Chapter 29: Fortune Comes to My House This Year
Yinghai City.
Zhang Zhaohai put down his phone, his expression full of excitement.
Just now, his son Zhang Yang had sent a message saying the rough stone had been sold for 3.5 million. He had even shown him the cigarettes and liquor he bought for him.
"Good kid, spending money recklessly." Zhang Zhaohai rubbed his hands and couldn't help laughing.
3.5 million!
Ha ha, fortune had truly come to their family!
Why were he and Zhang Yang's mother still racking their brains to make money every day at this age? Why were they still pinching pennies here and saving a little there?
There was only one reason.
Their eldest son hadn't settled any of life's major matters yet. Old Zhang couldn't even sleep peacefully at night.
It was the responsibility of parents.
Fortunately, heaven had shown mercy and given them a chance to change their lives.
3.5 million wouldn't make them rich, but it could solve the problems of a house, a car, and savings all at once.
Besides, the couple hadn't even retired yet. If they worked hard for a few more years, and their son continued earning money while still young…
By that calculation, their family was like oil being poured on a blazing fire-prospering more and more.
Thinking of this, Zhang Zhaohai couldn't help pulling out a cigarette and lighting it happily.
Suddenly, the sound of the door opening came from outside.
Zhang Zhaohai was startled and instinctively wanted to stub it out first, then light it again later.
"Old Zhang." Song Wenqin had returned. "Old Zhang, where are you?"
"I'm on the balcony!" Zhang Zhaohai responded and opened the window.
Song Wenqin walked onto the balcony, sniffed the air, and immediately frowned.
"Smoking at home again. I've told you so many times. You already breathe in cooking fumes in the kitchen-do you even care about your health?"
For Zhang Zhaohai's health, Song Wenqin scolded him mercilessly.
Knowing he was in the wrong, Zhang Zhaohai hurriedly promised his wife he'd stop, while secretly organizing his words to tell her about Zhang Yang selling the rough stone for 3.5 million.
Unexpectedly, Song Wenqin suddenly let out a long sigh.
"My younger brother's family refused to lend the money."
Zhang Zhaohai was stunned, then suddenly remembered. He had almost forgotten about this matter.
He had originally been a chef, but in recent years he had been helping in his brother-in-law's restaurant kitchen, and the pay wasn't much better than others.
So he had always wanted to open a small restaurant himself.
He had even picked a location-storefront space outside a newly completed residential complex nearby. There were many construction sites around, so a place selling home-style stir-fried dishes should do well.
But after calculating their finances, the couple was still short of some money. Song Wenqin had planned to ask her younger brother Song Wenbo for a temporary loan.
After all, when Song Wenbo opened this restaurant years ago, the couple had also lent him money.
Later, once the business got on track, Zhang Zhaohai worked diligently in the kitchen and helped avoid many losses.
Who would have thought that something they thought was almost certain would be rejected so directly?
Zhang Zhaohai opened his mouth, almost cursing out loud, but held back because of Song Wenqin.
"Ungrateful wretch! Back then I even gave up studying so he could go to school. Whenever there was good food, I gave it to him instead of eating it myself!" Song Wenqin cursed without restraint.
The affection between siblings was real, but that was before they had families of their own.
Once they each had their own families, selfishness naturally appeared.
Besides, she had long disliked her sister-in-law.
"Well… if they won't lend it, forget it. I just happen to have something to tell you." Zhang Zhaohai smiled indifferently.
If they didn't lend it, then so be it. Did he really need their money?
"What is it?" Song Wenqin, still annoyed, sat down and drained a glass of water in one gulp. "If they won't lend it, where are we going to get the money to open the restaurant?"
"No rush, no anger. Come, come, let me tell you…" Zhang Zhaohai pulled her down to sit and carefully organized his words.
Ten minutes later, excited cheers suddenly erupted from the hundred-square-meter (~1,076 sq ft) apartment.
"Such good luck! Is it real?!" Song Wenqin grabbed Zhang Zhaohai's arm, her face full of disbelief.
"Absolutely real. I even took photos of the rough stone. Look." Zhang Zhaohai showed her the pictures. "That kid was lucky-and bold. How did he dare to spend all his savings just to gamble on a possibility?"
"Good thing the gamble succeeded." Song Wenqin let out a long breath. "The house we looked at earlier-I think we can finalize it when Zhang Yang comes back."
Zhang Zhaohai cleared his throat.
"Well… Wenqin, about your brother's place… I don't really want to work there anymore."
He had always treated them like family. In the kitchen, he monitored all the supplies and expenses, helping them avoid who knew how many losses.
And in the end, they didn't show even a little kindness.
Then what was the point of continuing? Even if he didn't open his own place, working at any restaurant would be easier and freer than here.
"Then don't work there." Song Wenqin nodded.
Working under relatives wasn't easy anyway. They might as well leave now.
Early the next morning, Zhang Zhaohai went to the restaurant as usual.
As soon as he entered, he ran into his brother-in-law Song Wenbo.
"Brother-in-law." Song Wenbo forced a smile and greeted him. "My sister told me yesterday, but you know… the restaurant looks like it's doing well, but I still have a lot of debt. It's hard."
Zhang Zhaohai waved his hand.
"It's fine. I know you have your difficulties. Let's not talk about that. I just happen to have something to tell you."
Song Wenbo was stunned.
"Brother-in-law… what is it?"
"I'm getting older. Working in the kitchen every day is getting too tiring. So I plan to work until the end of the month. You should find another chef soon." Zhang Zhaohai said casually.
"What?!" Song Wenbo's expression immediately changed. "Brother-in-law, that's not fair. Just because we didn't lend the money? You know it's busy lately…"
Zhang Zhaohai sneered inwardly.
So he really was an ungrateful wretch. With May Day approaching, they couldn't do without him. If it were the off-season, who knew how they would act.
"That's not a nice thing to say. It sounds like I'm doing this on purpose…" Zhang Zhaohai waved his hand and walked straight into the kitchen.
Watching Zhang Zhaohai's departing figure, Song Wenbo's expression kept changing.
Downstairs from the restaurant, a BMW 5 Series slowly stopped. A well-maintained woman got out and walked into the restaurant.
Several staff members greeted her as "Boss's wife."
She was Song Wenbo's wife, Zhang Yang's aunt-Zhou Xiaona.
"Song Wenbo, your brother-in-law is here, right?" Zhou Xiaona asked, glancing toward the kitchen.
"He's here. In the kitchen." Song Wenbo replied gloomily.
"What's wrong? Why do you look so down? What did he say?" Zhou Xiaona frowned.
"He's quitting. Says he'll leave in a couple of days." Song Wenbo said angrily. "If I'd known, I would've lent the money to my sister. It's all because of you-you insisted on stopping me."
"Look at you, so spineless, letting him threaten you like that?!" Zhou Xiaona immediately started scolding him.
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