Fantasy Westward Journey: My Big Anchor System

Inside the room, everyone sat together and soon began chatting happily.

As for Zhou Cuiping, she ran aside to prepare the ingredients for tonight's hot pot.

"Feng Jun, I really want to thank you this time. If it weren't for the existence of Zishan's family, Wan'er's family's factory would probably not be able to continue operating. In recent years, the cloth market in Lancheng has become more and more competitive. Some merchants seek big brands, while others seek cloth of poor quality and low price.

On the contrary, it is manufacturers like us who are not very famous and are unwilling to produce low-quality fabrics that have the most difficult times.

If you hadn't appeared, I don't think the factory would have survived this year." Liang Weiming looked at Feng Jun with a serious expression and said.

“This actually has nothing to do with me. The main reason is that your Pengfei fabrics are of good quality and relatively cheap. Among the same industry, Pengfei has a relatively good price-performance ratio.

That's why Luo Ziheng chose your fabric later. This is all based on the fact that the material and price of your fabric are competitive in the same industry. "Feng Jun glanced at Liang Weiming and waved his hand.

"That's true. I still have absolute confidence in the quality of Pengfei's fabrics. But anyway, thank you this time. I was a little too narrow-minded before, and now it seems really ridiculous." Liang Weiming said, scratching his head embarrassedly.

"It's actually nothing. It's just a few words between adults. It's not a big deal. By the way, why did you come back to the village today?" Feng Jun waved his hand and asked.

"Isn't the New Year coming soon? My two elderly people don't want to celebrate the New Year in the city, and want to return to the village. So I came back with Wan'er to fix up the house. No one has lived here for the past two or three years, so we should replace everything that needs to be replaced in advance.

I just brought some things to visit Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng." Liang Weiming scratched his head and said.

"Come back to celebrate the New Year? That's great. It's lively in the village. The New Year atmosphere is less lively when you go to the city. Not to mention anything else, they don't even allow you to set off fireworks." Feng Jun said happily.

Everyone chatted briefly, the food had already been prepared, and Feng Jianhua invited everyone to eat.

It was a freezing cold season, and the wind outside was whistling against the windows.

The house was warm, the soup in the hot pot was bubbling, and the rich aroma filled the whole space. The happiest thing in winter is to sit together, eat hot pot, and drink hot wine.

As the wine flowed, Liang Weiming's cheeks became red and he began to slur his words. In the end, his wife had to support him with great difficulty as he staggered away.

Feng Jun was not in a hurry to leave. He sat happily in front of the tea table, skillfully fiddled with the tea set, and made a pot of hot tea for his parents.

As the aroma of tea rose in the air, he leaned back in his chair comfortably and started chatting with Zhou Cuiping and Feng Jianhua about family matters.

"Mom and Dad, when will the house be ready? I'm thinking of going to the city in a few days and planning to buy a small villa and a car for myself. Dad, you have a driver's license, so how about I get you one so you can go out for a ride when you have nothing to do?" Feng Jun had a bright smile on his face and looked at his parents expectantly.

"Forget it. My driver's license has been in the bottom of the box for decades. I can only drive a tractor with ease, but I can't drive a car. But why do you suddenly want to buy a house in the city? Why haven't I heard you mention this before?" Feng Jianhua asked with a puzzled look on his face and a slightly frowned brow.

"I'm telling you now. I just made the decision a few days ago. I always feel uneasy renting a house. I want to have a cozy home of my own and decorate it well so that I can work comfortably in the future.

Besides, how can I talk to a girl about marriage without a house?" Feng Jun blinked and said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

When they heard the word "marriage", the two elders' eyes lit up instantly, and the smiles on their faces became brighter, almost reaching their ears.

Over the years, they have been worrying about Feng Jun's life. They are already 30 years old, and the fat man's son Mingyuan is already 4 years old, but their son has not even found a partner yet. The old couple are very anxious.

Now that Feng Jun brought it up, I couldn't help but feel excited.

"What are you waiting for? Go buy it now! Just buy a fully furnished one, it will save you time and effort. After I buy it, I will go to Lin'er's family to give the betrothal gifts. I didn't touch a penny of the money you transferred to me before, I saved it all for you.

After we get married, please hurry up and give me two big fat boys. I’m still strong now and can help you take care of the children. But in a few years, I won’t be able to do that.

"By the way, you kid, don't you think... Lin'er is already pregnant?" Zhou Cuiping's voice trembled with excitement.

"Hehe, Mom, what are you thinking about! I just want to buy a house. Lin'er and I haven't reached that stage yet." Feng Jun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and gave his mother a helpless look.

"What? It hasn't reached that stage yet? Weren't you very good at coaxing girls in college? Why are you progressing so slowly now? Son, tell Dad the truth, is there something wrong with your body?" Feng Jianhua became anxious when he heard this, and he leaned forward, staring at Feng Jun.

"Yes, yes, there is a problem. I went to the hospital for a check-up a few days ago, and they said I have a family hereditary infertility." Feng Jun deliberately joked and rolled his eyes at his father.

"You little bastard, how dare you make fun of me! And you want to pass on hereditary infertility? Wife, give me the stick, I must teach this brat a lesson today!" Feng Jianhua instantly became furious, his eyes bulged in anger, he rolled up his sleeves, turned around and searched around the house for a stick, as if he was going to teach his son a lesson.

"Mom, are you really looking for a stick? Your husband wants to beat your son, and you don't stop him?" Feng Jun looked at his mother who suddenly took out a stick from somewhere, and hurriedly stopped her.

"No...don't...don't hit me so softly, old man, hit me hard." Zhou Cuiping rolled her eyes at Feng Jun and said viciously.

There was no way a fight would break out in the end. Feng Jun was just joking with his parents. After running around for a while, the three of them sat down again.

"Son, you can make your own decisions about your own affairs, but you should settle the marriage as soon as possible. Now that you are able to make money, your mother and I can't control you anymore. By the way, why don't you let Lin'er spend the New Year here this year?" Feng Jianhua said while panting and taking a sip of tea.

"I understand. I will definitely give you an explanation next year. As for Lin'er, I have asked her and she will definitely go back to her hometown to celebrate the New Year this year. Okay, you two elders don't have to worry so much about my affairs.

"Let's go out for dinner after Zishan comes back from vacation in a few days. That little girl has a lot of money recently, let her treat us." Feng Jun said happily.