The sumr in Greater Guangdong is really hot.
Eating too much barbecue easily causes internal heat. It’s hard to get so custors, and they only ordered a few servings of fried rice and a small eggplant.
In urban villages, there are very few people who co out to spend money except around payday.
Many young people get paid in the middle of the month, enjoy a couple of days, and live off instant noodles the rest of the ti.
If they can manage to make that small amount last a month, they’re doing pretty well.
Those who can save a few thousand are usually either starting a family or are the girls.
The young n in factories these days don’t really have a savings ntality.
It’s no surprise that his barbecue restaurant’s daily revenue isn’t enough to cover wages, no wonder Little Ji Ye is worried.
"Grandpa, why don’t we go outside and set up a stall selling fried rice?"
"I don’t think that’s possible, your grandpa is too old to fry that many servings of fried rice."
"Then if that doesn’t work, we can sell waterlons."
Little Ji Ye seems really eager to make money for the family. His mom doesn’t even know how to bargain.
His grandpa doesn’t have much business acun either, running a barbecue restaurant into the ground. It might have been better if he’d just worked as a driver.
In this hot weather, selling waterlons would definitely work.
But lots of people sell them, and there are even more fruit stores. If you set up in front of soone’s place, a call to the city managent would have them fine you two hundred and confiscate your tools.
Chen Pingsheng thinks his little grandson has a lot of potential. At such a young age, he’s already thinking about the family.
Thinking back, he also started out by selling durians from a stall.
Going back to selling waterlons doesn’t seem like much of a stretch.
At most, he won’t set up in front of others’ doorsteps, doing it at his own ho should be fine.
"Ji Ye, selling waterlons in the sumr sounds pretty good, doesn’t it?"
"Of course, everyone eats waterlons in the sumr."
"This seems to have more potential than the barbecue restaurant, doesn’t it?"
"Absolutely."
Little Ji Ye went with him to their house to fetch the tricycle. Since they wanted to sell waterlons, they had to source them first.
Nowadays, there are plenty of fruit delivery services. The benefit is convenience; the downside is the price is quite a bit higher than sourcing them themselves.
Middlen take a cut, that’s understandable.
Speaking of selling waterlons, he thought of his first business, Tengsheng Fruit.
One of the top ten fruit brands in China, which he has already handed over to Zhang Tao’s two sons.
A small compensation for them, perhaps.
Chen Pingsheng contacted a fruit delivery company to deliver a truck of waterlons to be sold at the barbecue restaurant’s entrance.
People inside were dumbfounded. Were they selling waterlons or doing barbecue?
Little Ji Ye quite liked making money, wearing a sign around his neck to attract custors.
"Uncle, Aunt, look at our waterlons, big and sweet."
"Big sister, you’re so pretty, why not buy two waterlons to take ho..."
"Big brother, you’re so handso, why not buy three waterlons to take ho!"
Little Ji Ye called out to everyone he saw, genuinely quite courageous.
Almost everyone who lived permanently in the urban village knew Little Ji Ye. With the child’s enthusiasm, many would at least buy one to take ho.
After all, everyone eats waterlons in the sumr.
When An’an ca riding her bicycle, she nearly slipped seeing her son, with a sign on his chest, going around telling uncles and aunts to buy waterlons.
What was her dad up to?
An’an parked her bicycle on one side, "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Little Ji Ye saw my barbecue restaurant wasn’t making money, so he suggested selling waterlons instead, impressive, right?"
"He ntioned selling waterlons and you just let him do it."
An’an rolled her eyes, "I an, Dad, shouldn’t we tell him that our family has quite a bit of money?"
"No need, I think Ji Ye is doing just fine now."
Chen Pingsheng found soone to handle the money for Ji Ye, and he sat idly at the cash register chatting with his eldest daughter.
"This kid Ji Ye will definitely go far in the future."
"Dad, we’re second-generation rich, he’s third-generation. Over eighty percent of the second generation who aspire for success beco poor again by the third generation. People say the harder folks like us work, the poorer we get."
"While that might be commonly observed, it doesn’t represent the whole group."
Chen Pingsheng lazily replied, "You also know about your brother’s situation. He only spends a little over a hundred thousand a month, invests the rest, and wants to make money work for money. After a few years, he wants to stop taking any money from the family. I used to not understand the brat, but now I think he’s pretty good."
"My brother Chen Lu has always been quite good."
An’an propped her chin with her hands, "As long as he doesn’t try to outdo you, he’s already surpassed most rich kids. He’s now so down-to-earth, nothing like a typical super-rich second-generation kid. Dad, I don’t know whether to say your education was a success or not."
"Let’s wait and see. Success or failure doesn’t have a fixed standard anyway."
Chen Pingsheng accompanied An’an to help Little Ji Ye sell waterlons. It was almost ti for the factories to finish work, so naturally, the urban village beca busier.
There were many office workers too, who usually needed to take the subway to work. Not only is their work ti long, but just the commuting takes them at least two to three hours.
The helplessness of ordinary people.
If possible, who wouldn’t want their workplace to be closer to ho and earn more inco?
The ones who truly spend money on eating, drinking, and entertainnt are still those factory guys.
Being broke at the end of the month, not needing to save money, that’s happiness.
...And because of this, fewer and fewer people want to get married.
Maybe it’s also because true love is hard to find.
An’an is quite busy with the group in her daily life, but she still takes a lot of ti to spend with her child.
Life can’t just be work without family.
At night, Little Ji Ye was quite happy, perhaps because he made quite a bit selling waterlons.
Chen Pingsheng decided to cook at ho to reward him. In the blazing sumr, there’s nothing particularly exciting.
The company of family is the most comforting.
When Er Piya arrived, Little Ji Ye called her little aunt.
Every ti Erya ca over, she brought a little gift for him. The generous aunt and the poor mom - such different treatnts made Little Ji Ye idolize his dear little aunt.
Erya wasn’t particularly fond of kids, but after seeing Little Ji Ye, she thought that having one or two like him might not be bad.
After Little Ji Ye went off to call for waterlon sales again, Erya said, "Dad, I’m planning to stay in Xiangjiang until after the baby is born."
"Leaving now, isn’t it a bit early?"
With not much longer until her due date, Erya was calmly preparing to move to Xiangjiang for her delivery.
"I don’t think so. Anyway, I can handle work over there too. I still prefer staying in Xiangjiang a bit more."
Compared to Peng City, super-rich folks in Xiangjiang tend to enjoy more freedom.
This is also why many wealthy people like to buy property in Xiangjiang.
Erya going there for a few months didn’t surprise him at all.
They have a top-notch private dical team in Xiangjiang as well.
After childbirth, she’ll need to stay in postpartum care for two months, so it’s likely Erya won’t return to Peng City until the second half of the year.
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