"..."

Zhang Qiding wanted to laugh but couldn't. Seeing Zhang Daxiang's calm demeanor, he stopped asking.

In any case, it would be best to have a way out, but if not... with this virtuous grandson who has reverted to his ancestral ways around, it's not a big deal to do him a favor.

Just do the proper etiquette on your own side.

In fact, Zhang Daxiang planned to set up a table at "Shizipo" or "Zhang Family Canteen", but he really needed to make a good impression now. He not only wanted people from all walks of life to know that he had connections, but he also had to suppress those in the major and minor banks who wore long gowns and worked in the Six Ministries.

Otherwise, the internal resistance to the continued exploitation of Zhangshi Village would be far greater than the external resistance.

At present, Zhang Daxiang has basically gotten all three banks to follow him. Around the end of the year, he will have those in the first and second banks who are not wearing long gowns join them, the barefoot ones.

The family only had one old man who was well-educated and made a name for himself, but unfortunately, he couldn't offer much help. He had worked at a chemical plant for so many years, and even killed several of his own nephews and nieces in the explosion. The cost-effectiveness was outrageously low.

If it were Zhang Daxiang, he wouldn't care what the Second Chemical Plant's background was; the real priority would be to find a way to turn it into "Zhang's Chemical Industry."

The old man still has too many aspirations.

That evening, Sang Yuke and Zhang Daxiang went to the Jiyang City Long-Distance Bus Station to pick up people. In addition to the "Four Sisters Zhaodi", there was also their younger brother Li Gensheng, who had been summoned by their parents through a sacrifice.

Li Gensheng was already married by this time, so he brought his wife along on the trip south, treating it as a vacation.

I had a great time on the way. I had never been on a plane before, but I did this time; I had never seen a garden complex before, but I did this time; I had never visited an ancient town in Jiangnan before, but I did this time.

We bought a bunch of "scenic spot specialties" and only arrived in Jiyang City a day early after we had our fill of fun.

Because there were so many people, Zhang Daxiang drove a minibus over. This minibus was usually used for tourism business. An uncle of his had invested in a travel agency in the city with the vehicle as a share. Before Zhang Daxiang, no one had been able to borrow this minibus from him.

This time, Zhang Daxiang didn't speak. He heard that a lot of people from his nephew's bride's family had come, so he contacted the ancestral hall in advance, saying that there wouldn't be much business before the start of the school term, so the car could be left in the countryside for Zhang Daxiang to use whenever he needed it.

The old men in the ancestral hall all said he had changed his ways, and they knew perfectly well why, but they certainly couldn't say it out loud.

On the way back to Zhangshi Village, Li Gensheng, while looking around at the street scene, also asked Sang Yuke a rather serious question: "Keke, who came from your Sang family's side?"

Zhang Daxiang, who was driving, glanced at his brother-in-law in the rearview mirror and thought to himself that the younger brother brought in by the four sisters was quite something.

　I happen to be working late tonight, so I'll write one more chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)