struggle in a small town

Chapter 111 The factory really sold

Although Lin Zhiyuan said he could handle it, Zhang Xuejiao transferred 30 to him.

She couldn't take out any more.

Hoarding goods has saved a lot of money, and rent and wages have to be paid, and that’s all the money I can use.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't know in advance, when he received the text message, the money had already arrived in his bank card.

He called his parents first, and only thought of Zhang Xuejiao when he learned that the money was not from them.

It's just that Zhang Xuejiao didn't answer the phone.

Lin Zhiyuan hurried home, but there was no one.

I searched the store and the office, but there was no one there.

Called again but turned off.

After much deliberation, he could only go home and wait.

Zhang Xuejiao came back after eight o'clock in the evening, looking very tired.

Lin Zhiyuan greeted him: "Why did you go?"

Zhang Xuejiao slumped on the sofa: "I watched the house with Xiaoyu all afternoon, and my leg is about to break."

Lin Zhiyuan pulled her leg over and squeezed it lightly: "I called you, but you didn't answer."

"I didn't hear it at first, but then the power went out."

Zhang Xuejiao remembered the transfer of money: "Have you received the money?"

"Well. You actually"

Zhang Xuejiao rolled her eyes and said, "I paid the handling fee."

Lin Zhiyuan thought of her stingy character, and knew that it was impossible to transfer the money back now, so he could only reply: "Thank you, I will write you an IOU."

Zhang Xuejiao squeezed his arm unhappily: "Look at you, you treat me as an outsider? Last time I said something for nothing, right?"

Lin Zhiyuan stopped entangled in this question, and asked her instead: "Have you eaten yet?"

"I ate already, how about you?"

"not yet."

Zhang Xuejiao withdrew her legs: "Then hurry up and find something to eat, I'll wash up and go to bed, I'm too tired."

When Lin Zhiyuan tidied up and entered the bedroom, he found that she had fallen asleep with her arms around the quilt.

A week passed in a blink of an eye, and some guests came to the expansion center, almost all of them were friends with friends.

Lin Zhiyuan stepped up his publicity efforts, placing advertisements on bus stop signs and downtown areas, hoping to attract more people.

Just the effect is touching.

Zhang Xuejiao woke up several times in the middle of the night and saw him standing on the balcony in a daze, knowing that he was anxious and wanted to say some words of reassurance, but couldn't find a suitable one.

Early this morning, Zhang Xuejiao was still brushing her teeth when her cell phone rang.

Lin Zhiyuan saw that it was Hailan, and picked it up for her: "Hey, Xiaoxue is washing up."

"Tell her, I have a client who has changed the time, and I will take pictures of her at night."

"it is good."

Lin Zhiyuan was about to hang up, but Hai Lan hurriedly called out to him again: "Don't hang up yet!"

"Anything else?"

"Ask Xiaoxue, when will you be free to take wedding photos with you?"

Lin Zhiyuan walked to the bathroom with his mobile phone: "Hai Lan wants to take wedding photos as soon as possible, when are you free?"

Zhang Xuejiao spat out the water in her mouth: "The day after tomorrow, Aunt Dong will come to reconcile the accounts tomorrow."

So it's settled.

Lin Zhiyuan leaned against the door frame: "I want to go to the office building to attract some group clients."

"sure."

"I printed some leaflets yesterday, and I'll go sweep the building in a while."

Zhang Xuejiao washed off the foam on her face, raised her head and looked at him in the mirror: "I'll go back and fetch the goods, and I can help when I'm done."

"You've had enough."

"Do not talk nonsense!"

The two parted ways after breakfast at the gate of the community.

Zhang Xuejiao drove the van straight to the garage, and when she arrived, she found that the gate was locked.

Rare!

She called Liu Huifang, but no one answered.

Zhang Jianguo got through on the phone, and when he asked, the two of them took their grandma to the vegetable market.

Zhang Xuejiao had a feeling that the sun was coming out from the west.

