Rebirth of Bloody Romance

"Boss Song, how is it? Do you want another one?"

Zhong Yuemin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cynical smile, and took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket skillfully and unrestrainedly. He weighed it lightly, and saw the cigarette box draw a graceful arc in the air and then fall steadily between his slender fingers.

Then, Zhong Yuemin turned his wrist and gently extended the cigarette box forward, revealing an unruly and free and easy air.

Song Wenjie took a subconscious glance and was shocked when he saw the cigarette lying quietly in the cigarette box.

Wow! This is not just any ordinary cigarette, it is the extremely rare and valuable gold-stamped Zhonghua on the market!

The golden packaging sparkles brightly under the light, like the bright stars in the night sky, making it impossible to ignore its existence.

Song Wenjie's face flashed with embarrassment. He smiled awkwardly and waved his hand quickly, saying, "No, no, I have one on hand. Besides, smoking too much of this stuff is not good for the body. It's better to smoke less."

Although he said this, Song Wenjie's eyes were attracted by a magnet and he couldn't help but stay on the box of gold-stamped Zhonghua for several seconds.

You know, for someone who cares so much about face like him, being able to draw an ordinary red Zhonghua cigarette on a daily basis is already very stylish.

After all, the annual production of red Zhonghua is limited, only a few thousand boxes. Moreover, if you don't have foreign exchange coupons, you will never be able to buy them even if you go to the entire Friendship Department Store.

At this moment, Song Wenjie's mind was as clear as a mirror. He knew very well that the box of gold-stamped Zhonghua cigarettes in front of him was not just an ordinary cigarette. It was more like a symbol of noble identity and prominent status.

Back then, when cigarettes hadn’t gone up in price, I would occasionally buy a pack of red Zhonghua cigarettes, then proudly show them off in front of my friends, enjoying the satisfaction that came from everyone’s envious and jealous looks.

But what about now? The price of red Zhonghua cigarettes, which originally cost NT$4.80 a pack, has skyrocketed to NT$11!

This was truly heartbreaking for him, as he had always calculated every penny and planned his living expenses meticulously.

Such an expensive price means that Song Wenjie can no longer light up a Zhonghua cigarette to relieve stress or enjoy a moment of peace as he did before.

Looking at the pack of even rarer and more precious gold-stamped Zhonghua cigarettes in Zhong Yuemin's hand, Song Wenjie had only been fortunate enough to witness one or two people enjoying such luxurious tobacco on extremely rare occasions during his long business career.

Whenever those figures appeared before his eyes, Song Wenjie couldn't help but take a few more glances, with indescribable envy and jealousy intertwined in his heart.

At this moment, the lighter in Zhong Yuemin's hand made a crisp "click" sound again, and the orange-yellow flame danced happily, as if showing off its existence to Song Wenjie.

Song Wenjie stared at the flickering flames, his mood becoming more and more complicated and chaotic. He deeply understood that the distance between him and Zhong Yuemin was not just limited to a cigarette.

Song Xiangjun, who had been standing silently at one side, saw Song Wenjie's embarrassment at the moment. She raised her hand with a hint of reproach and gently patted Zhong Yuemin's shoulder, saying coquettishly, "You, can you restrain yourself a little? He is my cousin after all!"

"Boss Song, let's not hide anything today. Just speak out whatever you think! Teacher Song, your cousin is my colleague! We are family, there is nothing to hide. She told me that you are interested in selling this printing factory. In this case, you should just give me a price directly, so that I can have an idea in my mind!"

Zhong Yuemin said this with a smile on his face, and at the same time he took two stools from a worker passing by. He first handed one to Song Xiangjun who was standing beside him, and then sat down on it himself, with a leisurely and contented look as if everything was under control, and he was just waiting for Song Wenjie to give a response.

At this moment, Song Wenjie quickly glanced at his distant cousin, Song Xiangjun, who was sitting not far away.

She lowered her head slightly, her eyes wandering, and seemed dazed and absent-minded.

