Chapter 2282
Discussing the Martial Arts World Through Boiling Duck Bones
"Da Mao, come over for a drink sometime." After returning home with two roast ducks, He Yuzhu called Xu Da Mao.
He Yuzhu's life now is neither good nor bad, but rather quite comfortable.
Liu Ting has gotten used to the busy days at the restaurant lately.
They enjoy it, since they earn at least several hundred yuan a day.
This small amount of money is equivalent to several months of her previous income in a single day.
So Liu Ting worked with great enthusiasm.
If you take care of the shop, you'll inevitably have to neglect your family.
Of course, the Ho family has no shortage of people to take care of them.
When it comes to food and drinks, family members can simply make a phone call to a restaurant, and someone will prepare the food and deliver it to them.
Apart from the old lady who occasionally needs help, everyone else handles their own tasks.
Including things like washing clothes.
In other words, the He family was afraid of the negative impact and wanted to cultivate their children's ability to do things themselves; otherwise, they would have hired a nanny long ago.
He Yuzhu's life was definitely affected, and in order to set a good example for the children, he often worked.
But that's life; you get used to it after a while.
There are also places of freedom.
Just like now, he wants to invite Xu Damao for a drink, so he picks up the phone and calls.
There was absolutely no need to discuss it with Liu Ting.
He Yuzhu wanted to hear some gossip today, so he naturally summoned that bastard Xu Damao.
"Boom!" Hearing the ear-splitting sound, He Yuzhu opened his front door.
But then they saw a tall, thin man in a leather jacket riding a Happiness 250 motorcycle and stopping in front of the He family's house.
Xu Damao, that scoundrel, twitched his mustache, patted his leather jacket, then patted the motorcycle beneath him, and grinned at He Yuzhu, "How about it?"
"When did you buy it?" He Yuzhu asked with a smirk.
"I bought it only a month ago. Jiu'er accompanied her daughter-in-law to the south for three days, and I bought this thing back then."
Principal He, you need to give the motorcycle factory some advice!
The price is too high.
"That's ten years' salary for an average family." Xu Damao's words were less of a complaint and more of a boast.
After all, he can buy something with his own savings that would take an ordinary family ten years of income, which is quite an achievement.
The Happiness 250 is now priced at just over three thousand yuan.
But that's the price with tickets; a motorcycle ticket costs over a thousand in the pigeon market.
For office workers, it's still quite a luxury.
"Aren't you afraid Jiu'er will come back and fight you to the death?" He Yuzhu couldn't help but laugh.
He didn't know why.
Anyway, whenever I contact Xu Damao by phone, he's full of disdain.
But whenever the two meet, sit together, and have a drink, He Yuzhu's mood improves considerably.
This is probably what they call a best friend.
The Xu family hasn't caused any major trouble in the past two years, and Xu Damao is still running a stall on the street, but he doesn't care anymore.
His beloved son, Xu Shengli, runs a stamping factory in a small southern city, with an investment of several hundred thousand yuan. He Yuzhu helped him secure the investment.
Every stamping machine, as long as it's running, earns him a few cents.
In other words, as long as a stamping machine has electricity, it will continuously generate money for the Xu family.
Recently, the chubby boy has set his sights on mold making.
Modern mold manufacturing is no longer computer-generated design and fully automated processing.
For example, the creation of mold drawings still requires professional personnel to draw them by hand.
A single mold design costs several thousand yuan, and the finished product costs another several thousand yuan.
It is currently considered a high-tech product.
If Xu Shengli manages his business diligently, he can earn in a month what Xu Damao could earn in several years.
The key is that there is no risk involved.
So now, Xu Damao only needs to earn enough for his own expenses and doesn't have to worry about anything else. "I'd love to go home right now so someone can grab my ear and yell at me."
You know what, when Jiu'er was at home, I used to find her annoying and thought she was too controlling.
She went south this time, and sometimes I really miss her terribly.
"No matter how many people are outside, none of them can compare to my Jiu'er." Xu Damao said this with a touch of genuine emotion.
"Hehe..." He Yuzhu chuckled dryly.
He's not even as good as this good-for-nothing when it comes to leisure activities.
At least Xu Damao could be a groom every night if he wanted to.
He Yuzhu now massages his wife's legs every day.
There's nothing I can do; my wife is always standing and complains of leg pain.
He Yuzhu is doing well, but it's said that MCA is giving Yu Li foot baths every day now.
The master and disciple lineage has been passed down quite well.
He prepared the duck in three ways, and He Yuzhu picked out some vegetables that the old lady could eat, but left the rest untouched.
Sliced duck meat, duck carcass and cabbage soup, stir-fried shredded duck meat with bean sprouts—He Yuzhu only did a second processing, and the taste was no worse than in the restaurant.
Xu Damao and I each had a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), poured the liquor, and clinked glasses twice.
After they had drunk enough, He Yuzhu asked Xu Damao, "Today, when I went to buy ducks with my daughter, I saw Yan Jiekuang eating and drinking with a woman. What's going on?"
"Has the Yan family struck it rich?"
"You didn't know that?" Xu Damao asked in surprise.
"We two don't have time," He Yuzhu said with a wry smile.
"...That's how it is. Now, the Yan family father and son have become prominent figures in the flower and tree market."
It is said that they also spontaneously established an orchid research association, and Yan Bugui is now an advisor.
However, his consultant didn't receive a single penny in salary. Xu Damao recounted the recent events involving the Yan family in detail, but the mockery in his tone was unmistakable.
It's like watching a bunch of kids playing in the mud, pretending to be house.
"Can that thing make money?" He Yuzhu asked deliberately.
Xu Damao shook his head and said jokingly, "I don't know, I don't care, but I told Jiefang that if he dares to get involved in this kind of thing, I'll break his legs."
The liberation he's talking about must be Song Jiefang; it's only natural for a father to beat his son.
"Wow, projectionist Xu has indeed made great progress in his thinking."
"Now I don't even like joining in this kind of fun anymore." He Yuzhu also gave Xu Damao a thumbs up and praised him in an exaggerated way.
Xu Damao shook his head and said with a wry smile, "It's not that I don't want to do it."
It's not that I don't understand.
I still can't figure it out.
In some rural areas, it's still difficult to get enough to eat, even just white flour steamed buns.
How big is the market for those people who are promoting this?
Even if I don't think about myself now, I have to think about the children.
"We shouldn't get involved in risky things!"
Although his words conveyed disappointment, they also demonstrated that he had truly matured.
He Yuzhu nodded and continued, "Is the woman next to Yan Jiekuang his new girlfriend?"
Regarding the orchid incident, He Yuzhu only needed to know that Xu Damao hadn't gotten involved.
He didn't want to go into details.
Just like Qigong in later generations, how many people back then dared to stand up and say that it was unscientific?
So it's safest to talk about gossip.
"Yan Jiekuang, ... *chuckle*..."
Xu Damao smiled before speaking, his expression quite enigmatic. (End of Chapter)