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Chapter 554 Couple’s Night Talk

"Bring the business to Jinzhou? To the East China Sea?" Song Yunping looked at her husband blankly. She didn't expect that she was just thinking of bringing the business to the county, but her husband had already thought so far.

"Can our business go that far?" But Song Yunping was a little unsure. After all, there was only one sewing machine at home. She and her mother worked together, excluding the time spent on housework and raising rabbits. On average, It takes two or three days to make a suit of clothes.

Wang Zhong said: "If this person doesn't have any dreams, what's the difference between him and a salted fish?"

Song Yunping has not experienced the impact of the information explosion in modern society, and does not yet know the meaning of the word salted fish.

"Why is it no different from salted fish?" Song Yunping asked puzzledly.

"If you become a salted fish, you won't be able to stand up!" Wang Zhong explained.

Song Yunping closed her eyes and nodded, and said, "But we are still a long way from starting a business!"

Wang Zhong said: "Although it's a thousand miles away, it doesn't mean it's impossible."

"What do you mean?" After several years of marriage, her son was already able to speak and played wildly in the yard. Naturally, Song Yunping had some understanding of her husband and knew that he was not the kind of person who made unwarranted accusations.

Wang Zhongdao: "We have to set a goal for ourselves, right?"

Song Yunping fully agrees with this, but there is still a huge gap between reality and dreams!

"Isn't this goal set too big and too far?" Song Yunping said jokingly.

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. There's nothing wrong with dreaming a little further. When I was a kid, I still wanted to be a scientist and build airplanes, rockets, and spaceships!"

"Have you ever thought about becoming a scientist before?" Song Yunping became interested immediately. She really didn't know much about her husband Wang Zhong's past affairs. After several years of marriage, she and Wang Zhong were considered harmonious and their relationship was growing stronger. , now that we have the opportunity to start a conversation again, naturally we can’t help but be curious.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "I was young, naive and ignorant at that time, and I was just like you back then, full of longing and fantasy!"

Song Yunping looked at her husband and asked curiously: "Then why did you not become a scientist, but instead studied medicine and came to us?"

Wang Zhongdao: "There is a difference between reality and dreams. Today, our country's economic level lags far behind those of developed countries in the world. If the country wants to develop and strengthen its national strength, in addition to science and technology, the agricultural foundation and economic situation are also the same. Indispensable.

I have a wide range of hobbies and know a lot of things, but I am not proficient in many. If you ask me to study missiles and hydrogen bombs, I may not be as good as those researchers, so I thought about visiting the countryside. "

Wang Zhong's words were half true and half false, but it was not that Wang Zhong wanted to lie. The truth of the matter was actually too fantasy. Even if Wang Zhong told the truth, Song Yunping might not believe it.

Moreover, the identity assigned to Wang Zhong by the system was in response to the call of the country. He voluntarily signed up to go to the mountains and countryside and was assigned to the Shanbei Brigade. The purpose was not far from what Wang Zhong said. Wang Zhong was not deceiving Song Yunping. .

"Then what should I do now?" Song Yunping asked: "How many more sewing machines should I buy? How many more people should I hire?"

Wang Zhongdao: "You have to buy sewing machines and recruit people, but just buying sewing machines and recruiting people is not enough."

"Then what else are you going to do?" Song Yunping looked at Wang Zhong expectantly and asked.

Wang Zhong did not directly answer Song Yunping's question, but turned around and asked: "What do you think is the most important thing in making clothes?"

"Of course it's practical and durable!" Song Yunping replied subconsciously without thinking.

Wang Zhongdao: "Of course practicality and durability are important, is there nothing else?"

"Good-looking?" Song Yunping asked.

Wang Zhongdao: "The beauty varies from person to person. As the saying goes, everyone has their own preferences for vegetables and radishes. The style you like may not be liked by others. The style of clothes that people here are used to may not be used by people from other places."

What Wang Zhong said was very simple, and of course Song Yunping understood it clearly: "Not necessarily, like Chinese tunic suits, Lenin suits, cherub shirts, and pleated skirts, everyone likes them very much!"

Wang Zhongdao: "But these clothes can be made by any garment factory!"

Although the words were straightforward, they got to the point.

Song Yunping tilted her head, thought for a moment and then said: "So our clothes must have our own characteristics, and this characteristics must be accepted by everyone."