Seeing this scene, Song Wenjie couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This cousin, how could she be so unreliable at the critical moment!

Then, Song Wenjie slowly turned his head, faced Zhong Yuemin, and said, "Teacher Zhong, your words do sound very simple. However, although my small printing factory is not as large as those big factories, the profit I can make every month is very solid and stable! I am not afraid to tell you the truth, the money I make here is much more than the salary you get as a teacher!"

Zhong Yuemin smiled indifferently when he heard this. He waved his hand and said proudly, "Boss Song, just name your price. As long as you really want to sell it, I can afford it no matter how much it is."

"Teacher Zhong, I have to make it clear to you that this printing factory means a lot to me." Song Wenjie's eyes revealed a determination, even with a little arrogance. "I built this factory bit by bit when I started selling books at a stall. It may not be the most profitable business, but it is definitely the backbone of my family's life. Therefore, I will never sell it at a low price."

After hearing this, Zhong Yuemin smiled softly and responded, "Boss Song, you misunderstood me. What I'm interested in is not your printing factory, but you as a person."

Hearing Zhong Yuemin's words, Song Wenjie was obviously stunned for a moment. He looked at Zhong Yuemin in confusion and asked doubtfully, "Teacher Zhong, we didn't know each other before, right?"

At the same time, Song Wenjie couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Zhong Yuemin had fallen in love with his distant cousin Song Xiangjun?

Zhong Yuemin raised his lips slightly, waved his hand lightly, with a carefree smile on his face, and slowly said, "Hehe... Let me put it this way, I am thinking of finding an expert in printing technology to come and help me open a new printing factory. As for the factory you are running now, you can continue to run it according to your wishes, or, if you feel tired and don't want to worry about it, you can entrust it to someone you trust to take care of it."

Hearing this, Song Wenjie couldn't help but frown slightly, as if he was in deep thought. After a long while, he raised his head, stared straight at Zhong Yuemin, and said slowly, "Teacher Zhong, from what you said, do you want me to work for you?"

When Song Wenjie spoke, there was an obvious hint of sarcasm in his tone, but if you listened carefully, there seemed to be a hint of subtle displeasure mixed in.

Zhong Yuemin shook his head and explained with a smile, "Don't get me wrong! How can it be called working? If you are really willing to help, I will never treat you unfairly. At that time, I will give you a portion of the shares, and we can be considered as partners in business. In this way, you will not only have a broader space for development, but also share with me the lucrative profits that may be obtained in the future."

After hearing this, Song Wenjie first laughed softly, and then responded jokingly, "Ha...ha...Teacher Zhong! Teacher Zhong, your wishful thinking is really crackling! It seems that you just want me to compete with myself, this trick of yours is really amazing!"

Although Song Wenjie's words sounded nonchalant, the sense of helplessness contained in them was self-evident.

Zhong Yuemin was not unhappy. On the contrary, his eyes were shining with confidence and determination, and he continued to lobby the other party. "Boss Song, I think you know the interests involved very well. Look at the machines you have now, they are all quite old! The market competition is so fierce nowadays. If you don't update them in time, you will be eliminated sooner or later! Are you really willing to go on with such a small business? Don't you want to make your business bigger and stronger? Have more advanced equipment and top technology? Besides, if we can reach a consensus, then from now on, the real owner of this brand new factory will be your cousin - Song Xiangjun!"

When he said this, Zhong Yuemin deliberately lowered his tone, trying to state these extremely tempting conditions one by one in a gentle and extremely friendly tone.

Zhong Yuemin's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up ripples in Song Wenjie's heart. He frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

It is undeniable that every word Zhong Yuemin said hit the nail on the head. Indeed, although his small printing factory can still barely support itself at present, the old and outdated equipment can no longer keep up with the pace of development, and replacement is imminent.

In fact, for a long time, Song Wenjie had a grand dream deep in his heart, longing to expand and grow his own industry one day. Unfortunately, practical problems such as shortage of funds and difficulty in finding opportunities always stood in front of him like insurmountable mountains, which discouraged him.

