Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 14 014【Nothing to do】

Chen Jianjun returned home along the familiar path.

Seeing that the lights in my house were still on, my wife was still asleep.

Knocking on the door and entering the house, I saw my wife A Ping washing her feet, and my child Xiaobao was sleeping on the bed, with a "Chunlan brand" shaking head fan whistling.

"Why haven't you slept so late?" Chen Jianjun asked with one hand on the wall, took off his shoes, and changed into slippers.

His wife, A Ping, rubbed her feet in the footbath and said, "I just had to catch up with some work."

Chen Jianjun glanced at the pile of plastic flowers in the corner, and said, "Didn't I tell you that you don't need to do these jobs, I can support you by opening a video studio."

A Ping just smiled and said, "It's good to earn a little more. When my son grows up, there will be more places to spend money!"

Chen Jianjun was moved for a while. Although his wife was tall and thick, she was more beautiful than any other woman in his eyes.

Chen Jianjun bent down, reached out to pick up his wife's feet soaked in the water, and said, "I'll wash your feet."

"Don't, dirty—" A Ping refused, and wanted to retract her feet.

Chen Jianjun grabbed her feet and did not let her move, "What's dirty? You can wash my feet, but I can't wash them for you once?"

A Ping stopped moving and let her husband rub her feet.

"A Ping, I have something I want to discuss with you." Chen Jianjun still didn't give up, and said cautiously while rubbing his wife's rough soles with his hands.

"If you have anything to say, just say it." A Ping also saw that her husband had something on his mind tonight.

Chen Jianjun washed his wife's feet with his hands, lifted them out of the footbath, and wiped them with a towel, "I know a friend, and he suggested that I do something..."

Next, Chen Jianjun told without any concealment that Song Zhichao asked him to sell the video hall and invest in a dance hall.

"I think this is an opportunity, a rare opportunity. Think about it, Mark wants to sell that dance hall, and he needs 100 million on hand. I guess he doesn't have that much money, and he will definitely borrow money when the time comes. Let's take the opportunity to buy shares, as long as As the major shareholder of the dance hall, there will be countless dividends in the future!"

"At the beginning, I didn't understand it. It was the young man named Song Zhichao who reminded me that this is an opportunity to make a fortune, and it is fleeting. Wife, I want to fight, what do you think?" Chen Jianjun finished speaking , looked up at his wife.

When A Ping saw him coming, she said, "Since you have already made up your mind, why are you still asking me?"

Chen Jianjun accompanied him with a smiling face: "After all, this is a big deal, and you are also the head of the family, so give me some advice."

A Ping touched Chen Jianjun's hair with her hand, "My suggestion is very simple, it is best not to mess around."

Hearing this, Chen Jianjun's fiery heart turned cold.

"Look, we're living a decent life now. The business of the video hall is also booming. It's not bad to earn tens of dollars a day. I know you're high-spirited and want to make a lot of money, but that money is Is it easy to earn money? That’s all money earned by talented people. Especially the dance hall, it’s not sure whether it can be sold. If Song Zhichao doesn’t succeed, we sell the video hall. Where do you invest your money? You will run out of money soon, and you won’t even have to cry.”

"So, listen to me, let's live our little life steadily and don't make so many useless things." A Ping finally patted Chen Jianjun on the shoulder and comforted him.

Chen Jianjun felt bitter in his heart.

It is obviously a huge opportunity, but no one supports him.Although the mother-in-law and wife didn't quarrel with him, they were so soft that they couldn't even say a harsh word.

It seems that I am almost 40 years old, and I have not accomplished anything.

Could it be that he really wants to guard this video room for the rest of his life?

If a man seizes the opportunity and doesn't fight hard, is he still a man?
Chen Jianjun felt the blood rushing all over his body, but it was held in his chest, which made him feel so uncomfortable that he would die.

Family is sometimes a warm harbor, and sometimes it is the shackles that obliterate ideals.

