Spring Breeze Twenty Years

Chapter 891 I'll Beat You to Death

Xiao Wei said, "Don't worry, Auntie, no, none of us are that kind of people. We don't have any ambitions. We just want our families to be okay and to be happy every day. There are some things we can't do even if it makes money. Don't worry."

Aunt Wang said, "Nonsense, how can you be at ease? The business is getting bigger and bigger, and they've started buying buildings and land, dealing with hundreds of millions of dollars. Tens of thousands of dollars are nothing to you. People's hearts are the most fickle thing. In the end, they won't even recognize themselves anymore, and that's when it's all over."

Xiao Hong said, "Oh my god, no way, how could that be? Look at any of us, who looks like we're so carefree?"

Aunt Wang said, "If it can't be the best, then it's definitely good."

Aunt Wang said, "That's a good thing. It's good to get rich, build bridges and roads. It's only right to do good things for our hometown when we have money. It's a good deed."

Xiao Wei said, "When spring comes, you and Mom should go back to Zhang to handle this matter. We should fix it up properly and make the place bigger. The transportation in the lower fort is not good, so we can let the child board at school and go back once a week."

Xiao Hong asked, "Didn't you say you'd get a car to pick me up and drop me off every day?"

Xiao Wei said, "The road is bad, and it's time-consuming and dangerous to pick you up and drop you off in the mountains. I'd rather stay at school."

Aunt Wang said, "Yes, Xiaowei is right. It's not safe for cars to be running around all day. There are a lot of children in the car, and one careless mistake could lead to a serious incident. Boarding school doesn't cost much, and they can bring their own food from home."

Xiao Wei said, "We don't charge for accommodation. Each family just needs to contribute some grain, wild vegetables, or wild fruits. That way, there's not much pressure."

Aunt Wang said, "That's fine too. Has the teacher and stuff been sorted out?"

Xiao Wei said, "The school is built in the county, so let the county take care of the teachers. Anyway, it's under the county's jurisdiction and is considered county property, so they should at least do something, right?"

Xiaohong said, "We could set up another scholarship to help students who perform well academically and whose families are particularly poor."

Aunt Wang said, "That's fine, it's not a lot of money."

Xiao Hong glared at him and said, "Listen to this, listen to this! What kind of tone is that? And you even hit me!"

Aunt Wang reached out and slapped him again: "So what if I hit you? I'll beat you to death." Laughter filled the car.

Zhang Fu went upstairs to go home.

He took out his keys, opened the door, and had just stuck one foot inside when he heard his stepmother ask, "Little Fu?"

Zhang Fu changed his shoes and said, "Yes, Mom, it's me. Why aren't you asleep yet? Where's Dad?"

The old lady came over from the living room and said, "Your dad and I are sitting here watching TV, waiting for you. You didn't even make a sound and came so late."

Zhang Fu said, "You don't need to wait for me anymore. Just go to sleep when it's time. It's not like I don't have a key."

The old lady slapped Zhang Fu on the head and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Where have you been in this unfamiliar place? You're just making your dad angry. From now on, come home after get off work, understand?" She then winked at Zhang Fu.

Zhang Fu neatly laid out his shoes and said, "I don't know where I can go. I was supposed to come back after get off work, but I ran into my second brother and his group, including Wang Xiaohong, Chen Hui, and Chen Xiao, on the way. They asked me to go with them. How could I refuse?"

The old man's voice came from over: "Xiao Wei? Where did I take you?"

Zhang Fu carried the things into the living room, took out Anji Special Supply cigarettes and handed them to the old man, saying, "We went to eat near the Forbidden City and also went to Zhongjie."

The old lady came in and sat down next to the old man: "Going to eat so far away? It's quite far, isn't it?"

Zhang Fu said, "No way. That restaurant is owned by my second brother and his family. They're really powerful. Dad, now I know what it's like to be rich. Do you know how much this meal will cost tonight? More than ten thousand yuan, just for this one meal."

As the old woman was looking at the special edition cigarettes, she heard this and dropped her cigarette with a snap: "Really?"

Zhang Fu nodded: "They said the foreign wine is expensive."

The old man said, "Pretty much. I heard from my second brother that a bottle of that wine sells for several thousand yuan. I had some the other day, and it was quite good."

The old lady pushed the old man, saying, "You have good stuff but you don't even tell me to bring it back so I can try it."

Zhang Fu leaned over, picked up the cigarettes, and handed them to the old man: "Dad, these cigarettes are for the customers at my second brother's restaurant. They're not available outside. They said they'd cost twenty or thirty yuan a pack if they wanted to sell them. They ordered them from the cigarette factory; they're special-supply tobacco."

The old man tossed the cigarette to Zhang Fu: "You keep it. I have some; your second uncle gave it to me."

The older woman asked, "What are you carrying? Clothes?"

Zhang Fu said, "Yes, my second brother bought these for me, and also for my brother and sister-in-law. These clothes and pants cost more than four thousand yuan. Originally, I was going to buy some for you too, but then Wang Xiaohong said that you and your second uncle and aunt could go together one day and choose for yourselves, because she was afraid that you wouldn't like what we picked."

After the old lady went to look at the clothes, she said, "Xiaowei and Xiaohong are quite generous; they really know how to spend money."

The old man said, "You should treat them well. None of the second son's family members are stingy. Do you think they're all like you?"

Zhang Fu said, "Dad, do you know? My second brother and his gang bought that big hotel and shopping mall on Zhongjie Street. It's huge. Those Hong Kong people say they stole the money. Wang Xiaohong's mother and the others are checking the accounts. I even helped keep an eye on them so they wouldn't run away."

My second brother is really powerful now. One word from him and the police at the station are all in his element. Chen Hui is awesome too; one phone call and the People's Bank of China says they'll send someone over first thing tomorrow morning to help with the accounting. All their friends are either police chiefs or detectives; I bet they're all begging my second brother for help.”

The old man chuckled and asked, "Don't you think the people you used to hang out with were awesome?"

Zhang Fu said, "I hadn't been in contact with them before. I used to think that having a few hundred thousand was pretty impressive, but it turned out to be just the amount of money they spent on a few meals at my second brother's place. After that, I started following my second brother. I did whatever he asked me to do. My second brother said that if I worked hard, he wouldn't dare say tens of millions, but a few million would be a piece of cake."

The old man said, "It's good that you understand. Xiao Wei is a good person. Just do your best in whatever you're asked to do, and you won't be shortchanged."

The old woman said, "It's strange, how did it work so suddenly?"

The old man said, "Being diligent and capable is good, but don't expect anything from someone as lazy as you two."

The old lady gave the old man a charmingly disdainful look: "You'd be happy if I went down to the fields too, and ended up with rough, dark skin covered in bumps?"

The old man glanced at his stepmother subconsciously, his throat moved but he didn't say anything.

Then the old lady turned to Zhang Fu and said, "Son, put this on and let your mother see. My son will definitely look handsome in this."

Zhang Fu himself couldn't wait either, so he took off his coat and put on the new clothes. Aunt Ji watched from the side and said, "It has to be something valuable. These clothes are really nice, and the fabric feels so comfortable."

The old man said, "That was given to me by someone else. If you're capable, you should earn your own money and buy it yourself. That's what it means to be tough."

(End of this chapter)