Author: Index Han

Just like in the early years, there is no longer the joy of purchasing New Year’s goods. The family has already prepared all the New Year’s goods, including food, drinks, and entertainment, all prepared in advance.

This has been the case since Song Ci was in high school. Everything is bought in advance. There is no need to buy anything during the Chinese New Year. You can just wait and eat at home.

Mom arranged everything so clearly that Song Kui couldn't even get involved, let alone Song Ci.

In the past, Lao Song would occasionally come back to entertain guests and have family dinners. But later he found it troublesome and felt sorry for his wife, so he always entertained guests outside. Except for relatives and friends, he rarely brought her home.

Several large refrigerators, where ingredients were often prepared, have become one.

On New Year's Eve, Song Ci was called up early in the morning to start cleaning and preparing food for the New Year's Eve dinner. Over the years, my mother has become more and more sophisticated in cooking.

He is also very proficient in various cuisines, quite like a chef.

Song Ci could only take action and was kicked out of the kitchen while he was busy. Seeing his grandfather and father playing chess, he went over to help make tea.

"Go, go, go, let's go, waste good tea, what did you make?" The old man took a sip and poured the tea in the cup.

The old man is a tea lover, and so is Lao Song, but Song Ci is not.

The main business of the family is still tea, followed by agricultural products, then handicrafts, and others. The most income comes from tea.

"It's okay to let him make tea in a cup, but he won't be able to make fine tea." Old Song looked at Song Ci: "Let's see if we can pass on this skill at home to our grandson."

I don’t count on my son, and I can’t count on him. I can only count on my grandson. I hope he likes playing with tea leaves and tea sets, and at least he has a legacy.

The Ci family of Song Dynasty had its own tea-making technology. Our ancestors used to rely on this to survive those difficult times without turning into rebels.

When it was passed down to Grandpa Song Ci, he accumulated little by little, bought a tea plantation, and started his own small business. The family was considered to have some wealth.

The one who really carried it forward was Lao Song. He had liked it since he was a child. Whether it was picking tea or making tea, he had enough patience and love for this matter.

Song Ci is not good at it. He doesn't like this at all. If he is asked to pick tea, he will only study how to build a machine to do this.

Many things require people to do well and cannot be replaced by machines. For example, handicrafts and tea cannot be replaced by machines.

"Even my father doesn't like it, how can his son like it?" Song Ci looked at the old man's eyes and immediately changed his mind: "If I have more children, there will always be one I like."

The old man continued to look at the chess pieces.

Even though they look serious, they are actually just bad chess players. The same goes for Lao Song, and so does the old man. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t play well, but he really likes to play.

Inherited from Song Ci, he is also a bad chess player. He usually plays chess with Tang Shi, losing more and winning less, but he never gets tired of it.

"Next year you will be 24, you will be 25 when you get married and have children. The second wife will be 27, the third will be 29, and the fourth will be 31. Even if you are 35, you will only have 6 children. I hope you can

There must be people who like it, otherwise no one will inherit the craftsmanship." Lao Song replied.

From a small tea-making factory to a group company, Lao Song has done technical work in the workshop and also run business. He has done everything, both basic and not basic.

A small factory grew bigger and bigger until it reached its current scale.

"You are as lazy as your father. After all, your father is smart, but you are the only one who is lazy." The old man looked at Song Ci and shook his head: "What are we going to do in the future? Leave it all to my wife."

Jiang is still very old, and the old man can guess Song Ci's general thoughts.

More or less, the old man doesn't like this kind of behavior. Song Ci's family is somewhat chauvinistic. Although they all love their wives, they still prefer to make their own decisions when doing things.

The character of the male protagonist.

Song Ci was just the opposite. He would rather be a cat than run his own business. He was very lazy.

"Let's talk about it when the time comes. Anyway, it's your own family, no one cares about it. Besides, I don't like to care about this." Song Ci replied.

Lao Song shook his head and said nothing.

He gave birth to his own child, and he knew it well. Even if a salted fish says that a tiger father has no dog sons, it is not true.

"I'm curious, where did your investment in Xiao Tang come from?" Old Song looked at Song Ci curiously.

The money invested in Tang poetry is not small.

Where Song Ci got this money is what Lao Song is most curious about. Where did he earn it?

"Stocks, futures, funds, that's all." Song Ci answered seriously.

The old man looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect that his grandson could still play this game and make money. He once lost tens of thousands of dollars and stopped playing.

Lao Song touched his chin: "I don't believe it!"

Song Ci: "."

