MTL - Investment Life-Chapter 4

Liu Yun, who was preparing to pack things, suddenly looked stunned, and continued to show a bitter smile, "Sell sweaters? There are stores in other department stores. They also have to pay a lot of money to hire people and buy wool. They are all big businesses. How can we Learn from others ... "

"No, aunt, you misunderstood." Chen Yuanming shook his head gently. "Isn't it a big piece like a sweater, such as a scarf or gloves? It's quick to weave, and it doesn't take much effort. If you can sell it ... "

"Hey ~~" Liu Yun laughed out. "Doudou, you really lost your money! Who would buy gloves this year? If you do n’t hook them up, you wo n’t be able to knit sweaters or gloves?" Ah ... "She looked at Chen Yuanming's hand with frostbite, hesitated, and changed her mouth with a smile." Your mother is too busy, and I'll give you a hook when I'm free ... "

Chen Yuanming didn't agree this time, but shook his head more firmly. "I'm not talking about the ordinary wool gloves. Although the mittens can be taken outside, they are still taken off at home and in the classroom. Like In our class, there is a coal stove at the back of the room. There is only a coal stove in the back of the classroom. It is warm in winter, and the pen-writer will freeze. If you can make a kind of woolen gloves, divide five fingers, half of the fingertips. Leave it blank and be able to write with a glove on it? No one has ever done this stuff, so that ordinary people may not be able to weave it out. There must be sales! "

This time, Liu Yun stopped her movements, her slender eyebrows froze slightly, as if thinking about the possibility of this matter. After a long time, she finally hesitated to ask, "What about the line? I am all weaving spring here." Shirt, and this color ... "

"Wool is not a problem." Chen Yuanming said firmly. "It doesn't take much to hook a glove. I see that the short, bright colors left in the house can be used to match the color. Just add a main color, and gloves are not needed. It ’s too thick, flexible and convenient, and not sticking hands is the key. After all, everyone is cold-proof when writing. Maybe the sweater you picked can still have a dotted line. Use it directly. "

The sweater helper does have some wear and tear by default. Liu Yun used these threads to add small pieces or large mixed threads to his family in the past. If you save these threads ... even if you do n’t save them, buy some cost-effective ones. Scoring is not a problem, just this investment, what if you lose it?

"Can ... Can you sell it?" In the end, she still gritted her teeth and asked, people have been poor these years, and just changed the habit of grazing from the soil to planing from the factory, only dare to face her own Mu three points to make every effort. It is also because of this timidity that those who lived in the 1980s and 1990s and ventured into the sea became the richest generation.

"Yes!" Too clear about the other side's concerns, Chen Yuanming pulled out a very bright smile, "Auntie, you have such a good craftsmanship that you can sell it in big shopping malls. It's just a small glove. It's only the end of January. It's too early to pass the winter. This year's New Year is February 15th. If you make it before and after the Spring Festival, you can grab a stand and sell it in front of the department store or the family hall of the municipal government. Show it brightly, not afraid that those little girls who love beauty will not move! It hasn't snowed yet this year.

With such an encouragement from Chen Yuanming, Liu Yun was completely moved. She used to be full-hearted, otherwise she would n’t pick up private work. Now there ’s a simpler, the key is a really feasible idea. She took a long breath and nodded, “Then ... then I, then Try it first? No one has done this thing, I really do n’t know if it can be done. If it works, I will first weave a pair for your brother ... ”

"That relationship is good." Chen Yuanming replied with a smile. "But auntie, you don't have to leak it out first, just in case someone learns it ..."

"Eh! Hey ~~ I know this!" Liu Yun also laughed, and the sweater looks the same. Taking a look at this fashion magazine, there are so many people who can imitate it. Only oneself and her daughter can knit, just in case Ideas were stolen, but they couldn't keep up with others.

The two laughed happily, and Sun Lang opened his mouth and asked stupidly, "What are you talking about? I don't want wool gloves! I'm dead with trouble ..."

"Ah, you silly boy!" Liu Yun slaps and slaps on the son's head. "Look at Doudou so smart and competent, you have learned everything in your dog's belly!"

"Hey! Mom!" Sun Lang felt that he had died unjustly. "I am also in the key class of the second middle school. I will definitely be admitted to the top 50 this time ..."

"50 farts! The second middle school is not the key junior high school! Go and do the dishes !!"

"What ?!" Sun Langyi jumped up from the stool. "So cold, let me wash it ?!"

"You dead boy, what did I do to make you wash a bowl ?!"

Looking at the mother and son on the bar, Chen Yuanming stood up with a smile, "Auntie, let me come, I often wash at home ..."

"Ah, how can that be, and your hands are still frozen, don't touch the cold water all the time ... Er Mao!" Liu Mei stood upright, Liu Yun glared at her son, and Xiaoming greeted him.