However, at this moment, the cooperation plan proposed by Zhong Yuemin was like a ray of hope, illuminating Song Wenjie's way forward.

By implementing this plan, he would not only be able to obtain brand new equipment as he wished, thereby greatly improving production efficiency and product quality, but also achieve a leapfrog growth in the scale of the enterprise.

At the same time, he also has the opportunity to get a certain percentage of shares and become one of the partners of the factory. What is particularly important is that even if the cooperation is successful, he still has the right to continue to be in full control of the printing factory he has painstakingly run for many years without giving up the foundation of the business that has condensed countless sweat and hard work.

Thinking of this, Song Wenjie's originally tense heartstrings began to relax gradually...

Song Wenjie stared at Zhong Yuemin with a sharp gaze, as if trying to read some clues from his face. He asked in a deep voice, "Are you really willing to let me continue to manage the printing factory? And give me shares?"

Zhong Yuemin replied indifferently, "Of course, I keep my word. Besides, the boss of this printing factory will be our President Song Xiangjun from now on. You can rest assured now, right?"

Song Xiangjun was sitting nearby. She originally thought that Zhong Yuemin was just joking, but she didn't expect that he would actually do it. She was a little flustered for a moment, and quickly grabbed Zhong Yuemin's arm, saying anxiously, "Yuemin, I can't do it. This responsibility is too great."

Zhong Yuemin turned around and patted her hands gently. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything! I believe in your ability."

In this way, with Zhong Yuemin's persistence and encouragement, Song Xiangjun now had a printing factory under her name, although she was still a little nervous and uneasy in her heart.

On the way back, the motorcycle roared through the streets and alleys. Zhong Yuemin drove steadily, while Song Xiangjun hugged his waist tightly, her face against his back, feeling each other's heartbeats.

"Yuemin, why did you suddenly think of letting me be the boss of this printing factory?" Song Xiangjun's voice was full of curiosity and confusion.

Zhong Yuemin smiled slightly, and his voice was carried to Song Xiangjun's ears through the wind. "Xiangjun, this is what I think. As the children grow up, they will need more and more money. This printing factory is both a challenge and an opportunity for you. You can practice with it first, and accumulate some management experience and business acumen. Even if it goes bankrupt in the end, it doesn't matter. What matters is what you have learned from the process."

"Huh, you don't think highly of me? Maybe I can make this printing factory very successful!" She said this while using her womanly skills.

"Ouch, be gentle, be gentle." Zhong Yuemin felt the force coming from his waist and begged for mercy. "I'm just giving you a heads-up in advance. It's normal to make money and lose money in business."

Song Xiangjun loosened her hand. "Do you have so little confidence in me?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled. "How could that be possible? I have full confidence in you. But doing business is not an easy thing. You have to be mentally prepared. But I believe that with your ability, you can run this printing factory successfully."

Hearing Zhong Yuemin's praise, Song Xiangjun felt a little better. She hugged Zhong Yuemin's waist again and leaned her head on his back. "I will work hard and won't let you down."

"That's right, you have to have confidence in yourself."

It was a sunny day and Zhong Yuemin was sitting on the doorstep bored, with Xiao Haichen on his left and Xiao Shihua on his right.

Li Kuiyong came from a distance and couldn't help teasing after seeing this scene. "Hey! Yuemin, what are you doing taking care of two children? What's wrong with Haichen? He looks unhappy."

When Xiao Haichen heard what Li Kuiyong said, he seemed to have found someone to talk to, and shouted loudly, "Daddy, beat me!"

"Just speak nicely, why are you shouting?" Zhong Yuemin frowned and lectured in pretended anger.

Li Kuiyong laughed and pointed at Zhong Yuemin and said, "Yuemin, this is what's wrong with you. What were you like when you were a child? Have you forgotten? Children are always naughty. You must have been beaten a lot when you were a child, right?"

Zhong Yuemin was a little embarrassed by what he said and waved his hand. "Go, go, go, do what you need to do and don't make trouble here."