Chapter 286 Find Something
"Yuan Chao, why did you buy so many houses?" Lin Yan blamed Song Yuan Chao for not telling her, and then curiously asked Song Yuan Chao why he bought so many houses? Can so many houses be lived in?
Regarding this question, Song Yuanchao did not say anything about the future housing prices. He just said that he had always wanted to live in a big house since he was a child, and he had a special affection for the courtyard houses in Yanjing and the old villas in Shanghai.
It didn’t matter that he didn’t have money before, but now Song Yuanchao is not short of money. In this case, when he sees a suitable and favorite house, he naturally wants to buy it. This is also a kind of obsession in Song Yuanchao’s heart.
Although she found this answer a little funny, Lin Yan still accepted Song Yuanchao's explanation. Then Song Yuanchao turned the topic back to the matter just mentioned and asked Lin Yan's opinion.
"I know you mean well in this matter. Let's not talk to my mom for now. You know my dad's temper. He will definitely not accept it." Lin Yan thought for a moment and shook her head.
"This..." Song Yuanchao didn't know what to say for a moment. He certainly knew Lin Daoyuan's temper. With Lin Daoyuan's character, he would not accept such a gift, even if it was the kindness of his own son-in-law.
But now that Mu Zhang'a's courtyard has been renovated, we can't just leave it there without people living in it, right? If this courtyard is left alone without people living in it, it will decay. If Song Yuanchao moves there in the future, what will happen to this place? We can't just leave it empty, right?
This problem made Song Yuanchao at a loss as to how to deal with it for a while. Song Yuanchao had not thought about these things at all when buying the house, but now he found that having too many houses was also a trouble.
Helplessly, Song Yuanchao could only ask Lin Yan to try her best to persuade Lin Daoyuan and the others. It was not a good idea to leave the room empty. Besides, Lin Yuhang would live in a bigger place after getting married, which would be a good thing for Lin Yuhang and his wife and old couple Lin Daoyuan. They were all family members. Was it necessary to be so principled about a son-in-law being filial to his father-in-law and mother-in-law?
Hearing Song Yuanchao say this, Lin Yan was immediately happy, and gloated and scolded Song Yuanchao a few times, saying that he was asking for trouble by building so many houses by himself. But then again, Song Yuanchao was right, these houses can't be left uninhabited, right? Thinking of this, Lin Yan hesitated for a moment, and said that she would discuss it with her mother privately after returning and then find a way to persuade Lin Daoyuan.
As summer approaches, Lin Yan's graduation day is getting closer.
In the first week of June, Lin Yan officially started her internship at the Ministry of Foreign Trade. She chose this internship unit based on the advice given to her by Song Yuanchao, and it was also recognized and agreed by Lin Daoyuan.
Although it was just an internship, the actual work was busier than attending classes at school. Although the Foreign Trade Department was not a new department, it did not play a big role before. Now, with the deepening of reform and opening up and the continuous growth of foreign trade, this department urgently needs new forces like Lin Yan to join.
After joining the Department of Foreign Trade, Lin Yan is busy every day, learning while working and working while learning.
Since Lin Yan is participating in an internship, this year's summer vacation is definitely going to be canceled. Song Yuanchao had originally planned to take Lin Yan back to Shanghai this summer just like last year, but now this plan has to be put on hold.
Song Yuanchao did not go home during the Spring Festival, but he had to go back this summer. He had not been back to Shanghai for nearly a year, and he missed his hometown more and more. More importantly, Song Yuanchao had many things to do in Shanghai, the most important of which was to visit his parents' graves.
In the past two years, Song Yuanchao has not been able to go back to visit the graves during the Qingming Festival. He can only burn some paper money and light a stick of incense for his parents in Yanjing to pay tribute to them from afar. This year's Qingming Festival was no exception. Although he asked Li Daqi to help him go to the Gusu cemetery, as a son, there are some things he must do himself.
In addition, there is the old villa in Shanghai. The repair and decoration work of the old villa also requires Song Yuanchao to go to Shanghai in person to handle it. The contact information of the associate professor of Tongji University given to him by Professor Yao is still in his pocket, and he will have to go there in person when he returns to Shanghai.
The Tengfei Garment Factory has developed rapidly in the past year or so. It is now well-known. Coupled with the increasing number of export orders from Hong Kong every month, the Tengfei Factory has become a major foreign exchange earner in the district and even the city.
However, with the prosperity of Tengfei Factory, many messy things have also occurred. Especially because of the continuous development and growth of Tengfei Factory, some people are now secretly eyeing this piece of fat. If it were not for the fact that Tengfei is a collective enterprise and the authorization of Xiangjiang Shenghua Company, Li Daqi's position as factory director might have been kicked out long ago.
These days, Li Daqi would call Song Yuanchao every week and complain to him on the phone. But Song Yuanchao was in Beijing and could not handle some problems, so he could only comfort Li Daqi to find a way to maintain the status quo and wait until he returned to Shanghai during the summer vacation.
One day in June, after the morning class, Song Yuanchao walked out of the classroom with his classmates, holding his books. After leaving the teaching building, Song Yuanchao did not walk with Cheng Mengshan and the others. He found an excuse and walked another way. Not far away, he sat down on a stone bench by the road, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and waited quietly.
