Rebirth 83: Hundreds of billions of net worth, starting from setting up a stall

The tricycle stopped at the gate of the compound.

Li Cunxi covered his mouth and got out of the car, and vomited profusely on the side of the road.

Wu Lei was about to get out of the car and hand over the paper, but a beautiful figure came to Li Cunxi in advance and reached out to pat his back.

Li Cunxi had just vomited all the way on the bed of the car, and now he was retching, but the breeze blowing on his face all the way dissipated some of his drunkenness.

He took the paper handed over by his wife, wiped his mouth, turned to Wu Lei and said, "Thank you for your hard work. There is no car tonight. You can just drive back."

"it is good."

Wu Lei started the tricycle and drove away.

As soon as Li Cunxi watched Wu Lei leave the alley, he couldn't help but vomit again. This time it wasn't retching. Bitter bile and gastric juice were mixed together and vomited out, not to mention causing heartburn.

Bai Xiaoyan was so distressed that she complained: "Brother, it's true. If you don't have the ability, don't imitate others to give gifts. It makes you drink like this. How much you must suffer."

This was heard by Zhang Lan who was going out again. She pointed at her daughter's nose and asked, "Bai Xiaoyan, what do you mean by this?"

"That's what you heard. My man almost drank himself to death because of your son. You're not happy with me nagging you in distress?"

Although Bai Xiaoyan quarreled with her mother, she kept her eyes on her husband. When she saw that her husband had finished vomiting, she quickly wiped his mouth with paper.

Zhang Lan said reluctantly: "You damn girl, isn't Bai Maoqi your eldest brother? Did I love you in vain when I was a child? Now that I have a man, I don't care about any family affection."

"It is Li Cunxi who has lived with me my whole life, not my eldest brother."

After saying that, Bai Xiaoyan ignored her mother, held her husband's hand, and walked into the yard.

Zhang Lan took two quick steps, stood in front of the two of them, and said angrily: "You damn girl, I want to ask Li Cunxi about your eldest brother. Why are you dragging him away?"

"Didn't you see how uncomfortable it was for him to vomit? I asked him to drink some hot water first when he got back home. Brother, you care about me as much as you do about me. But my husband has worked so hard for the Bai family. If I don't feel sorry for him, no one will feel sorry for him."

Bai Xiaoyan was angry and aggrieved. She pushed her mother away with some force and walked quickly into the house with her husband.

Zhang Lan looked at the backs of the two of them and thought about his daughter's words. He was somewhat touched and said, "It's no use drinking hot water. There's some hangover soup for your dad at home. You take it out and I'll cook a pot for him on the briquette stove." .”

I drank some water and some hangover soup made by my mother-in-law.

Li Cunxi finally felt less uncomfortable in his stomach.

I had to sigh in my heart, Lu Changgui's grandson was really good at drinking. If the other party had to drink it forcefully, he would have to go to the hospital and lie down.

Bai Xiaoyan let her husband rest his head on his thigh, rubbed his temples with both hands, and asked softly: "Do you feel better?"

"Ah."

Perhaps because his wife's technique was too comfortable, Li Cunxi's eyelids became a little heavy and he wanted to fall asleep.

Bai Xiaoyan looked at it, her features were full of tenderness, and she said like coaxing a child: "Then go to bed early, you will feel much better if you sleep."

"Don't sleep yet. How's the boss's situation?"

Zhang Lan quickly interrupted and asked.

Li Cunxi gathered his energy and replied: "I'll release it tomorrow." '

Zhang Lan wanted to ask in detail, but was glared at by her daughter.

"For the sake of my son, I won't quarrel with you today."

Zhang Lan muttered, turned off the light, and went back to his room to sleep.

at this time.

Li Cunxi was already snoring slightly.

Bai Xiaoyan looked at her husband, her eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

Since my husband ran away from home last time without success.

It seems like a different person.

Of course, this change is for the better.

She could feel that her husband loved her more and more, tolerated her more and more, and became more confident and calm. Even a shrewd woman like her best friend Xu Yanran often felt frustrated in front of her husband.

She had the illusion that there was nothing in this world that her husband could not solve.

And for the husband changes.

She is extremely conflicted in her heart. On the one hand, she is happy and proud that her husband is getting better and better, but on the other hand, she is afraid that her husband will become too good and become further and further away from her.

"What an enemy."

Bai Xiaoyan slowly moved her husband's head to the pillow, closed the door, and went to bed.

the next day.

When Li Cunxi woke up, the sun was already shining.

He rubbed his heavy head and couldn't recall the specific content of yesterday's wine party.

It seems that he still needs to practice his drinking ability, otherwise he will be drunk like his grandson when he encounters a forced drinking game.

He kicked on his shoes and came outside.

On the small table, there was a porcelain bowl upside down with a note on it.

Li Cunxi picked it up and took a look. In Juanxiu's handwriting, he wrote his wife's instructions to eat before him, and also specifically stated that the rice was cooked by his mother-in-law.

He opened the upturned porcelain bowl and found a plate of dumplings inside.

It seems that saving the eldest brother this time has won the mother-in-law's favor, and she even got up early in the morning to make dumplings for him.

Li Cunxi picked up one with his hand, threw it into his mouth, nodded and said, "The one stuffed with chives is pretty good."

He first took a basin and washed himself outside, then ate a few cloves of garlic from the shared kitchen.

After dinner.

He took the contact information of Yanghua Garment Factory in the drawer and went to a shared phone booth near Xidan.

Phone booths are rare these days, and in fact, home phones are even rarer. There’s no way around it. In the early 80s, you couldn’t install a landline phone if you had the money. You had to have a certain level, or have a certain relationship, to install one.

So Xidan Street was crowded with people, but very few people made phone calls.

In fact, it is very cost-effective to call a public phone in this era. Due to technical reasons, the phone booth cannot be limited in time, and it is impossible to avoid short-distance and long-distance calls, so you must be able to chat. For five cents, you can make calls for a day.

For this reason, cross talk master Ma Ji also wrote a joke about making phone calls to satirize this phenomenon.

Li Cunxi took out a five-cent steel coin and threw it in, dialed the phone number of Jinghua Garment Factory, and said in Yangcheng vernacular: "Hello, my name is Li Cunxi, and I would like to contact Director Rosen."

About 2 minutes passed.

Rosen's voice came: "Hey, Mr. Li, I have a meeting to hold next. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Li Cunxi didn't waste any time and asked directly: "Director Luo, that batch of jeans is not enough. Can you give me another [-] pairs?"

Rosen declined softly: "I'm sorry, the last batch of goods has just been handed over to foreign merchants, and the factory may not be able to get denim from customs in the short term, so I really can't provide you with denim."

"Okay, excuse me."

Li Cunxi hung up the phone directly.

Rosen's words were perfunctory, and he obviously had goods but didn't want to sell them to him.

I guess I came back to think about it and felt that his identity as a second-generation person was doubtful, so I chose to keep a distance.

Either way.

In fact, he didn't have much hope. Now he could only go to Yangcheng to find sources of goods, and his wife had to do a good job.