Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

The next morning.

Hao Jianjun embarked on his journey back to his hometown, and Hao Qiang drove him to the bus station.

There are many trivial matters at home. The sugarcane harvesting and house decoration work are in full swing. Fortunately, my uncle Hao Jianmin is enthusiastic in helping and making arrangements.

Before his son came home, Hao Jianjun wanted to decorate the house and make it look brand new, with all the furniture and air conditioners installed properly so that his son would not have to worry about these trivial matters.

In the past, Hao Jianjun mistakenly thought that his son would be able to relax and feel comfortable after going to college.

He thought that his son was rich and could live a carefree life every day.

However, the reality is not like this.

Whenever night fell, he saw his son busy typing on the computer until late at night, having to study hard while also handling business matters.

Early in the morning, my son gets up early, exercises, and rushes to school.

Can a body like this handle it?

Hao Jianjun knew very well that he did not know how to manage a business, so he would not interfere with it without his son's consent, so as not to disrupt its normal operations.

After a whole night of careful consideration, he still couldn't find a practical and effective way to improve the store's performance.

The only thing he could do was to help his son make hot pot base and share some of the pressure with him.

After so many days of exploration and practice, he has mastered many production techniques and recorded in detail the requirements and procurement channels of various spices.

However, there is still some distance to go before I can meet my son's requirements. I need to continue working hard to meet his expectations before the Lantern Festival, so as to reduce some of his workload.

Hao Jianjun knows how to grasp the code of wealth that he has finally obtained.

Although I like to brag normally, I have to be reliable at critical moments.

August 1 at noon.

The warm sunshine shone on the quiet village. Hao Jianjun dragged his suitcase and headed home from the village entrance.

Just like the last time I set out for Yuecheng, I was filled with excitement.

The same thing happened this time when I returned home.

But the difference is that his son has undergone a tremendous change. He has made a fortune, and he and his wife can enjoy a good life.

His face was full of a confident smile.

He was dragging a suitcase with one hand and holding a cigarette with the other, leisurely looking at the scenery on both sides.

Many villagers have harvested their sugarcane, and there are several piles of sugarcane parked on the side of the village road, waiting to be loaded onto trucks and taken to the sugar factory.

There were a lot of fallen sugarcane leaves and some sugarcane residue that had been run over by cars on the dry mud road.

The village road was worse than usual. Fortunately, it hadn't rained in the past few days, otherwise it would have been really troublesome for him to drag the suitcase home.

Under the old banyan tree in the village, there were more than 20 villagers, playing cards or chatting about gossip.

When Hao Jianjun passed by, he attracted the attention of many villagers.

Not long ago, Liu Fengqing returned home after a short absence of a few days. Many villagers thought that Hao Chuiniu did not come back with his wife because he had found a job.

However, Hao Chuiniu's return today filled the villagers with curiosity.

"Jianjun, didn't you say you went to Yuecheng to work? Why are you back so early?" a villager asked curiously.

"Is it because the Chinese New Year is coming soon that the company is taking a holiday early?" another villager speculated.

Hao Jianjun walked to the banyan tree, took out cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to the villagers who usually smoked.

Facing the villagers' questions, he frowned slightly, his face showing displeasure: "Who said I went to Yuecheng to work? It's pure nonsense!"

The villager who took the cigarette smiled and replied, "Someone in the village said that you went to Yuecheng to work as a security guard."

Hao Jianjun's face instantly darkened. He felt very embarrassed and cursed, "I'm just a shitty security guard. Which bastard has such a foul mouth? I went to Yuecheng to visit my son."

The villagers who had received the good cigarettes saw that he was a little angry and flattered him, "Oh, I see. We thought you and your wife went to work together."

Some sharp-eyed villagers noticed that Hao Jianjun's clothes were obviously of a higher grade, and the high-end suitcase he was pulling was also particularly eye-catching.

A villager asked curiously, "Jianjun, your house has been under renovation for several days. Did you make a fortune?"

Hao Jianjun continued to distribute cigarettes generously, a proud smile on his face: "I guess so. This is all thanks to my son."

He knew that the growth of his family's wealth could not be concealed for long.

By the Chinese New Year, his son will definitely come back driving a Porsche, which will definitely cause a sensation among the villagers and even the whole town.

Moreover, he plans to purchase a large area of ​​land, which will be a considerable expense, and everyone in the village will know about it.

When his wife came back, his son deposited 50,000 yuan into her bank card for decoration and furniture purchase.

When he came back this time, his son transferred 100,000 yuan into his bank card and asked him to arrange the foundation.

Wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, just like walking in brocade at night.

Since the son makes money in a legitimate way, the family should enjoy this honor with dignity. There is no need to hide anything.

Before going home, he joked about this with his son, asking how the villagers would cope after they knew his family had made a fortune.

My son said it didn’t matter. There was no need to hide anything that would bring honor to the family, but he should not show off too much and should be careful of people with bad intentions. The windows and doors at home must be strong and locked at all times. He also raised two wolfhounds so that no one would dare to climb over the wall and steal things. Haha.

If you get bitten for stealing, you can't blame anyone.

At the same time, install another camera.

Hao Jianjun couldn't believe his son was so thoughtful and he strongly agreed with this idea.

"That's true. Did your son get another reward?" a villager asked curiously.

Hao Qiang had previously received a 20,000 yuan award from the Second High School in college, and it became a legend in the village and even in the town.

It wouldn't be surprising if he won another bonus in college.

The villagers envied Hao Chuiniu for having a good son, but they were unhappy with Hao Chuiniu's love of showing off.

Hao Jianjun noticed the puzzled expressions on the faces of the villagers around him, so he took out his mobile phone and turned on the ringtone of "Yu Xi Tan".

After a while, the passionate melody echoed in the air:

"I conquered the world with my spear and my horse, but this farewell is difficult..."

After this ringtone finished playing, he seamlessly switched to another ringtone: "Has anyone ever told you that I love you very much..."

The villagers watched Hao Jianjun's series of actions, and one of them couldn't help but jokingly said, "Jianjun, what are you doing?

What does it have to do with singing and discussing with us that your son received an award?

Are you trying to say this is the song your son sang? Haha..."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding villagers started laughing.

They were not laughing at Hao Jianjun, but they thought his behavior was sometimes really funny.

In this village, people usually chat about all sorts of things and speak directly, but without any malice.

Of course, unless there is a conflict of interest between the two parties, no one will offend others for no reason.

Many villagers have heard these two songs. In the past three months, these two new songs have suddenly become popular.

For ordinary people, they only care about which star sings the song, and rarely pay attention to the lyricist and composer behind it, unless someone is interested in verifying it, such as a media reporter.

Like many pop songs, everyone only knows who sings it, but may not know who wrote it.