"Get in the car quickly, you can't park here for too long."
Twenty minutes later, Wang Shang's father finally drove over in a white SUV with a logo that looked like horns, which he still didn't know the name of. He parked on the side of the road and said to Wang Shang hurriedly as soon as he got out of the car.
Wang Shang pulled the suitcase to the back of the car, opened the trunk, put the suitcase in, and then sat on the passenger seat.
Dad Wang immediately drove the car up, but at an intersection, Dad turned around and went down.
"Dad, are you going to go the old way?" Wang Shang subconsciously grasped the handle of the car door.
"Hurry up the old road."
"No, the old road is too dangerous."
Wang Shang was anxious. Not only was the old road narrow, but the outer lane going back was also on the cliff side.
When he was in high school, every time he had to go home on weekends and take the shuttle bus to a seat near the outside, Wang Shang felt as if he was hanging over a cliff. It made him frightened, fearing that the bus would fall.
"If you don't know how to speak, don't speak. You're talking nonsense."
Father Wang frowned. Their generation believed that misfortune comes from the mouth, so when driving, they were most afraid of anyone saying dangerous words.
Wang Shang shut up, and he also remembered this matter. He had said it once in his previous life, and his father had reprimanded him.
Seeing that his son had stopped talking, Father Wang said nothing more and concentrated on driving.
Soon, the car reached the middle of the mountain and drove down. There was a cliff outside Wang Shang's car window. But because it was night, and there were no street lights on this road, it didn't look real. I could only see the little lights from the village below, like
Stars twinkle in the dark night.
This dispelled a lot of fear in Wang Shang's heart.
During the day, this road is really scary.
In particular, it has a sharp bend. When taking a shuttle bus, because the car is relatively high, there will be a centrifugal force pushing people toward the cliff when the car goes around the bend. At the same time, the car will also have a tendency to tip over.
It's so scary, it makes you feel like the car is going to flip over a cliff.
In short, every time he walked this road when he was a child, Wang Shang tried to avoid sitting on the seats near the cliff.
Later, the government may have felt that this road was too dangerous, so it opened up the mountain and built a tunnel, which is the new road, which was only opened two years ago.
Wang Shang wanted his father to go through the tunnel before.
It's just that you have to go around to the top through the tunnel, but Father Wang doesn't want to go because it's too far.
Wang Shang had no choice.
Fortunately, there were not many people walking on the path. There were no oncoming vehicles coming all the way downhill to the flat ground tonight, so there was nothing that would frighten Wang Shang.
"Why did you resign?"
As the car entered a gentle road, Dad Wang relaxed and began to ask his son why he resigned.
"The salary is too low. I want to change my job." Wang Shang said casually.
He planned to talk about what he was going to write when he got home, so as not to scare his father while he was driving.
"Then you came back...not looking for a job?" Father Wang was confused.
"I've found it. I'll tell you when I get home."
"Found it, what kind of job?" Father Wang ignored his son, anxious to know what kind of job his son had found.
"You will know when we get back." Wang Shang insisted on going home.
Father Wang glanced at his son and muttered: "What kind of work is it so mysterious that you have to go home to talk about it?"
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped on the roadside of the village, which was also in front of Wang Shang's house.
His house is right on the road, which is very convenient.
Wang Shang got out of the car and took his luggage and pushed open the iron gate of the yard and went in. Dad Wang drove to the front and drove back to the big yard at the back through the back door.
The advantage of rural areas is that they are large.
Behind Wang Shang's two-story bungalow there is an open space as big as five or six basketball courts, which is used for a brick factory and can also be used for parking.
When his father came back from Guangdong Province, he invested more than 400,000 yuan and opened a small brick factory at home. He also bought a medium-sized truck that pulled bricks, specializing in selling bricks.
Business was good at the beginning, but Wang Shang knew that after this year, the national regulations would require centralized tax collection, and except for a few designated large brick factories, all other small brick factories would be closed.