"Sorry, I'm delayed for a while." Ten minutes later, Luo Yang came rushing over.
"Let's talk about this here?" Song Yuanchao asked while smiling and handing him a cigarette.
Luo Yang looked around, lit a cigarette and said, "Okay, let's do it here."
Sitting down next to Song Yuanchao and taking a puff of cigarette, Luo Yang lowered his voice and said, "Zhao Minglei has been very arrogant these days. He has basically monopolized most of the sales in Dashilan with his new products, and he has also taken the initiative to lower the price to snatch away many of Xiao Qiao's customers."
"Haha, isn't this something we expected?" Song Yuanchao immediately laughed and asked, "How did Xiao Qiao and the others react?"
"Of course I am very annoyed. Although I informed them of this matter in advance, who wouldn't be angry when they see the business getting worse day by day?"
"That's all? Nothing more?"
"That's all? What do you think is left?" Luo Yang asked puzzledly.
Song Yuanchao shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "You, you have to put on a full show. You can't do anything else except being angry? Xiao Qiao is fine, he is Zhao Minglei's cousin after all, but what about Dabing and Junzi? I know their tempers very well. Are they willing to watch their business being snatched away by others?"
Luo Yang was stunned, thought for a moment and slapped himself on the forehead: "Fuck! Too much is as bad as too little. I understand. I have to do something!"
"That's right!" Song Yuanchao nodded with a teachable smile: "It would be unreasonable not to do something. This matter must be done, and everyone must know about it. But don't hurt anyone. Talk with reason and make a good fuss. When there is a problem over there in the future, no one will suspect them. What do you think?"
"Yes, yes, you are right. I will let them handle this matter later." Luo Yang smiled and nodded repeatedly. He had not thought about it so carefully before. Fortunately, he asked Song Yuanchao, otherwise this reaction would be too unreasonable.
"Yuan Chao, when do you plan to...?" After laughing a few times, Luo Yang made a net-pulling gesture and continued to ask in a low voice.
"Don't worry. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. We have to take our time." Song Yuanchao had a calm expression. He was not afraid of the fish getting off the hook once it had bitten the bait. He would let the fish rest for a few days and then reel in the rod when the time was right.
Besides, everything has just begun, so let’s wait and see what happens next.
"By the way, what have you been doing these days?" Song Yuanchao asked Luo Yang while smoking.
Since Luo Yang withdrew from the business in Dashilar, he suddenly became much freer and spent a lot more time in school. Due to Lin Yuhang's new products these days, Song Yuanchao didn't have much energy to pay attention to Luo Yang, so today was a good opportunity to ask him.
"I bought a yard some time ago and I'm looking for someone to take care of it." Luo Yang said with a smile.
"That's great. Where is the yard? How big is it? Find some time to go and have a look?" Song Yuanchao immediately became interested. He had previously advised Luo Yang to buy a house if he had money, especially a courtyard house. He didn't expect that this guy had already bought one.
Luo Yang mentioned a location, and Song Yuanchao immediately understood the approximate location in his mind. The location was very good, and there was no large-scale demolition there in later generations, which meant that Luo Yang's courtyard house had a great chance of being preserved.
With a smile, he asked Luo Yang how much he paid for it, when he bought it, how big the yard was, etc. The two chatted about this topic for a while. After finishing one cigarette, Luo Yang took out another cigarette from his pocket and lit it. After taking a few puffs, he suddenly asked Song Yuanchao: "Old Song, what do you think about me finding something else to do?"
"Looking for something to do? Aren't you afraid that your comrade Lao Luo will object?" Song Yuanchao asked with a smile.
Luo Yang scratched his head and said awkwardly: "I'm scared, but I can't do nothing even if I'm scared, right? Even if I don't make money, it's good to kill time!"
"You kid, isn't this book enough for you to learn? Don't you see that other students are working hard every day and forget about eating and sleeping?"
"You don't understand. People are different. I'm not bragging, but when have you ever seen me fall behind in my studies? Have I ever failed the final exam?" Luo Yang raised his head proudly with a smug expression.
It's worth mentioning that although this kid doesn't study very hard, he has never failed a class in the entire grade. He always passes every exam. Although the score is not high, a score of around 70 points can be ranked in the middle and lower reaches. This is something that people can't help but admire.
In addition, Luo Yang was used to being busy before, whether it was the black market at the beginning or the business in Dashilan later, now he felt empty psychologically without these things. Song Yuanchao understood him a little bit, just like when Song Yuanchao retired, when he was working, Song Yuanchao always felt that he was busy every day without rest and was exhausted every day, looking forward to retiring early and living a leisurely life of sleeping until dawn.
But when I really retired, I was not used to it psychologically. I woke up at dawn, not to mention sleeping until dawn. What did I do after I got up? Go to the market to buy some vegetables? Come back to pick vegetables and cook, and then go to the small park near the community? Or do square dance with other old men and women?
This boring life made Song Yuanchao, who had always been busy, very uncomfortable, and he also didn't like crowded occasions. So in the first few years after his retirement, Song Yuanchao often drove out to travel by himself to kill time. But later, due to the epidemic, traveling became a luxury, and he could only stay at home doing nothing every day, listening to the radio and watching TV. This kind of life is simply crazy.
