Eighty peasant wives are busy getting rich

Chapter 210 Chapter 210: Assembling a small motorcycle
"Okay." Zhao Xiaohuan readily agreed, and Yuan Wentian couldn't wait to sell the furniture factory, so the two quickly signed the contract, and the furniture factory became Zhao Xiaohuan's.

After signing the contract, when Li Ziyue was about to leave, Zhao Xiaohuan stopped him and said, "I sent you the money for the chicken and duck, remember to take a look,
I have something else I want to trouble you with. Can you rent five buses for me to go to Kyoto? I will give you 200 yuan for a round trip. "

Although money was given for this trip, there are so many people in her factory, it must be inconvenient to take the train, and she will inevitably have to pay for the bus.

"My boss has a bus in his hand. I'll borrow it for you. When do you want it?"

"The day after tomorrow." Zhao Xiaohuan wanted to organize the work of the factory with everyone tomorrow, so that he can feel at ease when going out to play.

"Okay." Li Ziyue agreed, and Zhao Xiaohuan took two cans of honey from the side under the cover of the table, but Li Ziyue refused to accept anything, so Zhao Xiaohuan forcefully stuffed them to him.

He helped her so much, and it was only natural to give him some honey. After Zhao Xiaohuan came out, Li Ziyue and Yuan Wentian separated.

Yuan Wentian went home. Yuan Shengyuan didn't sleep well last night because of Yuan Yi's incident. According to his understanding, his machinery factory is very famous in the county, and with Han Mingwei and Lu Dagang behind him, Yuan Shengyuan was afraid that Yuan Yi would pose a threat to him.

Seeing Yuan Wentian's return, his face softened a little, and he said softly, "You're back, don't worry about the furniture factory in the near future, I'll ask Wu Xiaoling to help you."

When Yuan Wentian wanted to open a furniture factory, Yuan Shengyuan didn't quite agree, but he couldn't hold back his son, so he could only agree. Yuan Wentian slumped on the sofa and replied lazily.

"No, I sold the furniture factory."

"Sold it? Who did you sell it to?" Yuan Shengyuan stretched out his hand and squeezed his forehead. His son loves to mess around, and I really worry about him.

"I heard from Li Ziyue that her name is Zhao Xiaohuan, and she also opened a garment factory."

"What?" Yuan Sheng stood up abruptly, what was wrong with him, why did he meet Zhao Xiaohuan everywhere.

"What's the matter? I was surprised. My mother told you to go to Kyoto in the next two days. She has something to tell you." Yuan Wentian stood up and prepared to go back to the room.

"Stop for me, how much did your furniture factory sell?" Yuan Shengyuan was so angry that he hated Zhao Xiaohuan and Yuan Yi even more. It wasn't enough to calculate him, and he would calculate with his son, he would not let them go.

"Thirty thousand."

After Yuan Wentian finished speaking, he went back to the room, leaving Yuan Shengyuan alone with a grim face, and he fell into Zhao Xiaohuan's hands again.

When Zhao Xiaohuan came home, she found Yuan Yi was assembling motorcycles. A thought flashed through her mind. She leaned over and asked, "Yuan Yi, can you help me assemble some small motorcycles?"

"Small motorcycle? Like the one in Kyoto?" Yuan Yi had only seen that kind of motorcycle in Kyoto.

"No, it's smaller than that. Wait a minute, I'll draw you a picture." Zhao Xiaohuan said, picked up a pen and quickly drew on the paper a shape similar to the electric car of later generations, and handed it to Yuan Yi.

"I want this kind, can you help me assemble it?" The motorcycle assembled by Yuan Yi is large and heavy, not suitable for women to ride. Zhao Xiaohuan wants a motorcycle that women and children can ride.

Fearing that he would not agree, Zhao Xiaohuan leaned closer to his ear, quietly pretending to threaten, "If you don't help me, you can sleep on the ground tonight."

(End of this chapter)