I am a Big Villain

Chapter 110: The Whole World Was Reborn 10

Happy holidays everyone!

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"Why didn't any guests come?"

The Mala Tang5Mala Tanghot spicy soup (often sold in street stalls) shop opened by Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao was deserted. The four people sat in chairs with fly swatters, and their faces were restless.

After entrusting the children to the old lady, the four quit their jobs in the factory and got ready for business.

Yan Dabao and his wife's machinery factory jobs were given to Zhang Qiaoqiao's younger brother, and Yan Erbao and his wife's works were given to Liu Hui's two adult nephews. Both couples tacitly agreed not to talk about it with the old lady and pretended that they were still working like normal.

But this time, they became a bit smarter. At least both couples knew to go back to the old house every ten days and a half months to see the old lady and children.

Two small families had invested a lot of effort in this Mala Tang shop. The first was the rent. The building had two floors, a store on the first floor and housing on the second floor, and the monthly rent was 38. It was not fashionable now for the two-to-three mortgage. The rent was paid on time every month. Therefore, the investment in the previous period was not particularly large in the rent.

When opening a Mala Tang shop, the food was indispensable. If they could not sell them on the same day, it would be wasteful to leave them spoiled. Therefore, the two families bought a freezer. The freezer was not cheap these days. Afraid that one refrigerator was not enough, they bought two, which cost 2,000 Yuan in total.

In addition, some kitchen utensils in the kitchen, shop decoration, tables, chairs, and tableware took less than 1,000. They asked the master to choose a time. And the Mala Tang of the old Yan family, jointly opened by the two families, opened in full swing.

After being laid off, Zhang Qiaoqiao used to help the kitchen in a Mala Tang shop. That shop was small, but the location was good, close to several big factories, because the price was affordable, although the taste was not very good, there were still many workers supporting it. Zhang Qiaoqiao watched the boss's family make money every day, and she had been jealous for a long time, but the rent there was also expensive, and the monthly rent was 18,000. Zhang Qiaoqiao did not have the capital to open a shop.

In the beginning, the ingredients used in that store were genuine. After the business gradually expanded, they started to use some county packaged soup mixes or some beef bone meal to make the soup base. But Zhang Qiaoqiao listened to the master talk about the main materials needed to make the soup base. In addition, she originally planned to open a small shop and checked a lot of information on the Internet on how to make the soup base. She still had some knowledge.

Now they had encountered the miracle of crossing, and with this craft, it finally had a place to play. It was also because Zhang Qiaoqiao was sure that they gave up a business such as a barbecue and chose to do Mala Tang.

The two families each made an initial investment of 3,000 Yuan to open the shop, and Zhang Qiaoqiao's skill was still a technology investment. Therefore, the two families discussed and agreed that the money they would earn in the future would be 6:4, with Yan Dabao's family getting the 6.

The taste of Mala Tang mainly depended on the base ingredient. Zhang Qiaoqiao tried it several times at home. She boiled the base soup with chicken bones and pig bones on a slow fire, added more than 20 kinds of Chinese herbs such as clove and cinnamon, plus more than a dozen seasonings such as salt, monosodium glutamate, sticky chili bean sauce, black bean sauce, and butter. Their boiled soup was more delicious than that base soup, replaced by many artificial spices in later generations. Although this ratio was not necessarily the best, the base was better in the taste of Yan Dabao and others, at least better than the soup from many spicy hot shops they used to eat.

On the first day of opening, many people indeed got attracted by this small shop's novelty. Some people left after seeing the price, while others sat down and tried to order some dishes.

Most of them were scared away because Yan Dabao and others fell into the misunderstanding of their previous lives.

In later generations, the price of Mala Tang was low. But the profit contained in it was still tremendous. A strand of kelp cost 1 Yuan, three kelp and a piece of meat slices on the skewer cost 5 Yuan, which was only two pieces of meat on it, either udon noodles or instant noodles at the bottom side, and the price ranges from 1-3 Yuan. It was the price of ordinary small shops.

The cost was less than one-third. Buying ingredients on the market at the same price could be purchased several times.