It's no surprise to Wang Shang's family, so next year in order to repay the loan, his father, who is in his fifties, will go to Guangdong Province to work despite a herniated disc.
Wang Shang in his previous life could only feel intolerant of this, but he was powerless and could not say: Dad, please don't come, I am enough.
One of the main purposes of Wang Shang's return this time was to resolve this loan.
"The food is still hot. It's over there in the kitchen. You can eat it by yourself later. Your father and I have already eaten."
As soon as they entered the door, Shang's mother, who was sitting on the sofa, said to her son Wang Shang calmly.
"knew."
Wang Shang carried his suitcase through the living room and then went upstairs. His room was on the second floor.
When he came to the room and turned on the light, his bed had been covered with clean sheets. Apparently, Shang's mother had laid them on him knowing that Wang Shang was coming back.
"very nice."
Every time when he comes back and sees the bed sheets and quilt covers, Wang Shang feels an indescribable warmth in his heart, as if his whole body has been healed. No matter how tired you are outside, your parents can always make you happy when you get home.
Feel the reliability of home.
Go downstairs, eat, and then sit down on the sofa in the living room, ready to start a discussion meeting about Wang Shang resigning and returning home.
"Your dad said you have found a job. What job?"
As soon as Wang Shang sat down, Shang's mother asked. Apparently, Wang Shang's father had already told her what Wang Shang said about finding a job.
Wang Shang was sitting alone on a sofa. He was a little full after eating. He took a breath and said, "I am writing online now."
"Did you really write it!!!?"
Shang's mother was angry and her voice couldn't help but become louder.
The last time she called her son to persuade her to come back and take the civil service exam, her son said that he was writing about the Internet. At that time, she tried to persuade her son not to be deceived, but she didn't expect that his son still...
Compared to Shang's mother's distrust, Wang's father was more sensible. He asked, "What kind of job is writing?"
"That's when..." Wang Shang posted how on Qidian, focusing on how he made money by writing about the Internet, and told his parents.
After listening to this, Dad Wang seemed to understand a little bit and said, "You mean, if you write something and then people on the Internet can read it, you have to pay to see it, right?"
"Yes." Wang Shang nodded.
"It's like buying a ticket to watch a movie." Shang's mother frowned, and she understood a little bit.
"Yes." Wang Shang still nodded and wrote "pay". It is essentially the same as giving money to buy something. In fact, it is easy to understand.
Wang Shang's parents are not antiques either. Even though they have only just graduated from elementary school, they didn't know a few words when they first went out to work, and they could only write their own names.
But later by watching TV, I not only learned a lot of words, but also could write them.
Their ability to accept new things is relatively strong.
After hearing Wang Shang's careful explanation, they quickly understood that Wang Shang made money through writing.
But... making money is one thing, but how much money you make is another.
So Shang Ma went straight to the core and asked: "Then how much salary can you make in a month if you do this now?"
Wang Shang also knows his mother's character. No matter how nice she talks, it's useless. You have to show real results before she will recognize your job.
This was the case for Wang Shang in his previous life. When he first started writing, he was earning one or two thousand a month. His mother felt that the reason why his son wrote was because he was afraid of hardship and was afraid that the work would be too hard, so he was lazy, so she chose to write.
It wasn't until a year later that Wang Shang's monthly manuscript fee stabilized at four to five thousand, that Shang's mother reluctantly accepted that her son's writing was a serious job that he could do without starving to death.
So now... Wang Shang didn't waste any time and directly showed his work? text message and said: "This is the salary I wrote last month."
Shang's mother took Wang Shang's mobile phone, and Wang's father also came over and looked at Wang Shang's work text message on the phone with his wife.
"Ninety thousand...two hundred and sixty thousand...three hundred and forty thousand!!!"
Before Shang's mother could say anything, Wang's father was shocked by the balance of 340,000 yuan on Wang Shanggong's card and said it loudly.
