A 1970s mom raises a cute baby, and a crazy boss spoils her

She secretly estimated Lu Jianye's financial resources in her mind, and thought, for a family like theirs, it should be no problem to just take three to five thousand, right?

"Uncle, my friend has a total of twenty pieces in this batch of goods, and they are all in exactly the same quality. You can inspect the goods first and then pay." Gu Qinghuan said with a smile.

Lu Jianye frowned. Twenty? Wouldn't that cost four thousand yuan?

This is not a small amount of money. I can afford it, but if I get stuck with these watches, all my money will be gone.

But think about it from another angle. If you make fifty dollars from each of the twenty watches, that would be one thousand dollars.

You have to know that their family has worked hard for so many years and the savings are less than 5,000 yuan. It is not a good thing that they can make 1,000 yuan by reselling it.

Gu Qinghuan saw Lu Jianye's dilemma, but did not urge him. In this kind of matter, it is better to do it with mutual consent.

After pondering for a while, Lu Jianye finally made up his mind. Damn it, you bastard would be a fool for not making money.

"Niece, when will the goods be delivered? I'm going home to raise money now."

"Uncle Lu is very courageous. I will go to my friend to get the goods. I will come back to you in an hour at most."

"Okay!" Lu Jianye was also an impatient person, so he immediately rushed home to get the money.

Gu Qinghuan returned to the space, spent two hundred yuan, and ordered twenty watches, which he packed in a cloth bag.

It was still early, and she was thinking in her space how to legitimately take out the things she bought for her grandfather and his family.

I gave them a hundred before, and now I'm spending money to buy so many things, they are bound to be suspicious.

Later on, we had to send them food and other supplies frequently.

Sooner or later you have to get through this stage.

Gu Qinghuan made up his mind and decided to just talk about this matter directly after sending them back today.

Otherwise it would be like a bomb hanging over your head, making you terrified.

Sooner or later you'll have to know.

Thinking of this, she already felt the storm was about to come.

Take out the cotton-padded clothes and other supplies for grandparents and mom and take them back today.

As for the two large quilts, I'll find a way to send them over later.

If they try to take everything together, not only will they not be able to take it all, but they will also attract jealousy. Last time my mother was pushed, the culprit has not been found yet. It is always bad to be too conspicuous, especially for them who have such a sensitive identity.

Once the things are packed up, it’s almost time.

Gu Qinghuan came to Lu Jianye's office again. He was already waiting inside and even made tea for Gu Qinghuan.

Gu Qinghuan was not in a hurry. He sat down and sipped the tea carefully.

“The tea tastes rich but not bitter, the tea aroma is mellow but not astringent, fresh and sweet, with a unique flavor.”

"My niece has good taste. Do you like this Lu'an Guapian? I'll give you two boxes when you leave later."

The two exchanged a few polite words and then got down to business.

"Uncle Lu, the goods are all here, please check them."

Gu Qinghuan placed the bag in front of Lu Jianye, then continued to sip the tea calmly.

Lu Jianye opened each box and checked them carefully to confirm that each watch was authentic.

After confirming that everything was correct, he showed a sincere smile on his face: "Niece, it's okay. Here is four thousand yuan. Please count it."

Gu Qinghuan stood up, took the money, counted it carefully twice, and put it in the bag after making sure it was okay.

"Uncle Lu is open and honest in his work."

"Niece, walk out of this door. You have never given me a watch, and I have never given you money." Lu Jianye whispered.

"I know the rules, don't worry, Uncle Lu." Gu Qinghuan hoped that both of them would keep this matter to themselves, so why would they bring it up?

"Okay, I'll take you out. Oh, and take these two boxes of Lu'an Guapian."

Lu Jianye actually stuffed the tea leaves into her hands.

Both of them were doing it for profit, and there was no friendship between them, so Gu Qinghuan accepted it generously.

When passing by the counter, Gu Qinghuan found something of interest.

Moutai.

During this special historical period, Moutai changed its brand name from Feitian to Sunflower, and used milky white glass bottles with red ribbons tied around the mouth of the bottle, on which were embroidered "China Kweichow Moutai".

It is worth mentioning that there were two patterns of this sunflower design. The rare one was called large-leaf sunflower. As the name suggests, the leaves of the sunflower pattern on its registered trademark are very wide.

Gu Qinghuan once saw on Douyin that at a domestic auction, a bottle of 1976-year-old large-leaf sunflower Maotai shocked the whole country. It was sold at a high price of 500,000 yuan.

Because the large-leaf sunflower trademark has a very short lifespan and very few of them remain in the world.

It’s only 1975, so we’ll have to wait for the big-leaf sunflower, but we can’t miss the other ordinary Moutai.

If the 1975 Moutai was sold in the future, wouldn’t it be worth 50,000 or 60,000 yuan per bottle?

Gu Qinghuan was secretly delighted that he had found another way to get rich.

The middlemen make a lot of money by making the difference.

"Uncle Lu, by the way, the elders in my family like Moutai liquor. I want to buy some to honor them. Can you be flexible?" To buy Moutai liquor, a permit is required.

Lu Jianye is a manager after all, so he does have some rights.

"No problem. Are four bottles enough for you? The main thing is that you can only take four more bottles this month. If it's not enough for you, come back next month and I'll keep some for you."

Lu Jianye had just made a huge profit from Gu Qinghuan, so he was naturally happy to help with such a small matter.

Gu Qinghuan naturally had no objection.

"That's great, thank you Uncle Lu."

Lu Jianye asked the salesperson to write out a receipt, and then he went to pay.

Gu Qinghuan immediately followed and rushed to pay. Four bottles of Moutai, seven yuan a bottle, a total of twenty-eight yuan. How could she bear to let others pay for it?

Seeing that she was not one to take advantage of others and was also good at handling things, Lu Jianye looked up to her from the bottom of his heart.

The two said goodbye at the door of the grocery store.

It’s getting late, already four o’clock in the afternoon.

Gu Qinghuan hurriedly got on his bike and rushed to the hospital.

On the way, I found an opportunity to put the wine and money into the space, and took out the things prepared for my grandparents and hung them in front of the car's handlebars.

Even though she tried to stuff it in, it was still a large package because there were so many things.

When they arrived at the hospital, Zhong Zijun and Cheng Shuying had already completed the discharge procedures and packed their things and were waiting for Gu Qinghuan.

After saying goodbye to their fellow patients in the ward, the three of them packed their luggage and prepared to return to the village.

"Mom, come up and put your luggage up. I'll take you back first and then come back to pick up grandma."

There was no other way. If there was no luggage, she could try to carry two people, but there was too much luggage and there was a patient, so it was better to be cautious.

The two didn't expect that Gu Qinghuan also borrowed a bicycle.

"Huanhuan, when did you learn to ride a bicycle?" Zhong Zijun remembered that her daughter was in middle school and she fell down when she first learned to ride a bicycle. She never wanted to ride a bicycle again.

Gu Qinghuan hadn't expected this to happen, so she laughed it off and tried to get away with it: "It's what life forces us to do, we have to always look forward."

Zhong Zijun suddenly felt as if someone was grabbing her heart. This was not the only thing she was forced to learn.

An unspeakable pain deeply tormented the mother.

It is the mother's incompetence that she is unable to protect her daughter from the bullying in life and let her face this bleak life.

Because of this little episode, Zhong Zijun was very silent along the way and did not notice the large and small bags that Gu Qinghuan bought.

She used her free right hand to tightly grasp the corner of her daughter's clothes. Her eyes were blurred and as wet as her heart.

Time flies so fast, that little person can now shelter her from the wind and rain.