wavenovel Chapter 33 Every family has its own troubles
Chapter 33 Every family has its own troubles
After selling the gold he had brought back, Zhang Beichuan looked at the 116,000 yuan on the table and prepared to transfer 60,000 yuan to his mother first.
That way, she won't have to worry about not being able to pay her mortgage all the time.
My parents are just ordinary people. My dad, Zhang Qiang, is a small contractor on a construction site, and my mom used to work on the construction site with him.
But when the two of them spend a lot of time together, they tend to have arguments.
Therefore, my mother eventually figured it out: seeing each other less often would prevent her from getting annoyed.
After he got into university, he went out and found a job at a clothing store, earning about 6000 yuan a month.
In 22, my dad made some money working on construction sites. Considering that he had been dating his ex-girlfriend for three years and that they would eventually get married, he knew he needed a house as a wedding home.
So the family happily spent 100 million yuan, took out a loan of 100 million yuan, got stuck at a high price, and bought a small three-bedroom apartment outside the third ring road.
Unexpectedly, the construction site became increasingly unprofitable, and my father lost his job. He was idle at home for a year in 23, and things became even more difficult for all industries afterward.
In recent years, construction sites have barely made any money; it's just enough to make a living.
My mom's clothing store business is getting worse and worse, and her total salary has dropped from 6000 to 4000.
The monthly mortgage payment is 5800. My dad's line of work never pays on time, so my mom and I are the only ones who can support us.
Zhang Beichuan once wondered why so many wealthy people were born in his parents' generation but not in his.
After working for two years, he realized that there is no shortage of opportunities in any era.
AI wave, short videos, live streaming... but only a very few people can truly seize the opportunities, and he is just one of the ordinary people.
As for his girlfriend, he was destined to break up with her after graduation, and they broke up as early as mid-24.
Zhang Beichuan picked up his phone and transferred 60,000 yuan to his mother.
I had just put down my phone when it rang.
"Son, where did you get so much money?"
In recent years, my son has been earning 6500 yuan a month at work, renting a place near his company for 1000 yuan a month, living expenses for 1500 yuan, and sending 3000 yuan home every month.
He only had 1000 yuan left. After three years, no matter how much he saved, he would have at most 30,000 yuan.
But now, 6 yuan has been transferred in all at once, more than double the amount, which surprised Zhang Xiaoli greatly.
"Mom, I got a raise and a bonus. You're always worried about the mortgage, so the money isn't really of much use to me right now, so I transferred it to you."
Upon hearing that her son had received a raise, Zhang Xiaoli immediately became excited.
"Really? Hey, I knew my son was the most capable!"
Hearing his mother's laughter on the phone, Zhang Beichuan also laughed, but his laughter was tinged with sadness.
"Mom, don't work so hard. Don't go handing out flyers after get off work. I'll transfer the money to you when my salary arrives next month."
"Oh, my son has grown up and knows how to care for his mother. But it's nothing, just standing there handing out flyers for a while, it's not tiring. It's 20 yuan an hour, so you can easily make 70 or 80 yuan a day." Zhang Xiaoli said happily, her heart full of satisfaction.
Then she turned to worry about her son, "If you transfer all the money here, will it be enough for you?"
"That's enough. I still have 10,000 left."
Hearing her son say that, she felt a little relieved.
"That's good...that's good. Focus on your work, okay? Don't worry about things at home. Your dad hasn't made much money these past few years, but you still have your mom. I'll keep saving the money for you, and give it to you when you get married."
Even though Zhang Beichuan transferred 3000 yuan back home every month, he knew that his mother hadn't touched a single penny of his money; it was all saved by his mother.
My monthly salary is 4000 yuan, and I can earn 60-80 yuan a day distributing flyers. That's a maximum of 6000 yuan a month, but I still have to pay the mortgage and make a living.
He tried to persuade his mother, but she wouldn't listen, always saying that two or three hundred yuan was more than enough for living expenses.
"Mom... don't be so stingy, treat yourself better. Buy whatever you want to eat, we're not short of food."
"Oh, I know, I know. Just take good care of yourself." Zhang Xiaoli said, then seemed to remember something, "Oh right, it's your grandma's birthday next weekend, you have to go home to see your grandparents, right?"
"Yes, we need to go back."
"Okay, I'll take a day off next weekend and cook you a nice meal when I get home."
"Okay, Mom, take care of yourself. I'm hanging up now."
Listening to the voice coming from the phone, Zhang Xiaoli glanced at the time and realized it wasn't even two o'clock yet.
"Wait, don't hang up yet."
"What's wrong?"
"Xiao Chuan, Mom knows you find it annoying, but I still have to say it. Think about it, your grandparents are both 77 this year, and they're just hoping to hold their great-grandchild soon. They're always nagging me about it."
She paused, then continued, "Work is one thing, but you're not getting any younger. Shouldn't you start thinking about finding a girlfriend?"
"Mom, I have to work overtime every day these days, how can I possibly have the time?"
Zhang Beichuan was telling the truth. In his previous job, he often had to work overtime on weekends, and on weekdays, a single phone call from the client would force him to stay and revise the plan.
Clients are a strange species. They usually won't contact you during work hours, but by sheer coincidence, they always have to make a request right after get off work!
"I know you're busy and don't have time. But one of my colleagues has a relative's child in Chengdu, the same age as you, and also single. How about you go meet them this weekend afternoon?"
Zhang Beichuan gave a wry smile. "Can I say no?"
"No, every time I introduce you to someone, you say you don't have time. Anyway, you have to go home to see your grandparents, it's not like you don't have time. After lunch, we'll go see them this afternoon."
Although Zhang Beichuan really didn't want to go, he didn't want his mother to keep nagging him.
"Alright, alright... I see..."
"Okay, it's settled then. You get back to work, I'm hanging up."
Looking at the screen indicating the end of the call, Zhang Beichuan glanced at the 110,000 yuan in cash on the table. He had to find a way to get rid of the money.
It's 20 now, what about in another month or three months?
"Doubao, please tell me in the most practical, concise, and foolproof way possible: what would I do if I received 20 yuan in unexplained funds every day...?"
The phone screen flickered, followed by Doubao's familiar voice.
"Okay, I suggest you turn yourself in."
"Destroy it all! Destroy it all!"
Zhang Beichuan threw his phone aside, leaped onto the bed, and caught a glimpse of two bottles of Wuliangye liquor from the Yangtze River Bridge in the living room. He immediately had a new idea.
If I can bring things from 2026 to 1986 to do business, can't I also bring things from 1986 to 2026 to do business?
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he immediately sat up straight.
If you start a business in 2026, it will be a good explanation for why you have a gradually growing revenue stream.
This way, you only have to pay some taxes and such, and you can spend your money with peace of mind, without having to worry about being checked on your household registration one day.
But what kind of business should I do?
Aged liquor? No way!
This requires a long-term accumulation of customer resources, and it's also difficult to explain the legitimate origin of many aged wines.
Zhang Beichuan pondered for a long time but still couldn't come up with a clue.
Still unsure what to do, he glanced at the time on the table, then turned and ran back to 1986, ready to see what kind of business he could do in 2026.