It is not an easy task to deceive the father. Song Ci knows very well. If the money did not come from these places, Song Ci would not dare to say this.

There are also various investment companies, and Song Ci is not afraid of exposing his secrets.

"I have my own way of making money. Believe it or not, I still have 100 million in my bank card?" Song Ci asked back.

Seeing that Lao Song still didn't believe it, Song Ci didn't explain it anymore, so that was enough.

The old man came over and said with a smile: "Grandson, let me see if it is true."

The old man with bright eyes kept staring at him, so Song Ci had no choice but to show him the message.

Balance: 100454562.5.

It’s really a hundred million.

"There really is 100 million, son, look, it's really there! Ma De, my grandson is pretending, this brat, even after making money, he doesn't say anything." The old man stretched out his hand and pulled Lao Song, asking him to come over and take a look.

Old Song took a look and was even more surprised.

It's normal to have millions or tens of millions. After all, his wife has given him a lot, and there are several million. He didn't expect so much.

"Part of it is this year's dividends, and part of it is earnings. Next year I plan to set up an investment company. I hope to have one billion in self-owned funds by then." Song Ci put away the phone.

The old man touched his beard and nodded with some satisfaction. These are the children of the Song family.

If he knew how to give it away, he would have to knock Song Ci with a cigarette pole.

"I'll transfer some money to you later. You can start the company first, and you can take care of the funds yourself." Lao Song added: "Don't ask your mother for pocket money anymore."

Song Ci: "."

Having no pocket money is even more uncomfortable than having money.

His mother would transfer some money to him every month, saying that no matter how much money he earned, it would not be enough to support the family, for fear that he would have no money to spend.

Now there is no more. I have to earn it myself in the future. The money I earn is not as good as the money my mother gave me!

Although the pocket money is gone, at least it proves that I am not just a salty fish. My father also gave me a start-up capital. Next year, I can show off my skills again.

I also invest in the entire company and experience the joy of being a boss.

"How many are there?" Song Ci asked.

Lao Song did not say how many there were specifically, but it should be quite large depending on the situation.

"Uncle, uncle, can you play with me for a while?" Xiaobao, who was holding a small train, called at the door.

It seemed that he was afraid that Song Ci would not agree, so he was very polite.

Standing up, Song Ci walked to the door and took him to buy fireworks. They bought everything. Song Ci bought the fireworks every year. Xiaobao just happened to be bored, so he took him to buy fireworks.

Song Ci remembered that when he was a child, fireworks and firecrackers were allowed to be set off in the city, but later they were not allowed to do so.

On their side, they are all lighting things up.

"Let's go, uncle will take you to buy fireworks." Song Ci picked up Xiaobao and said, "If you want to buy anything, just tell your uncle."

This little guy came in the morning, while Song Kui and Xiaobao's father didn't arrive until noon. Whenever they were in Jinmen every year during the New Year, their family would spend it with their parents. If they wanted to go back to their hometown to celebrate the New Year, they would come back to celebrate the Lantern Festival.

One year here and one year back home, Zhang Jianbin just made do with Song Kui.

"Okay uncle, I love you uncle." Xiaobao smiled happily.

Having a loving uncle is very happy for a child. If mom and dad don't buy things for you, you can get them from your uncle.

Xiaobao likes Song Ci, not only because Song Ci can help him support him, but also because Song Ci rarely refuses his requests. Even if he refuses, he will patiently tell him why he can't do it.

Children's likes are pure and just because they are good to themselves.

"Let's go, uncle will take you out to play." Song Ci took a car key from the pile of car keys in the drawer: "Mom, I went to buy fireworks. I asked my brother-in-law to post the couplet."

After talking to his mother, Song Ci ran away with the child.

The places that sell fireworks are not close together. There are some small temporary sales points, but they don't have any big products. To buy big ones, you have to go to a farther place.

Such flammable and explosive items are not sold in urban areas, but in the suburbs.

Xiaobao, who was sitting in the back seat, opened the car window and looked at the city outside the window. He didn't know why he was happy, and he was giggling.

"Xiaobao, what are you laughing at?" Song Ci asked him.

"Uncle, there was a beautiful woman just now." Xiaobao replied: "So beautiful."

Song Ci: "."

Is this Po Meng's soup mixed with water? Such a young child knows how to look at beautiful women! When he grows up, he is not allowed to choose a concubine?

For a moment, Song Ci felt that it would be okay if Zhang Jianbin could not make a lot of money in the future. If he made a lot of money, would Xiaobao become a playboy?

Shaking his head, Song Ci felt that his worries were unfounded.
To be continued...