Chapter 149 Zhang Qiang's Thoughts
Old Zhang really wanted to make money, and he still owed Zhao Qishui tens of thousands of dollars. Even so, Zhao Qishui still paid Zhang Qiang's salary.
Old Zhang asked Zhao Qishui not to pay Zhang Qiang, but how could Zhao Qishui let someone work for free without paying?
Now, if these father and son don’t earn any money, how will they live?
There is another problem here. If I really don’t pay, I would feel embarrassed to order Zhang Qiang around.
So Lao Zhang told Zhang Qiang not to take it, but Zhang Qiang had a reason: "Dad, isn't it natural to work and earn a salary? I'm not lazy."
"I made some money, saved it, and used it to pay back Uncle Zhao, can't I?"
That's what he said, but Old Zhang felt that it was not the right thing to do to ask Zhao Qishui to help take in Zhang Qiang, earn his money and then return it to him.
Tonight, Zhang Qiang brought back some packed food and heated it up. Then he poured his dad a glass of medicinal wine, opened a can of beer himself, and drank with him.
Zhang Qiang has made some progress recently, so Mr. Zhang doesn't criticize him all the time. After all, his son is that old now.
"Dad, I recently went to Uncle Zhao's car wash and finally realized that manual car washing is tiring."
Lao Zhang snorted twice: "What kind of work is not tiring?"
"I see that in big cities, there are automatic car washes. They are cleaner than manual car washes, and the prices are more favorable and convenient. There is no need to hire so many employees. All you need is a suitable storefront."
"How to wash the car automatically?"
"It's computer-controlled. When you drive the car in, the brushes, towels, water, and foam all come in order. The driver doesn't even have to get out of the car. It's very convenient."
Lao Zhang didn't believe it. No matter how hard the machine washed, could it be as clean as manual cleaning?
Can the machine wash the delicate corners over there?
"You just can't keep up with the times, Dad. Just wait and see. In the future industry will be replaced by automatic car washes."
"Who would still queue up to go to Uncle Zhao's place if they can spend less money and less time?"
Lao Zhang didn't like what he heard. "What's wrong with your Uncle Zhao? No car wash in Danhe is cleaner than your Uncle Zhao's. Besides, your Uncle Zhao's main business is car repair. Car washing is just for people like us who have nowhere to make money."
When Zhang Qiang heard his father say this, the corner of his mouth curled up. Zhao Qishui made a lot of money a year just from washing cars. Did he really think he was doing charity?
If he didn't make money, how would he get the money to run to other places to find his son?
"Don't think of useless things. Your uncle Zhao took you in, so you should work hard for him. It's not your business to worry about what happens in the future."
Zhang Qiang took a sip of his wine and said, "Dad, am I going to work for others for the rest of my life?"
"Huh, what else can you do?"
Zhang Qiang felt really angry that his father looked down on him, but he still needed his father's support for what he wanted to do.
"Dad, I told you about the automatic car wash, but you still don't understand? I want to open an automatic car wash."
Old Zhang laughed when he heard this: "You want to open one? What can you use to open one? First make money to pay off the famine outside, then save money and open whatever you want. I will definitely not stop you."
"Dad, you have to support me at least. When can I earn enough money to open a shop by washing cars like this?"
"Ten or twenty years from now, let alone I'll be old, even if I have enough money by then it will be too late, right? When it comes to doing business, it's better to start early than late. The first wave is the one that makes real money, don't you understand?"
Lao Zhang threw down his chopsticks and said, "What's the use of me understanding or not? How can your father help you now? Don't count on me."
"Dad, how about we sell the house? We can use the money to start a business, and when I make enough money, I can buy a bigger house for the two of us to live in."
Only then did Old Zhang understand what Zhang Qiang was thinking by taking the initiative to heat up food and pour wine for him and behaving so nicely tonight.
Back then, when Zhang Qiang was dating someone and wanted to buy a house and get married, Lao Zhang really thought about selling the old house they were living in.
But Zhang Qiang’s girlfriend is broken up, his waist is not good, and most importantly, the little money he saved for buying a new house was also cheated away by Zhang Qiang. How can he buy a new house after selling it?
"Sell the house? Where are we going to live after we sell it? Are we going to sleep on the street?"
Zhang Qiang shook his head: "Dad, let's sell this house and rent a bigger one. We can wash the car in the front and live in the back."
Old Zhang waved his hand, supported his waist and stood up, slowly moving towards the bed: "Don't think about this house. This is the only house left for the two of us. If we sell it, we will have nothing. People can't be without even a place to live."
"Dad, can you keep this broken house forever? Sooner or later you have to buy a new one."
Lao Zhang snorted, "You can only replace it if you can afford to buy a new one. Who would sell their house to do business? Do you know that you will not lose money?"
"Dad, you're talking about compensation before we even start. That's really bad luck."
Zhang Qiang said this irritably, turned around and went back to his room without even picking up the leftovers on the table.
Lao Zhang sighed, then slowly walked over to clean the table...
Zhang Qiang made up his mind to sell the house. He felt that if he didn't try his best, he would never have a chance to turn his life around.
But the property title deed was in his father’s name, so he had no say in the matter.
Zhang Qiang, who failed to communicate successfully with his father, felt listless when he went to work the next day.
He spent the whole day thinking about how to get the house, because he knew very well that the only valuable thing in the house now was the house.
He said he wanted to do business and run an automatic car wash, but it was just an excuse.
Zhang Qiang had never visited the automatic car wash business to see if it was feasible , and he didn't even know how much it would cost to buy car wash equipment.
He just wanted to get some money from his father.
Zhang Qiang is a typical person who has high expectations but poor skills. He never attributes his failures to himself. He always thinks that his family is holding him back and that his father's lack of support has led to his failure in everything he does.
Zhao Qishui came a little late today and made breakfast for He Shu at home.
He Shu was at home doing the winter break assessment assignment given by the professor, so he didn't come along.
When Zhao Qishui arrived, the store was already busy. Sister Liu and the others were washing the car, and Xiao Dong was checking the car that had been packed up last night, preparing to drive to the roadside to wait for customers to pick it up.
Zhang Qiang was also washing the car, but he was obviously fooling around. The water gun started producing foam without even rinsing the rear cover.
"Zhang Qiang, clean it up. Look at how thick the dust is on the back cover. Can you wipe it clean without rinsing it?"
Zhang Qiang said nothing, turned on the water gun and flushed twice.
Seeing this, Zhao Qishui said nothing more and went into the large room where cars were being repaired.
At noon, Zhao Qishui ordered wontons for the store employees, who ate them with hot soup and hot water.
In the past two years, Zhao Qishui has traveled less frequently. During the busy New Year holidays and when the weather is cold, he usually orders hot meals for his employees.
If they were not allowed to eat the food they brought with them, even if it was packed in a thermos box, it wouldn’t be very warm by noon.
Besides, it’s cold in winter, and the water used to wash the car is cold, so it’s really a pity not to drink something hot to warm your body.
During lunch, Zhao Qishui called Zhang Qiang into the house, talked to him while eating, and asked him how Zhang was feeling.
He Shu said he wanted to go see his uncle Zhang.
When Zhang Qiang heard this, he immediately put on the appearance of a filial son: "Uncle Zhao, my father is much better now. I don't need him to do any work at home. He just walks around the door when he wakes up all day long."