There was another problem here. In the future generations of economic openness, there would always be certain concessions for buying ingredients in large quantities or long-term stable demand, especially meat slices, whether it was fresh or where it came from. The finished products of frozen food were lower than the fresh meat on the market, but diners tended not to think about it because they were looking for taste and convenience.

But this was downright impossible at present.

In the early 1980s, the shortage of supplies was alleviated to a certain extent, but not completely. The free market bloomed, and farmers in the suburbs could sell their vegetables and domestic poultry. But they were still supplied by the ticket to a large extent, which also meant that it was impossible to buy cheap food ingredients.

Proper food and good meat could be sold without worries. The citizens looted those farmers in the free market when they brought their vegetables from their private plots. How could the price be cheap?

Zhang Qiaoqiao and Liu Hui were in charge of purchasing simultaneously. Their hearts were trembling with pain every time they paid. In this case, it was inappropriate for them to choose the pricing method of the previous life.

For example, ordinary pork cost 80 Mao per catty in the Supply and Marketing Cooperatives, but meat tickets were required, and the black market price doubled to around 1,5 Yuan.

They did not have so many meat tickets in their hands. They often chose to buy them on the black market. The cost was about 5 Fen for 30 kebabs per catty. They set a price of 2 Mao for a piece.

Cabbage was cheap. Three Fen a catty. A catty of cabbage could make many skewers. They priced two skewers for one Fen. They did not know whether the combined weight of the two skewers was enough or not.

There were few extravagant people nowadays, especially housewives who did household chores. Occasionally, they planned to satisfy their greed and would also select to take the whole family to a state-owned restaurant with good craftsmanship. It was rare to think of luxury. They would choose to go to the famous Moscow Restaurant or other Western restaurants in Jing City. The consumption in these places was also high, but they were high-end. The grade would be different immediately when one went out and had a meal in the Moscow Restaurant.

They spent a lot of money merely to eat something called Mala Tang in a shop where the walls were painted and looked no different from the decoration of a state-owned restaurant, which was unknown whether it was delicious or not. Many people did not have this idea.

It was even the trend of this era.

However, there were also those young people who were not hungry and ate alone. They were willing to come and have a taste. People now had a big appetite, and they had finally survived the years when they could not eat enough. Even girls were slightly plump and round, which was rare. Losing weight was something fools would do.

In a served meal, noodles were the main point, with some meat and vegetable to match up. A bowl of Mala Tang would cost 6-7 Mao. If one were ordering more meat and vegetables, it only reached 1 Yuan.

The taste of Mala Tang honestly was indeed good, but it was not to the point where it was necessary to eat it. Others could buy a catty of meat from the Supply and Marketing Cooperatives at the same price, go back home, and cook it. The one dripping with oil was also beautiful. Looking at the only four or five pieces of meat in the bowl, it was not worth it.

Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao did not see the problem of their pricing. They just looked at the number of people who came to the store for dinner in the first few days. There were 20 or 30 people every day. They also thought that the store had just opened. After it became popular in the future, the business would only get better and better. They still had expectations. However, following the opening time, there were no more dining guests, There was even a decreasing trend, and the two families could not sit still.

Electricity, water, and gas were all necessary expenses for opening a shop. It often took more than ten hours or even longer to cook the bone soup. Therefore, the gas expenditure in the shop was indeed a lot. Regardless of the high price they set for the ingredients, the profits of 20 or 30 guests a day barely made the revenue and expenditure of this Mala Tang shop balance.

The reconciliation account was not so calculated. The two couples, the four of them, had a loss of nearly 400 Yuan a month after they quit their jobs. In addition, there was rent money. If they just made ends meet, it meant that they still lost 400 Yuan a month. This fact made Yan Dabao and others, who thought they were about to make a fortune, could not stand it.

"Do you think Mala Tang tastes bad? I said at the beginning that it should be a barbecue. It's simple and easy to get started. Think about how good the business of those barbecue shops that set up night stalls in the previous life is. They sit for a long time every time I pass by, and it's not enough for takeout."

