Naked

Chapter 18 Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed
Grandma Tong is very serious: "It's not going well, it's not going well, clang, look, this card is one on top of the other, one on top of the other, and that one..."

"Just tell me, can I succeed in my business today, or can't I?"

Suddenly, Grandma Tong let out a light: "It's done! It's done! You see, there is a way to survive right now, take this step away, and move forward step by step."

While talking, Yan Xiu opened the door and came in: "Zhengzheng? Why did you call me back so mysteriously? Why didn't you go to work?"

"Resign." Tong Zheng had nothing to say to Yan Xiu, his own mother.

"Resigned? Oh...resigned. That's right, that's right, I said I would resign when Qian Bei gave birth. What did you say at the time? Released after serving the sentence." Yan Xiu recalled.

"It doesn't count as release, it counts as jailbreak. I haven't told Qian Bei yet, wait until it's stabilized."

"That's right, that's right, wait until it's stabilized, so that you don't have to worry about it, and then go back to the milk." Yan Xiu thoughtfully: "Zhengzheng, Mom has sold insurance for so many years, and I realized that there is no lifelong iron these days." There is no rice bowl, let alone a delicious big pot of rice. You are full of ink, rather than saying that you should seize the opportunity when it comes, it is really better to create it yourself. Anyway, Mom supports you."

For a while, Tong Zheng was stunned, he couldn't believe that Yan Xiu said this, such a magnificent and remarkable words were said by his elementary school educated, cautious mother Yan Xiu.

"Mom," Tong Zheng was encouraged, "How much money do you have?"

Yan Xiu was startled: "Yo...how can you ask this without thinking?"

"What? Keep it a secret from your biological son?" Tong Zheng joked, and his pace slowed down.

"no……"

Tong Zheng was overwhelmed with emotion: "Mom, I've come to my senses. No matter how calm I am and start from the bottom, it's a waste of time. Those are a bunch of mediocre people, holding chicken feathers as arrows, judging me, it won't work, People let me go, it really works, and I am just a victim of my physique over and over again. So, I plan to do it myself."

"Do it yourself..."

"Yes, I and a few like-minded friends are cooperating to open a studio. I am the leader. Now everything is ready, and the only thing I owe is Dongfeng."

"Dongfeng?"

"That's the start-up capital. No matter what I do, I need to have a base camp. I can't just sit on the curb and make money, can I? We've already chosen the place. We just need to wait for the funds to be in place and choose a good day to show off. "

"Then...how much will it cost?" Yan Xiu could only poke the window paper by herself.

"How many do you have?" Tong Zheng probed.

"Don't worry about how much I have, just tell me how much you want." Yan Xiu has this stubborn temper.

"At the beginning, I mean let's start, 30." At the end, Tong Zheng flinched and shrunk the amount.

But Yan Xiu still didn't hold back, and sat down on the sofa with a plop: "30..."

Tong Zheng bit the bullet and went all over the place: "Mom, with the current level of consumption, we don't need to buy a house or a car, and we don't want to be a house slave or a car slave, but as long as we have a mouth and eat three meals a day, we will They are all 'vegetable slaves'. Have you ever played Happy Farm? The real version has appeared. The reality is that no one has the leisure time to grow flowers and grass. They have changed the front of the house to plant vegetables and plant onions in flower pots. In short, it means... The money is all gone, so is 30 still called money?"

"Well, you can't pay for this all by yourself, right? Don't you mean a partnership?"

Tong Zheng seemed to be riding a roller coaster, not to mention the ups and downs, dizziness, chest tightness, and his face turned a little pale: "I can't just play tricks, can I? After taking the money, I can take care of things. Besides, I can't handle the money alone." It means that I am profiting alone, and if others want to share the profit, I still don't agree."

"Then what if I lose..."

Another dive, Tong Zheng's heart was pounding: "No, sorry, I don't know how to write at all."

(End of this chapter)