As night fell, the rain that had been brewing all day finally came down, bringing a burst of moisture to the already cold winter. There was a damp chill in the air.
Han Songlin, holding the supermarket plan he had made, didn't know what to do.
If he really acquired Xinxing Industry, would he still have the energy to do the supermarket?
And what about Fule Wine Industry?
Han Songlin had to consider these questions.
Liu Yuyan applied moisturiser to her face. The room was warm thanks to the electric stove, but the air was dry.
So, a basin of water was prepared in the room.
That way, she wouldn't wake up with a dry throat and chapped lips.
Liu Yuyan shivered as she climbed into the covers, and glanced at Han Yufei, who was fast asleep in the cradle by the edge of the bed.
'Your supermarket, it seems, won't be opening now!'
Han Songlin threw the supermarket plan on top of the bedside table and said stubbornly, 'Who says it won't be opening? It doesn't cost much to open a supermarket.'
It does cost a lot to open the first supermarket.
But once the second store opens, the money required will become less and less.
You just need to open the store, and the goods and so on will be provided directly, and you don't even need to pay the suppliers, you can just stock up first and settle the bill after the sales.
For now, we can just wait and see.
After all, it's not really urgent.
Seeing Han Songlin being stubborn, Liu Yuyan couldn't help but smile: men, they just know how to save face.
On New Year's Eve, Han Songlin got up early and prepared breakfast.
Later, Grandma Han Ze and Han Ze came over together. Earlier, Han Songqing and his third wife had already returned to the countryside.
When he saw Han Ze, Han Songlin gave him a red envelope that he had already prepared.
Han Ze, beaming, accepted the red envelope and said sweetly, 'Thank you, Uncle Songlin!'
Han Songlin squatted down, his face beaming with a smile. He remembered when he was young, and he was a bit of an introvert.
When did being introverted become a problem?
Perhaps it was when he really realised that his family's financial situation was not as good as others'.
What about this life?
'You've got your New Year's money, what do you want to buy?'
Han Ze widened his eyes, thought about it, and said with certainty, 'A gun!'
Han Songlin also wanted to play with a toy gun, but he thought to himself that he was now an adult, so he better not.
Besides, there is no passion in playing with it as there was when he was a child. It feels too light and insipid.
After getting ready, the group took the car back to the countryside.
Han Songlin felt that the road in the village really needed to be repaired.
At the very least, it should be built into a concrete road.
The car can be driven down the road.
Unlike now, when the car is parked on the side of the road, it is a bit scary every time.
This is no joke, it's actually true.
People nowadays are poor!
When they see something good, they want to take it for themselves.
They can smash up a car with just a stone picked up from the roadside.
'Hey, Songlin's back!'
There were quite a few people back for the Han family banquet today; or rather, at this time, it's rare for people in the countryside to go out to work.
In Han Songlin's village, because of the example set by Han Songlin, there are actually more people going out to work than in other villages.
Many young people are now going out to work.
It is impossible not to feel anxious when you see other families making money while your own family is still struggling to make ends meet.
When you have a comparison, you will have a goal to strive for.
Han Songlin greeted everyone enthusiastically and took out the red envelopes he had prepared from his pocket, giving one to each child.
The envelopes contained a lot of money!
Each red envelope contains 100 yuan.
This is undoubtedly a large sum of money in the countryside.
After the children received the red envelopes, they were not confiscated by their parents immediately, but had to wait until the evening.
Han Songlin naturally knew this very well. When he was a child, his mother had cheated him of his New Year's money.
'Hey, Songlin!'
Han Songlin had already sat down, but when he saw the person speaking, he stood up again: 'Uncle Zhang, it's been a long time. How are you?'
As he spoke, Han Songlin looked at a young man standing next to Han Shunzhang.
The young man looked quite healthy, and he remembered him; he looked about ten or twenty years old, a very different appearance from the thirty or forty years old he was now.
Han Songhong was, in the eyes of the countryside, a very promising type of person.
In the countryside, whether or not the pillar of the family was promising was judged by two things: whether there were any new houses being built in the village, meaning that the old houses were being rebuilt; or whether there was a house in the city.
It seems that it boils down to one thing.
It's all about the house.
Han Songhong built the best house in the village, but his children would rather buy a house in the city.
To a certain extent, it was better to take the money and buy a house in the city at that time.
After all, the rate of increase in house prices in the city was truly astonishing.
The growth of family wealth among Chinese people mainly depends on the house.
'Please ask, I'm still healthy, I eat two bowls of rice every meal, and a glass of wine in the evening.'
Being able to eat is a good thing!
Isn't there a very important allusion to it, that of Lian Po, old but still able to eat?
Han Songlin laughed and said, 'Uncle Zhang, when you go back later, take two bottles of wine with you.'
'No need!'
'It's fine, in the future, if you run out of wine, just ask me, I run a winery, I can provide you with as much wine as you want!'
'That's not necessary!'
Han Songlin laughed, and the conversation turned to Han Songhong: 'What does Songhong do now?'
Han Shunzhang patted Han Songhong on the shoulder to indicate that he should speak.
Han Songhong responded to the tap: 'I work as a welder at the factory!'
'Welder, welder, that's not bad. Skilled workers are in short supply in China, so you'll earn a good salary in the future!'
Many skilled workers do indeed have low educational qualifications, but compared to the seemingly respectable college students sitting in offices, their salary levels are much higher.
In this world, it has always been that you do a job and get paid for it.
Jobs that can be easily replaced will never be well paid.
Han Shunzhang said with a smug look on his face, 'I just want him to learn a skill when he is young, so that he will have a skill to fall back on, and no matter what happens in the future, he will still have a job and be able to feed himself!'
Han Shunzhang is very proud of the path he has set out for his children.
Look, now Han Songlin is saying that this path was the right one to choose, so it really was the right choice!
Han Songlin curiously asked, 'Can Songhong do fish-scale welding?'
Han Songhong looked up, her eyes full of surprise.
Fish-scale welding is a welding process, and not many people in China have mastered this method.
It takes time for a process to emerge and then be promoted for industrial production.
Moreover, for some companies, the emergence of a new process is a kind of core competitiveness, so how could they casually pass it on?
'My master knows how to do it, and I'm still learning!'
Han Songlin: 'Then your master is pretty amazing, so study hard. This person, if they have real skills, will do well wherever they go.'