Liu Hui was not very satisfied with the 60% profit of Yan Dabao's family. If she opened a barbecue shop, she did not need to let Zhang Qiaoqiao and her family share more than 10%. Moreover, their business was so depressed now, Liu Hui thought it was all Zhang Qiaoqiao's fault.

"Why doesn't it taste good? In your conscience, doesn't the Mala Tang taste stronger than those in small shops? I think our price is too high. Do you want to reduce it further?"

Zhang Qiaoqiao immediately retorted that she indeed wanted to run the business well. These days, she also heard many complaints from diners who came in and went out after seeing the menu. At first, their business in the store seemed pretty good. She did not put these words in her heart because she did not want to make high profits. Now it seemed that it was impossible not to reduce the price.

"That's the only way."

Both Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao were not idiots and gave the final verdict. But they still could not understand these problems. They just pretended to be stupid at first, thinking that there were also those high-priced stores in their previous life, or some people who went to the store to spend in the past, just holding wishful thinking.

After the Mala Tang shop adjusted the price, the business indeed improved. The location of the shop they chose before was pretty good. It relied on the institutions of government and a middle school, which had a basic guarantee on the flow of people. Not to mention students, the people working in institutions still had spending capability.

After the price drop, the daily passenger flow had increased from 20-30 people to 50-60 people. Excluding the food ingredients, the daily profit remained at about 15 Yuan. After removing the rent, water, electricity, and gas, their profit could reach 400 yuan a month. It was not a small amount for now.

Yan Dabao and the others were not satisfied because the money barely covered their previous salary. But after quitting their job in the machinery factory, they lost two houses at the same time.

Yan Erbao and his wife were even more dissatisfied. Their salary was similar to that of Yan Dabao and his wife. They share 60% of the profits in the store, but their husband and wife were only 40%. When the other party barely earned dozens of Yuan more each month than before, they were still in a state of loss. Could they be happy?

"If you had known this, you and your big brother should not have resigned at the beginning."

Liu Hui looked at Zhang Qiaoqiao and Yan Dabao with some dissatisfaction and spoke to her husband.

At first, they had no intention of resigning. It was not Yan Dabao and his wife who came to their house to speak that they made up their mind. Now, it seemed that opening this Mala Tang shop was not much better than working in the factory before. There were not many people eating in a small shop. Zhang Qiaoqiao and her alone were enough to keep it. At that time, Yan Dabao and her husband were allowed to work in the factory. Not to mention more income, the houses in the factory might still be able to live.

Liu Hui implied something. Zhang Qiaoqiao listened in her heart, but she was not dissatisfied.

Initially, the opening of this spicy hot shop depended on her skills. Now the shop did not need so many people at all. In the beginning, she was afraid that the money to open the shop was not enough, so she called Liu Hui's family. Now she thought it was better to borrow the money from her natal family. In this way, the profits of more than 400 Yuan a month were all theirs. Wasn't it twice as much as working in the factory?

Zhang Qiaoqiao was quite confident in her craft. She thought her business would get better and better in the future.

The contradiction between the two families was left when they agreed to divide from the beginning. Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao had a good relationship before their rebirth because they had a common enemy. However, they both thought they were God's favored after their rebirth. In addition, they also coveted the old house. They had already separated from each other at an earlier time.

Especially now that the eldest son's family had made money, and when they suffered a financial loss, the crack expanded even more, but they did not know when it broke out.

"Ah, aren't they Yan Chu's friends? The ones who followed Boss Qiu to collect debts at home."

When Zhang Qiaoqiao was about to ridicule Liu Hui, she saw Chen San and Lou Hui passing by the store door and patting her husband on the shoulder, saying in surprise.

"Seems to be."

Yan Dabao squinted and hurried out.

"Are you Yan Chu's classmates?"

He stopped Chen San and Lou Hui, asked with a smile.

"Yeah, you are?"

Chen San and Lou Hui looked at Yan Dabao suspiciously and asked, they really did not remember who this man was in front of them.

They were just released from the detention center a few days ago. Because of this stain, they got expelled from the school. Their parents beat and scolded them severely and found a new school with their connections. However, if they made any mistakes again at this time, they would be thoroughly kicked out from home as they agreed.