It's been decades, when did Zhang Jianguo go to the vegetable market?

After waiting for half an hour, the three of them came back.

Zhang Xuejiao found her grandma in a wheelchair, Zhang Jianguo pushed her, and Liu Huifang followed her with a grocery cart.

"Grandma, Dad, Mom." Zhang Xuejiao greeted her, "Have you bought a wheelchair for grandma?"

Liu Huifang was obviously in a good mood, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "It's convenient to go out this way."

When Zhang Xuejiao was loading goods into the car, Zhang Jianguo told her one thing, and it was still a big deal.

"A man wanted to buy a factory two days ago. I discussed it with your mother, and I think the price is not bad."

Zhang Xuejiao almost didn't hug the clothes in her arms: "Is it really for sale?"

"I can't do it anymore. Your mother also wants to live in a lively place. Sell it."

"You can do whatever you want."

Zhang Xuejiao put the clothes on the car, thinking that it seems that she needs to use another place as a warehouse, and go back to discuss it with Lin Zhiyuan, since there are many vacant rooms in his place anyway.

"Your mother said that moving to Xiyi Road and opening a small supermarket is not idle."

"Very good." Zhang Xuejiao joked: "From now on, I will get all my rice noodle oil from the supermarket."

"Who is missing you a few bites?"

Zhang Xuejiao closed the car door and subconsciously looked back at the window of her room.

Some are reluctant.

When she moved out before, she was angry with Liu Huifang and didn't have much nostalgia.

Knowing that the factory is going to be sold now, I feel very uncomfortable.

Zhang Jianguo told her: "At most half a month, someone will come to take over, and you take the time to tidy up the things in your house."

"So fast?"

Zhang Jianguo took out a cigarette, took one out and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to light it, Zhang Xuejiao couldn't help but persuade him, "Dad, please smoke less."

"You are just like your mother."

As he said that, Zhang Jianguo still pinned the cigarette behind his ears.

Zhang Xuejiao babbled: "Smoking is harmful to your health, it's not like you don't know it."

"This box is finished."

In fact, Zhang Xuejiao didn't believe it at all, but she supported him in her mouth: "Quit, I will ask Xiaoyuan to quit smoking when I go back."

Can't smoke, Zhang Jianguo was a little annoyed, and urged her: "Go do your work."

Zhang Xuejiao saw it, and deliberately didn't leave, and told him something: "Xiyilu is packed?"

"There's nothing to clean up, just move the furniture over there."

"No one has lived in it for many years. The walls and the ground have to be rebuilt."

Zhang Jianguo became a little impatient: "Your mother went back to see, and everything is fine, you just need to worry about yourself."

Zhang Xuejiao wanted to laugh in her heart, but there was worry on her face: "Is there really no need to reinstall?"

"No need." Zhang Jianguo began to chase people away: "Is your store open early? You should hurry up and deliver the goods."

Only then did Zhang Xuejiao drive away.

She walked forward, Zhang Jianguo took off the cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it up, took two puffs, then sighed irritably, threw the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with his foot.

Back in the living room, Liu Huifang was packing things on the shelf, saw him come in and asked, "Xiaoxue left?"

"gone."

"Tell her about moving?"

"said."

Liu Huifang picked up a family portrait. In the photo, Zhang Xuejiao was only six or seven years old, wearing a fluffy princess dress, two braids, and a red dot in the middle of her forehead with lipstick.

Zhang Yuqiao was even younger, still in Liu Huifang's arms, looking at the camera curiously.

Zhang Jianguo sat upright and serious, as if he was not facing the camera, but a man-eating demon.

Liu Huifang was smiling all over her face in her newly bought skirt.

High-rise buildings are painted on the background, full of fake plastic texture.

Liu Huifang wiped the photo with a rag, and sighed: "I feel old without feeling anything."

"What's old?" Zhang Jianguo took the photo and put it in the cardboard box next to him: "You are still the same as the first time I saw you, you are not old at all."

(End of this chapter)