"As expected of my daughter-in-law, she can get through it with just one click." Wang Zhong raised his hand and stretched out his index finger to gently scratch Song Yunping's nose, smiling and approving.

"But how can we make our clothes have our own characteristics?" Song Yunping murmured to herself in confusion.

Wang Zhong smiled mysteriously and said, "I heard that there are many movies and TV series from Hong Kong flooding into the country, and there are also video recorders and video tapes."

"What kind of VCR tape?" Song Yunping not only knew about the movie, but also went to see it. In these days, from time to time, projectionists would go to the countryside with machines and film to show movies. Song Yunping was not old, so naturally she would not miss these excitements.

However, this was indeed the first time that Song Yunping heard the terms video recorder and videotape.

Wang Zhong explained: "The video recorder is a small projector and screen, and the video tape is a simple version of film."

"How do you know?" Song Yunping asked curiously. Wang Zhong was only a teenager when he came to Shanbei Brigade. Song Yunping couldn't help but wonder where Wang Zhong knew these things.

Wang Zhong said: "Do you still remember Yang Xun?"

"Yang Xun?" Song Yunping was a little confused as to why Wang Zhong suddenly mentioned Yang Xun, but she still nodded and said, "Of course I remember, even if I forget someone, I will never forget Yang Xun!"

Yang Xun is the eldest son of Secretary Yang, and Secretary Yang has taken great care of Song Yunhui in the past. Song Yunping has always been grateful to Secretary Yang, so the two families have always had contacts and have a good relationship, especially in the past few years, Secretary Yang’s family support The long-haired rabbit was taught by Song Yunping step by step.

"Didn't he go to Shencheng?" Song Yunping asked.

Wang Zhong said: "Yes, he went to Shen City, but do you know what kind of business he did in Shen City?"

"Isn't it the video recorder and video tape you are talking about?" Song Yunping immediately guessed.

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Song Yunping suddenly realized: "No wonder!"

"That guy writes to me every month, and he's unbeatable." Wang Zhong said: "Six months ago, by chance, he met a boss from Hong Kong who went to Shenzhen to invest, and he helped the boss run for three months. Legs, finally gained appreciation and introduced him to the way to buy video recorders and video tapes from Hong Kong Island. This guy is also very courageous. Not only did he invest all his money in it, but he also planned to drag me to work with him. "

"You agreed?" Song Yunping's eyes widened and she looked at Wang Zhong excitedly.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "I didn't agree, but I lent him two thousand yuan."

"two thousand?"

"Hiss!" Song Yunping's eyes widened even more. She was surprised not only at Wang Zhong's generosity, but also at the origin of Wang Zhong's money. "Where did you get the two thousand yuan?" Song Yunping asked hurriedly. The financial power of the family was in Song Yunping's hands. Even the box that Wang Zhong gave to Song Yunping on the day of their wedding had always been there. Song Yunping had been hiding it tightly, but Wang Zhong suddenly took out two thousand yuan, which shocked Song Yunping.

Wang Zhong said: "Where else can I get it? I have saved it piece by piece over the past few years."

Because he raised rabbits and his mother worked as a tailor to support the family, and the money he earned from selling medicinal materials to the medicine station not only met the expenses of the family, but also had a lot of surplus, so the money Wang Zhong spent on treating people was , Song Yunping did not catch them all in his hands, but left them to Wang Zhong.

"How much money can you make by treating people?" Song Yunping looked at Wang Zhong in shock, with confusion on her face.

Wang Zhong said: "Every time I treat someone, no one knows how much I charge. Don't you know it too?"

"Of course I know, that's why I feel strange, where did you get the two thousand yuan?" Song Yunping asked curiously.

Wang Zhong took out a book from under the pillow and handed it to Song Yunping: "This is how it comes."

Song Yunping frowned, looked at the book in her hand doubtfully, then looked up at Wang Zhong and asked, "What's going on?"

"The royalties!" Wang Zhong said.

"Fees?" Song Yunping was really shocked.

Wang Zhong explained: "I have been writing articles for the provincial newspaper since 1976, one article per month, and I have been writing for several years. Later, an editor named Wen from the province came to follow me. I contacted him and said that I would combine the short stories I wrote into an anthology, but I didn’t expect that the sales were pretty good.”

Song Yunping looked at Wang Zhong blankly, and then realized that she still didn't know much about her husband. When she came to her senses, Song Yunping asked curiously: "How much is the royalties?"