They were only 14 years old, not completely broken. They were so frightened in the detention center. Now it was time to back down and behave with integrity.

Thinking of the money they took from Yan Chu this year, they looked at Yan Dabao nervously. They were afraid that he would come on behalf of Yan Chu. They wondered if they would run away. Besides, if they got caught and brought to the police station again, maybe the current school would not want them anymore.

"You are Yan Chu's friends. That's no different from my little brother. Big Brother opened a Mala Tang shop. Please have a good meal for both of you."

Yan Dabao happily grabbed the two boys and invited them to the store.

"We have no money."

Chen San and Lou Hui were indeed out of money now. In the past, when the adults had no time to cook, they would give them 1 Mao to buy some millet pancake and steamed bread. But now, because they have a history of gambling, let alone 1 Mao, the adults would not give them 1 Fen. The place where they hid their money had also changed. They were afraid that they would become addicted to drugs and steal money to play.

"What are you polite to Big Brother? I can still ask for money from my little brother."

Yan Dabao said very generously and then asked his wife to cook two bowls of Mala Tang.

Zhang Qiaoqiao and Liu Hui immediately guessed Yan Dabao's idea. They did not feel sorry for that little sum of Mao, so they went into the kitchen immediately but were reluctant to use meat and fish. A bowl of Mala Tang was almost entirely vegetarian.

Their family spent a lot of money to use their connections because of them. Recently, there was no meat smell on the dinner table. Although the two Mala Tang bowls consisted of vegetarian dishes, the soup base was meaty, delicious, and spicy. In addition, it was free. The two guys were ecstatic. They thought Yan Chu's big brother was indeed a good man.

"Our family's most beloved is Jinbao16JinbaoYan Chu's nickname, refers to valuables in general; precious; darling; sweetie. Our two brothers are reluctant to eat and dress. We always want to give him the best things. I don't know how Jinbao is at school. If he is not used to the food, my second brother and I will give him more pocket money."

Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao looked at each other and spoke to Chen San and Lou Hui.

"Jinbao has already transferred to another school. Don't you know, Big Brother?"

Chen San looked up suspiciously, with a slice of chili on the corner of his mouth.

Big Brother Yan said that he loved his younger brother Yan Chu very much. Why didn't he even know that Yan Chu had transferred to another school for more than three months?

"Jinbao transferred to another school?"

Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao were very surprised. They had never heard of it, and they had never had such a mishap in their previous lives.

"Uh-huh, it's the school that Jinbao's uncle helped contact. It's a boarding one. He can come out every Sunday. We haven't contacted him for a long time."

Thinking that they had just asked Yan Chu for 5 Yuan last week, Chen San and Lou Hui were a little guilty. They ate the noodles with their heads down to hide the matter.

As for the two friends, who recently got released from the detention center, didn't they say that Yan Chu's brothers loved him so much? How could they let him get along with two bad friends? Perhaps they would drive two of them out as soon as they heard it and let them pay the money for these bowls.

Now, not only Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao, both Zhang Qiaoqiao and Liu Hui's complexion were not good either. They thought of the same situation. Their little uncle was reborn like them.

Now, things got a little tricky.

"My little uncle has always loved Jinbao very much. Every New Year's money is 50 or 100, not included in the usual pocket money, but it doesn't matter. Our family loves him the most, not just my brother-in-law. As long as Jinbao is happy, I'm willing to pay for him. You are all good friends. Don't be alienated because of different schools. Go to Jinbao more in the future. He will surely be thrilled."

Yan Dabao did not know what his little uncle's plan was. But he knew these two boys took Yan Chu gambling in his previous life. In this life, he might be able to advance a bit. Anyway, he would die sooner or later. What was the difference between early death and late death? Dying earlier would save the girl he would marry later.

Saving a life was more meritorious than building a seven-floor pagoda4Saving a life was more meritorious than building a seven-floor pagodarefers to save lives merit immeasurable. They considered it as accumulating a charitable and pious deed.

And they did not do anything directly. Yan Dabao just said Yan Chu had a lot of money. What else did he do? Nothing.