With a bang, Chen Jianjun couldn't bear it anymore, and threw the towel to wipe his feet into the footbath, splashing water.

His wife, A Ping, was taken aback, and when she realized that it was her husband who was angry, she became angry too: "As soon as I came back and washed my feet, I knew you had no good intentions! I won't let you mess around, and you still won't listen. If we really follow what you said and sell our video studio, we can collect 10 yuan from here and there, and our whole family will sleep on the street by then! Save me some time!"

Seeing his wife getting angry, Chen Jianjun wanted to get angry too, but at this moment——
"Dad, I want to pee." My son Xiaobao woke up at some point, standing on the bed, rubbing his eyes with his small fist, and looking at them in a daze.

His wife, A Ping, glared at him.

Chen Jianjun held back his anger, squeezed his slippers and walked over to hold his son to pee in the toilet.

Holding his son and pointing him at the toilet, Chen Jianjun was still furious.

Xiao Bao said in his arms: "Dad, did you quarrel with Mom?"

"No."

"Dad, I watched "Saint Seiya" today."

"Ah."

"Dad, Seiya and Zilong are so powerful, they can even beat the golden saints of the zodiac."

"yes."

"Dad, have you beaten the Golden Saint?" Xiaobao turned his head and looked at Chen Jianjun seriously.

Chen Jianjun smiled wryly, "I can't even beat your mother, who else can beat me?"

Finally, he added, "My life is over——but I'm really not reconciled!"

With a puffing sound, Xiaobao's urine hit his pants.

Chen Jianjun looked frustrated, and he suddenly thought of a Cantonese sentence, "No need to do it!"

This time there is really nothing to do.

……

Song Zhichao had a big heart and slept until dawn.

When I opened the door to wash, I saw the big brother next door brushing his teeth with Chinese toothpaste with a panda eye.

The eldest brother still failed to stick to the bottom line last night. When the third girl came to send warmth to the door, he confirmed her eyes. She was the right person, so the eldest brother spent five yuan tossing all night.

Song Zhichao bought a toothbrush, but forgot the toothpaste, so he borrowed some from the elder brother next door who was brushing his teeth.

Seeing that Song Zhichao was young, the elder brother next door taught him earnestly: "Brother, listen to the elder brother, this place cannot be lived permanently; this is not a hotel, this is the Pansi Cave in "Journey to the West"!"

Song Zhichao smiled and did not speak. After brushing his teeth, he drool in his mouth, purred, and sprayed towards the light from the sun, spraying a rainbow.

The mist dissipated.

The elder brother was dumbfounded, and said to himself, this baby can play.

Song Zhichao got dressed, took his things, and left the hotel; but before leaving the hotel, Song Zhichao went to the front desk, spent a dime, and made a phone call.

The call was to brother Mark. Brother Mark seemed to be still on the bed, and his girlfriend Anna's lazy voice came from beside him, asking, "Who is it, calling so early."

Song Zhichao also chatted with him, and said to the phone: "I'm going to work now, you can arrange it."

Brother Mark over there seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to remember the promise made last night, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I will arrange everything for you, you go there now, and you will be the general manager of Caesars Nightclub immediately."

Song Zhichao said, "OK!", hung up the phone, took his wallet, turned and left.

Behind, the long hair at the front desk called him: "Boss, it's [-] cents for you to call, and you gave [-] yuan, I'm looking for [-] cents!"

Song Zhichao didn't turn his head back, "You keep it!"

Chang Mao tossed the change in his hand, imitating Hong Kong movies and murmured: "Damn it, rich people are different, they are so generous!"

How did he know that Song Zhichao, the "rich guy" in his eyes, only had a few dollars left in his body.

He spent almost all of the 500 yuan in just one day. This speed of spending money would probably make his cousin Zhu Fugui completely kneel down.

But Song Zhichao didn't care about these things. At this time, he was rushing to the "Caesar Song and Dance Hall" with full confidence, preparing for a new official to take over as his "general manager".

(End of this chapter)