Shang's mother was also shocked at this moment. She looked carefully and saw that the total was 350,000, all of which were remitted this month.
In other words, her son’s current monthly salary is 350,000!!!
This... Shang's mother looked at her son, still unable to believe that this was real, and then asked for confirmation: "Is this true?"
Wang Shang didn't say anything, he just took his mobile phone from Shang's mother, and then transferred 100,000 yuan to Shang's mother's WeChat in front of Shang's mother.
Shang's mother felt her phone vibrate, took out her phone and opened WeChat. Sure enough, she saw the WeChat transfer opened by her son.
Looking at the dazzling ￥100000.00, I was stunned and didn't dare to click accept.
It's not that she hasn't seen 100,000 yuan. In fact, the couple's highest deposit was more than 500,000 yuan.
But that is their accumulation of more than ten or twenty years.
But now, her son casually transferred 100,000 yuan to her, which was their previous income for at least four to five years.
However, this 100,000 yuan is only less than half of my son’s salary last month.
In other words, his son's two months' salary is more than they spent most of their lives struggling.
Tell me how this doesn't shock Shang's mother and make her feel like she's dreaming and it's unreal.
"Take it, Mom." Wang Shang urged.
"You...we borrowed it from you."
Shang's mother finally accepted it, but she emphasized that she was borrowing the money from her son and she could accept it with peace of mind. She would never want a son with such a large sum of tens of thousands.
"Okay." Wang Shang smiled and said nothing. He knew that his mother's character was like this.
In the previous life, during the Chinese New Year next year, Wang Shang gave Shang's mother 16,000 yuan to pay off a loan. Shang's mother also said that she and her son had borrowed it and would pay it back later.
Wang Shang didn't pay attention. Naturally, there was no reason for him to ask his parents to pay back the money he gave him.
But four years later, when Wang Shang had forgotten how much money he gave Shang's mother to repay the loan, Shang's mother still remembered clearly that in addition to sixteen thousand yuan, there were other things he had taken from Wang Shang.
If it's more than a thousand yuan, she's very clear about it.
It shows that she really takes repaying her son's money seriously.
"You transfer 80,000 yuan to me to repay the loan."
Father Wang touched Shang's mother's shoulder and saw Shang's mother accepting the one hundred thousand yuan given by Wang Shang. He was a little jealous, but he was too embarrassed to speak to his son, so he turned to his wife.
Shang's mother glared at her husband and said, "I took my son's money just to repay the loan."
After saying that, Shang's mother actually transferred the 80,000 yuan to Wang's father.
"What loan?" Wang Shang asked at the right time. In fact, he already knew about the loan.
"That's it..." Shang's mother began to explain the loan.
Wang Shang knew about the loan. A simple summary is that the annual income is only enough to maintain living expenses and pay interest, but not to repay the principal.
Then four or five years passed like this, and the loan was still the same and had not been repaid.
This is equivalent to carrying a debt of 80,000 yuan at any time. Over time, it creates a kind of pressure on Father Wang and Mother Shang.
The two of them have long wanted to get rid of the life pressure caused by this loan.
"Anyway, this is the whole situation of our family now."
Shang's mother not only talked about the loan, but also talked about some difficulties at home, such as not being able to open a brick factory next year, and she plans to open a lingerie store in the next town next year.
Originally, Shang's mother would not tell her son this.
But now that her son had made a lot of money, Shang's mother suddenly felt that her son was an adult and it was time for him to know about the family's difficulties, so she told him everything.
It was only then that Wang Shang realized that his parents actually knew in advance that the brick factory would not be able to open next year, and had made corresponding plans.
Thinking of this, while Wang Shang admired his parents, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
These are our parents, struggling silently in places we don’t know.
"But all this is over, I am reborn, and this time, my parents can enjoy happiness in advance." Wang Shang thought secretly in his heart.