"Don't worry, Brother. We know."

Chen San and Lou Hui bowed their heads and dared not let Yan Dabao see their expressions.

After entering the detention center, they did not dare to find Yan Chu again. If the other party kept asking them what good things they wanted to take him to see or asked them to pay back the money, they would have to go in again. The most important thing, the Yan Chu they saw last time was too different from before. They sensitively felt that he was not easy to fool now.

They still want to back down and behave with integrity in the days after that. It was terrible to go to jail and get shot.

Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao only thought the two boys listened to them and felt a lot more relaxed. They kept asking them to eat more and wondered if they should find a chance to talk about their little uncle.

Yan Chu made Mom die from an excess of anger, and Little Uncle hated Yan Chu more than them. They were all reborn with the same purpose and sympathized with each other. Little Uncle might be able to attach importance to them. He was flourishing well in his previous life, and he must be more developed in this life. Just giving them pointers was enough for them to benefit infinitely.

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In Yan Chu's room, he burned all the remaining unsent letters.

Looking at the contents of the letter paper licked by the tongue of fire, it was him who reported Qiu Hu's gambling.

According to the content of the previous life, he knew very well where their gambling dens were. Suppressing these things was manageable during those days. But this year's severe crackdown was famous in the history of future generations, and choosing to expose it during this period was the most major blow to Qiu Hu and others.

Yan Chu's reason for asking Chen San and Lou Hui to come on Sunday morning, because he was sure he would achieve good results. Old Liu would call his uncle, and he would go home only on Saturday night and Sunday day. If his uncle wanted to re-examine him, he would choose to appear at these two-time points.

The possibility was not high at night. According to past habits, Jin Zhande would come in the morning. It was the time when his company had the least work.

So he made an appointment with Chen San at that time and chose the place on his only way, just to let the other party see the scene with his own eyes.

His time was relatively accurate, and Chen San and the others chatted a lot of nonsense and finally dragged Little Uncle Jin to come over.

As for the 5 Yuan given to Chen San, it was also in Yan Chu's plan. For Yan Chu, they were the direct murderers who led him into the abyss, but they were not completely bad. When the original self wanted to borrow guns, they stopped him. Every time Qiu Hu sent them to the Yan family to collect debts, they both let go of the original self and did not beat him too badly. They even avoided his pregnant wife.

Now they were the same age as the original self. Yan Chu thought that since the original self wanted a chance to come back, they might also change. After all, two more ordinary people were better than two more villains in the world.

If they still refused to change and came to him at the instigation of Yan Dabao and others, then he would naturally let the other party get a real lesson.

As expected, when Chen San and Lou Hui got the money, they went to the casino without thinking about it. Naturally, they were taken away by the police preparing for a surprise inspection. They were too young to be sentenced, but the experience of being locked up in the detention center was unforgettable enough for them in this life.

He hoped they could change too.

Yan Chu thought that he would have a long peaceful life in the future. Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao were busy starting a business and could not give him much attention. Jin Zhande began to believe that he could get better and was willing to give him a chance to do it again.

As for Du Meijuan, she was a clever person. She attacked using the strength of another at most. Now that she could not do it, she would only lie dormant. In the light, she would be the kindest aunt.

Only Xi Xiaoxiao was left

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"Mrs. Hua, your Jinbao hasn't come back yet. I also want him to teach my stinky boy math. I heard he participated in the Concave function competition, didn't he? Jinbao's score is definitely the first."

No one expected that Yan Jinbao, who everyone in the quadrangle despised, would suddenly become a good child after transferring to another school. He was more polite than before, and his grades continued to rise.

Mrs. Hua was restless. What was Yan Chu ranked, and how many scores did he get in the exam? At the first time, she spoke like a big loudspeaker in the compound for fear that others might not know how intelligent her son was now.

"What a concave function, it's called Mathematical Olympiad. There are only eight children in Jing City who can participate. Do you know where to participate? In the United States, they are going by airplane. The dead old man is pleased, and he will fly up to heaven soon."

What Mrs. Hua liked most now was that others asked her about her good Jinbao.

