In the evening, Tan Lihua returned home from work.
"Is that Passat with the Zhejiang-B license plate downstairs the one you drove back?"
No one in the family dormitory building was known to work in Yongcheng, and with his son coming home today, Tan Lihua figured the car downstairs might have been driven back by him.
"Yeah, I drove it back. Want to drive it to the factory and show off a bit?"
Tan Jincheng said with a grin.
A Passat might not be much in the future, but in 2005, in Yicheng, which wasn't even a third-tier small city, it was still something to show off.
"What nonsense are you spouting? What's there to show off? As for you, you've only been in business for a few months, and you're already buying a house and a car. Why are you so ostentatious? Don't you know not to flaunt your wealth?"
Tan Lihua said this, but his expression showed some movement; what man could refuse to drive?
He had his driver's license for many years but hadn't really driven a car much.
"If you want to drive it, just drive it. I bought the car for business needs, not to show off. I can't always take the bus everywhere, can I?"
Tan Jincheng saw through his dad's thoughts at a glance.
"Forget it, forget it. Let me drive it for a few days when I come home for New Year's. Driving it to the factory is a bit inappropriate."
"Whatever you want. Have you bought the house yet?"
Tan Jincheng cared more about this than the car.
Tan Lihua nodded.
He didn't object to his son buying a house; on the contrary, he was quite proactive.
His son was grown, and now they had a daughter, so the house was indeed not big enough.
Moreover, for such a big matter as buying a house, his son consulting him and seeking help also made Tan Lihua's previous disappointment disappear.
Actually, Tan Jincheng had bought another house in Beicang, which they didn't know yet.
"It's near Linghu Park. There are existing developments there. I've picked out a 133-square-meter unit. Tomorrow, I'll have your mom take you to see it. If there are no problems, we'll sign the contract."
"As long as you like it, it's mainly for you to live in. The location there is also pretty good."
"We don't plan to live there for now; living here is convenient for commuting. That place will be your marital home. Since you're not studying anymore, get married early when you're old enough, and pay more attention to finding someone suitable."
Tan Jincheng said with a bit of helplessness,
"There's no hurry for that, let's talk about it later. Let's sign the contract early, and then ask Uncle to help us manage the renovation, saving him from traveling all the way to Northeast China."
Parents are like that.
When you're studying, they're afraid you'll fall in love, but once you stop studying, they can't wait for you to get married immediately.
"Your mom has already discussed this with your uncle. We'll talk about it again when we go back for New Year's; it shouldn't be a big problem."
Although he didn't understand why his son insisted on having his fourth uncle manage it, when he himself could supervise it on weekends; however, this matter involved his wife's brother, so Tan Lihua found it hard to say much.
Among relatives, some things are difficult to say.
If they stay at home and earn less money, it might cause conflicts.
Looking at his son, Tan Lihua decided not to tell him what he was thinking.
His son came back this time and bought a car worth hundreds of thousands just like that, and now wants to buy a house.
It seems he's made a lot of money.
Future relationships with relatives are unavoidable; let's see how he handles it this time.
Xiaoliang, compared to his other siblings, has the best temper and is the most reasonable.
Although his wife has a strong temper, she is not an unreasonable person; she calls a spade a spade.
"What are you two father and son chatting about? Come in quickly and serve the dishes, dinner's ready."
The first formal meal upon returning home was still as lavish.
Knowing that her eldest grandson was coming back today, the old lady brought back many dishes after listening to the opera and stopping by the market in the afternoon.
Tan Jinyue, who had slept all afternoon, seemed to sense the aroma of the food and woke up at an inconvenient time.
Zhang Suzhi couldn't bother to eat and had to go coax her.
"Jinyue slept all afternoon, will she still be able to sleep tonight?"
"It's like this every day. She sleeps during the day and is very energetic at night. She's really a little tyrant."
Tan Jincheng laughed heartily and somewhat impolitely.
He had experienced this in his previous life too; children seemed to have a similar schedule to cats, full of energy as soon as night fell.
"Grandma, I brought you two outfits. We can try them on after dinner."
"Son, why are you spending money recklessly? Things outside are very expensive. I'm already old, why do I need new clothes?"
"It's not expensive. I sell clothes myself, so I can get them cheap."
"Son" is a dialect from their hometown, not used to call Tan Lihua.
It means something similar to "dear" or "sweetheart", a term of endearment.
Meanwhile, at the old Zhang family's house, they were also eating.
Zhang Xupeng's mother, Liu Huiru, got off work early today, and similarly, there was a large table full of dishes.
Zhang Xupeng was currently recounting his experiences of the past three months.
"Hehe, Mom and Dad, you wouldn't believe how easy it is to make money from foreigners. I originally wanted to open a restaurant, but it's a good thing I listened to Xiaotan."
"You didn't do anything illegal, did you? How does that sound so fake? Earning six or seven hundred thousand in three months."
Like Zhang Suzhi, Liu Huiru's first reaction to hearing this number was disbelief.
"How could that be? Illegal activities don't make money like legitimate business. We operate legitimately and pay taxes; there were no issues even when the tax bureau conducted a surprise inspection."
"The tax bureau conducted a surprise inspection? Did you run into trouble? Didn't you take care of it?"
Zhang Guolong caught the key point.
Zhang Xupeng shook his head while picking up food and said,
"No, Dad, you're overthinking it. Business there isn't so complicated; Xiaotan handled everything, don't worry."
Liu Huiru asked curiously,
"Why do I keep hearing you talk about what Xiaotan did? Aren't you partners in a company? What do you do?"
"Xiaotan is more capable than me. He's responsible for external affairs, and I manage the factory's production progress and such. Without Xiaotan, I wouldn't have made this much money. The Taobao shop was also set up by Xiaotan. Mom, you can get over 25,000 this month."
Liu Huiru was also surprised.
Her son had previously mentioned using her ID card to set up some online shop, getting a few hundred yuan in pocket money each month, but now he was saying over 20,000 a month?
Immediately after, Zhang Xupeng recounted everything he knew about Tan Jincheng's actions over the past three months, needing an outlet to express it all.
From being familiar with Beicang upon arrival, to finding someone to register the company, renting a house, finding contract manufacturers, going to Yangcheng alone to negotiate business, and then immediately being able to clearly organize the company affairs he found headache-inducing upon his return.
Not only could he communicate fluently with foreign merchants in English, but his Yongcheng dialect was also incredibly smooth.
Additionally, Xiaotan led the Taobao shop upgrade, and the results were immediate, taking only one month.
Zhang Xupeng was very clear about the shop upgrade: from the selection of clothing styles and the design of the online store to the model photography, everything was personally controlled by Xiaotan, and the ideas were also provided by him.
At first, Zhang Xupeng even thought Xiaotan was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Why bother so much with an online shop that only earned a thousand yuan a month?
(End of Chapter)
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