Sun Lang glanced at Chen Yuanming's black, black, red, and thin claws, and finally defeated. "Well ... I'm here, I'm here, isn't it just washing a bowl ~~~ Doudou, you sit and wait for your brother to finish showing you the newly bought pictures!"

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He mumbled, holding up three bowls and walking towards the pool.

"This child!" Liu Yun smiled awkwardly, looked at Chen Yuanming, who was not like a child calmly, and suddenly felt a little distressed. Why is such a smart and clever child not her cub? Unfortunately, the old Chen family recently It's too embarrassing to have wronged the child ...

Thinking about Liu Yun, he pushed Chen Yuanming back to his seat. "Doudou, you sit, your aunt makes a cup of red jujube tea. The red dates that your uncle sent a few days ago are sweet."

Pressed and seated back, Chen Yuanming sat at the dining table and looked at the busy family. There was a warm current in his heart. He is actually envious. The more he accepts the memories in his mind, the more he envied such warmth, but is it still possible for his own home? The spark in his eyes slowly faded. Some things might not change, but others, he must try ...

After spending a whole afternoon at Sun Lang's house that day, after visiting the full set of Three Kingdoms generals' pictures and homemade bamboo Zhao Zilong villain collected by this guy, Chen Yuan thanked the absolutely square bicycle **** and walked home slowly.

In the winter, it was wiped out at 5 o'clock. When I entered the house, the hot water in the pot just began to boil. His mother was holding a small bowl of batter and standing in front of the coal fire, preparing to make noodle soup. When the son came back, his hand speeded up a bit, and he asked with a smile, "Where did I go today?"

"Going out and turning around, just happened to run into Sun Lang and ran to his house for a while."

"Sun Lang?" Wang Juan froze and laughed. "Maomao, right? Did you see your aunt Liu? He didn't see him much when he moved to Yijing District."

"Well, Aunt Liu is also at home. I ate at noon at their house and rolled out my noodles."

"Well, why aren't you so particular about your child ..." Wang Juan frowned. "Forget it, and give someone a little bit the next time ..." After half of that, she suddenly couldn't speak anymore, her teeth biting slightly. His jaw was a little twitched. "Okay, let's go home first, and the rice will be ready soon."

Of course, Chen Yuanming knows what was swallowed by her mother. Outsiders are okay. Like this acquaintance, she is really embarrassed to show cowardly in front of others, but the family has no conditions to set the stage. In the past two years, there has been a lot less relationship Although everyone is living a hard life these years, there is really no one who is frank and loves the rich, but poverty still makes her unable to lift her head and her self-esteem becomes more sensitive.

Without saying anything, Chen Yuanming walked into the door. I saw my father sitting at the spread out small table, leaning slightly on his body, exhaling exhaustion all over his body. As the year closes, the factory rushes to work, and each branch factory begins to arrange overtime. In order to pay for overtime, his father Chen Jianhua has not rested for a whole month, and he has not even taken a rest on Sunday, just to celebrate the New Year. Earn two more money before, to spend the New Year ...

Chen Yuanming's footsteps, the opposite man had woke up and saw his son's first reaction was to frown, then scolded his head and covered his face. "Fuck going crazy again! You are all in the third grade. What else can you do besides fighting and running crazy ?! You won't obediently do some homework at home, have you finished your homework for the winter vacation?"

"No assignments have been set for the winter vacation ..." Chen Yuanming answered in a low voice, his eyes were a bit sour. In that past life, his relationship with his father has been very bad. Except for his studies, which is work, he has never heard a word of praise from his father. All of them are scolding and scolding, and they are hated by iron. In order to resign northward, he was almost cut off by his family, and it only improved slightly until he started to make money. When his financial management company was established, the once-contradictory contradiction turned to getting married and becoming a family. And this, he will never be able Satisfaction of the Second Elder ...

I don't know how his parents would react in the world where he died. The company collapsed, but the accounts were basically clear and there was enough legacy left. They ... Chen Yuanming took a spit of saliva and felt panicked. The words blurted out, "I ... I took the exam well this time, and I will learn it ..."

Get rid of this life ...

Sudden by this sudden remark, Chen Jianhua was speechless for a moment, he uttered a few words, finally waved his hand, and buried his head again. Wang Juanfei quickly served the cooked soup. Unlike other people ’s sweet noodle soup, his noodle soup is always salty. There are two leaves of cabbage thrown in it, and a little bit of salt, which is slightly better than boiling. , But you can just use bright bread instead of stir fry, and just eat buns.

"Hurry up and eat!" Just like to ease the relationship between father and son, Wang Juan sizzled up and sat down at the dinner table. "Don't talk about peas all day long, as long as you can get into college , We can get 120 yuan salary like those of the top students in the main factory, right? Doudou! "

The 15-watt light bulb in the room flashed a dark yellow light. In this light and shadow, Chen Yuanming nodded and ate with a big mouthful.

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Note: Half-finger gloves, how many people came to xd with homework when they were young