She said, how could her son be stupid? He got delayed by his former teachers. You see, his grades had risen since he transferred to a new school.

From the 43rd in the beginning to the 11th, and then steadily improved. In the third year of junior high school, Yan Chu did not reach the top three of his year. The best middle school in Jing City wanted to dig people, but Yan Chu chose to go straight to his school. After entering high school, he became more and more proficient. He never got off the first place and could make a difference of more than 10-20 points from the second place in each big exam.

Her beloved little son was promising. Mrs. Hua walked with a spring in her step and looked several years younger.

At present, the old lady invited a carpenter to knock down the cabinet. Inside were trophies won by Yan Chu, many of which were Olympic trophies, including regional, world-class, and a silver medal. In addition, several sporadic certificates of writing were framed, with the glittering words on the cabinet complete works of arts and sciences. The old lady evolved from the master of pen and sword combination.

Wiping these trophy frames was the first thing the old lady did every day. Sometimes she took them to the yard to dry in good weather. It was called dehumidification. It was actually to appreciate the envious eyes of those people in the courtyard. Every day, the old lady could eat an extra bowl of rice.

"I can sit on an airplane. I'm so old that I haven't even taken a train."

Jin Zhanhua's words, as in the past, had attracted a lot of attention.

"That's not true, but I think the plane is frightening. Our family's obedient Jinbao is filial. He always says that he will take me to fly abroad to play when he makes money in the future. He says something like Parris Island, Bajitofu? As places, foreigners love to go. I'm an old lady. What else can I do? I won't go."

Jin Zhanhua smiled and raised her head, and she rolled her sleeve seamlessly, revealing a thumb-thick gold bracelet inside.

"It's a good thing for Jinbao to be filial to you. We want to go to those Bajitofu, but no one takes us there. The tofu over there is estimated to be very delicious. Sister Hua, if you go, remember to bring us some tofu back. Ah, Sister Hua, is the bracelet on your hand new?"

The chatter followed the old lady's heart and talked about the especially exposed bracelet on her hand.

"Isn't it? Didn't our family's obedient Jinbao win the first prize in the city's essay writing contest last time? He published his article in the newspaper and got an author's remuneration of 120 Yuan. With the award money from some previous competitions, he saved it and gave it to me on my birthday."

The old lady's face was red, waiting for someone to ask her about her bracelet.

"How old am I? Why do I still wear this kind of thing? It's not easy for him to win first place again and again. Sometimes I want him to rest and give those second and third-place children a little chance. He can't afford to spend those awards money on his own and buy gold bracelets for this old lady. You can tell how upsetting it is in my heart."

There was no sign of upset on Jin Zhanhua's face. She almost said that my son was the best in the world, and the people who scolded my son at the beginning were scumbags.

But Yan Chu's filial piety was genuine. The people in the courtyard were jealous. They could not say anything else except praise the old lady for being blessed.

After the daily show-off, Old Lady Hua went home happily. She had to cook for seven little, naughty children.

Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao's business was still the same. But four years later, people's consumption awareness was also improving. At the same time, prices were soaring like firework rockets, costs were increasing, and even if profits rose, it was limited.

This small shop actually did not need too many people. Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao could find another job or run a business and leave the Mala Tang shop to Zhang Qiaoqiao and Liu Hui. However, the two families were afraid of each other. They always worried that if they went and the other did not go, the management right of this shop would be robbed. Therefore, the profits of a small shop would be divided among four people. After calculation, there were more senior workers than in the current factory. It was far from what the two families expected.

They still live in the Mala Tang shop, so they did not even think about taking the children back. Fortunately, the cost of living was a little bit more. Each child had now risen to 20 Yuan.

The two brothers now seemed to have figured out a new business, and they were still borrowing money around.

"Grandma!"

Sanni14SanniThird Girl was also in the first grade of elementary school now. She came in bouncing and vivaciously with her two older sisters.

"My little uncle is truly awesome. Today, I told my classmates that my little uncle went to the United States to participate in the competition. Everyone envied me."

Sanni was always proud because of a little uncle who always took first place. The neighborhood children did not envy her.