"Guess what!" Wang Zhong lied.

"Two thousand?" Song Yunping guessed.

Wang Zhong shook his head.

Song Yunping asked again: "Three thousand?"

Wang Zhong still shook his head.

"How much exactly?"

Wang Zhong stretched out his palm and spread his fingers.

"Five thousand?" Song Yunping's voice suddenly rose much higher, and her face was full of disbelief.

Wang Zhong wrote manuscripts just out of habit at first. After all, after being a writer for so many years, Wang Zhong was used to writing down whatever happened around him. There was nothing to entertain himself these days. In his spare time, Wang Zhong Then I slightly polished the people and things I encountered and wrote short stories that record the local customs and customs.

In recent years, under the strong control from above, this kind of novel is still very popular in the market. The works are popular, and the royalties have naturally increased with the tide. In addition, over time, it is naturally a large amount.

"Then our sewing machine is ready!" Song Yunping immediately thought of Wang Zhong's suggestion just now.

Wang Zhong said: "Otherwise, why would I tell you this!"

As he spoke, Wang Zhong reached under the pillow and actually took out a small black cloth bag from the space and handed it to Song Yunping.

Song Yunping glanced at Wang Zhong, put the book in his hand aside, carefully took the black cloth bag from Wang Zhong, placed it on his lap, hesitated for a long time, looked up at Wang Zhong again, and then Then he reached out and slowly untied the cloth bag.

As the black cloth bag was untied, a large pile of banknotes lying inside was also revealed in front of Song Yunping's eyes, a thick pile of large lump sums, and a dozen small bills, both in dimes and cents.

Even Song Yunping, who had already seen Wang Zhong's family background, couldn't help but be shocked when she suddenly saw so much cash.

"Isn't this too much?" Song Yunping sighed subconsciously.

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Count them."

Song Yunping carefully picked up the money, held it between her left index finger and thumb, stuck out her tongue, put the fingertips of her right hand on it, scraped it, and started counting.

After a long while, a large pile of banknotes was divided into three piles, two neat piles of unity, and a pile covered with a dozen other banknotes of different denominations.

"Two thousand nine hundred and seventy-six dollars and thirty-two cents."

Song Yunping looked at the three stacks of banknotes in front of her and felt a little at a loss.

It was Wang Zhong who broke the calm and said with a smile: "Why, you have too much money and you don't know how to spend it?"

Song Yunping nodded and said, "Yes, this is too much money."

Wang Zhong said: "Then you have to plan carefully!"

Song Yunping looked at Wang Zhong's smiling eyes. As smart as she was, how could she not know Wang Zhong's intention: It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish.

If you have to ask Wang Zhong for advice on everything, then you will never be able to grow.

The three thick stacks of banknotes in front of her already represented Wang Zhong's greatest support for her.

"You have to plan carefully!" Song Yunping said with deep understanding, then turned to look at Wang Zhong and said seriously: "Don't you always say that everything will be successful if it is forewarned, and it will be ruined if it is not forewarned!"

However, Wang Zhong tied the three stacks of banknotes in front of him with rubber bands one by one, folded the cloth bag and put it on the bedside. Then he turned to look at Song Yunping and said softly: "Even if it's a plan, it's not a plan." It’s only an hour and a half, a good night is too short to waste!”

Their eyes met. Although they were an old couple, facing Wang Zhong, Song Yunping couldn't help but feel a little shy. She lowered her head subconsciously, not daring to look at Wang Zhong, but she was afraid that Wang Zhong would misunderstand. In fact, he was also looking forward to it, so he took the initiative to stretch out his hands and crossed them behind Wang Zhong's neck. He half-knelt in front of Wang Zhong, and most of his body was pressed against Wang Zhong.

The pink red lips touched Wang Zhong's lips lightly, like a dragonfly touching water, it was instant.

Wang Zhong reached out and hooked Song Yunping's retracted head. With a little force with his other hand, he half-sat down on the head of the bed. Song Yunping was also led by Wang Zhong and sat on Wang Zhong.

"Xiao Yuan is too lonely alone. Let's give him some more brothers and sisters!"

"How many do you want?" Song Yunping endured the shame, looked at Wang Zhong and asked quietly.

"That's up to you!" Wang Zhong leaned into Song Yunping's ear and whispered, "I can afford to raise as many children as you want!"

(End of this chapter)