"That's right. Of course, your little uncle is the best. Grandma will cook you one more egg today."

The old lady loved to hear people praise her baby son and to help her publicize how good her son was.

Sanni had a Duchenne smile. Sure enough, Little Uncle was the best.

In the past four years, the memory of Yan Chu in the hearts of several children got replaced by the new Yan Chu, especially the younger ones, who were proud to have Yan Chu as their little uncle. Instead, they were closer to Yan Chu than their parents, who had not come for a long time.

Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao were still dreaming of getting rich. In recent years, they had seen Yan Chu stand up, and they thought their little uncle had ruined their good deeds, but they used some dirty tricks, such as letting people such as Chen San get close to Yan Chu, which had never worked. Later, the Mala Tang shop encountered a bottleneck, and they did not have much time to spend on Yan Chu. Unknowingly, four years had passed, Yan Chu had changed completely. He did not know what had happened in the previous life or whether what would happen in this life.

In their hearts, the old house of the Yan family was already theirs, but if Yan Chu was still alive, how could the house be in their hands?

"In reality, the separation agreement at that time had no legal basis at all. Dad left behind this house. The three of us should have a share."

Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao were worrying about money. This time, the original self did not intend to knock down the old house, but Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao had this idea first.

However, Yan Chu took the house mortgage and did not return it, in their opinion. They were only investing now, and they would definitely repay the mortgaged money in the future.

"The certificate is in Mom's hand. Can she take it out? How about borrowing some money from Little Uncle? Now Mom is still alive. He is always willing to help us, his nephews, right?"

Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao were angry that their little uncle had broken their good deeds, but Jin Zhande's business went smoothly, and the scale was even more extensive than at the same time in the previous life. They did not dare to offend him.

"Didn't Little Uncle say that when Yan Chu comes back from the United States next week, he will invite us to the hotel for dinner? How about asking him that day?"

Zhang Qiaoqiao was very upset. Now it seemed that her little uncle Jin Zhande was also reborn. Indeed, Yan Chu was still the same as the previous Yan Chu, but it had changed because of the actions of Little Uncle. His business was getting better and better, but they were still no different from their previous lives.

Little Uncle undoubtedly wanted to help Yan Chu. Why could not he take the initiative to help his relatives? He indeed was biased like her mother-in-law.

The two families discussed together how much they should borrow and speak. If it did not work, they would discuss the house with their mother. After that, their business was guaranteed to make money. The more capital they had, the more money they made. They were reluctant to give up.

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"Meijuan, help me book a hotel and set it for next Friday. Jinbao came back from abroad. Old Liu said before departure that Jinbao has great hope of winning the prize this time. Let's celebrate for the child."

Like Jin Zhanhua, Jin Zhande also had a hidden flaunting habit. His two biological sons were also quite excellent, although they did not reach Yan Chu's current level. Yan Chu was full of praise in Jin Zhande's heart. A person who had only a tenth level rose to 100 suddenly, and a person who had an 8 point level rose to 90. This gap was downright different.

Jin Zhande witnessed this nephew's progress with his own eyes. Unconsciously, Jin Zhande poured a lot of effort and energy into him. For him, this nephew was not much worse than his sons.

Especially now that he was participating in a world-class Olympiad, he could win a lot of admiration when Jin Zhande bragged about his nephew in business. Now his business partners knew that he had a brilliant nephew, and Jin Zhande had always been proud of it.

"Okay, let's book at Qianwei?"

After their family became well-off, she hired a housekeeper. But Du Meijuan still handled some things around Jin Zhande personally as before. Now she was preparing the suit for Jin Zhande to wear tomorrow and ironing the uneven place. Hearing his words, she tightened her hands and accidentally pinched out several creases in the ironed suit.

"I'd better stay in Liuchunju. Our family didn't go to eat last time. I think the food there tastes good. Elder Sister should like it."

Liuchunju was a newly opened restaurant, and the price of food was much higher than Qianwei proposed by Du Meijuan.

"Okay."

Du Meijuan responded with a smile. When she turned around, her face pulled down.

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